#He would adapt rly fast

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If you put Lassiter in a K9's body he would be fine

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b.etha b.lackwood actually has potential to be a Very intriguing character when you rly sit down & think about it. like. this is all based on speculation & i have no idea what fire & blood is gonna do surrounding the later targaryen kings & their queens & i haven't personally read the dunk & egg novellas so i could definitely be wrong about a few things but this is a meta on b.ethania b.lackwood.

b.ethania blackwood was born in 201 AC & would've been 5 years old when her father (or possibly even her grandfather as her father wasn't named, only known as lord blackwood) lord q.uentyn blackwood of raventree hall died in a tourney & killed by ser otho bracken who'd later become known as the brute of bracken at a tourney in king's landing during the reign of d.aeron ii the good targaryen which reignited the eons long feud between the blackwoods & the brackens (three years before the tourney of ashford where baelor 'breakspear' was accidentally killed by maekar targaryen, aegon v's father, which is where dunk & egg takes place), & thus i'd imagine that would cause b.etha to hate the brackens because of her (grand?)father's untimely death. to add salt to injury, she would've seen him die in front of her eyes because although he used a blunted longaxe, he struck him so hard that he stove in his helm's visor & his face beneath & that could've traumatized b.etha severely. maybe her older brother (or father, depending on if you think q.uentyn blackwood was her grandfather), the so far unnamed lord blackwood, inherited after quentyn's death. she would've been 8 years old when d.aeron ii 'the good' targaryen died during the great spring sickness. so, b.etha would've been raised in a time where women were more valued in comparison to the previous eras with the help of m.yriah m.artell, daeron ii targaryen's queen. house blackwood never lacked for powerful women in their house, however, but i think she would've looked up to queen m.yriah m.artell as a child. let's go with the scenario that betha is quentyn blackwood's granddaughter, she has every reason to hate the brackens & that's not even getting into petty blackwood-bracken feuds, this is a legitimate grievance in her family & i think that would've forced her to grow fast.

she's known to be willful & spirited, similar to her ancestors agnes blackwood & alysanne blackwood & later in life lyanna stark & arya stark. she would've grown up likely around someone of the likes of brynden rivers / bloodraven & shiera seastar & if she's anything like her female blackwood relatives, she's fierce, strong-willed, loves animals & an excellent archer, hunter & warrior & hella bisexual, but it's also plausible that she has the power of greensight & was a seeress, maybe even a skinchanger. maybe she even learned sorcery from both brynden & shiera later on in life but considering that the blackwoods are known for their magic & mysticism, that wouldn't be surprising at all. maybe she's brynden rivers' half sister through melissa blackwood or smth bc she was definitely related to melissa blackwood & she very well could've learned political intrigue from them. so, bethania could probably be an intriguing mix of agnes blackwood, alysanne blackwood, lyanna stark, sansa stark, arya stark & val/ygritte were all merged together into one badass powerhouse of a woman which i think aegon would've respected. house blackwood was originally from the north but for whatever reason they were exiled thousands of years ago & now that they're in the predominantly andal (read: european white folx) dominated riverlands, they've had to adapt as a minority unlike the indigenous majority north, & while they're the only indigenous house in the riverlands (& one of the few houses in general) that still follow the old gods, they participate in jousts & tourneys like the other andal southron houses do & they're powerful & wealthy enough to get away with it. it's possible that bloodraven may have inadvertently set up aegon v to meet betha bc he's kind of a giant troll, or maybe she saw him coming in her dreams. i'd& like to think that she & aegon bonded over the mystical & their adventures & aegon's mother was dyanna dayne so he would've been aware & raised in a time where women were respected & aegon himself is half if not more than half dornish. so considering he's half a dayne, he likely would've been raised in tales of brave chivalry & i think that aegon & betha would've bonded over that, too.

betha & aegon married for love which was exceptionally rare. i'd like to think that her fierce nature endeared aegon & the fact that he was a targaryen prince but was friendly to & practically grew up & lived among the common people would greatly intrigue betha, but also at the same time bc they're both stubborn, it definitely caused some friction from time to time, especially when he became king & he was often in wars as he was often described as forced to spend most of his reign in armor quelling one rising or another most notably the fourth blackfyre rebellion so he wasn't at home very often & it's entirely possible they became estranged but still loved each other. they married at summerhall when she was 19 & he was 20. i'd imagine they're both probably shorter than average bc we love to see short couples slay together. they probably could've met as kids before reuniting as teenagers. she & egg running around dunk is a very adorable image. it's also very possible that betha would've known rohanne webber & would've been friends with egg's sisters. aegon was pro-common folk & supported many reforms to give numerous rights & protections for the smallfolk that was unheard of at the time & limiting the rights of the high lords & i'd like to think that bethania definitely supported these reforms that angered a lot of the high lords which frustrated aegon because he couldn't do anything like that when everyone, even his own children, rebelled against him, when literally all he wanted was peace, prosperity & justice for all & i think betha supported him through all of it.

i'd like to think that she was slightly mean but in a good way & was never afraid to speak her mind & let others know when something they said or did was wrong, a kindhearted & pragmatic but also stern, tough-love type of person when necessary & i also think that she was likely a big political player & had a big say behind the scenes. she sometimes had to tell aegon to put his foot down, not that he didn't already have that confidence but sometimes you need a little push to get your point across. i'd& also like to think that betha saw duncan the tall as some kinda big brother figure & liked teasing him about everything at every given opportunity & seeing as brienne of tarth is a descendant of his, i think she'd like brienne very much & would be proud. betha definitely had a very dominant personality in any room she entered & left.

i think that when it comes to parenting, she was the stricter & more dominant one of the two (in more ways than 1), & when their kids end up fucking up big time doesn't hesitate to let them know that they fucked up big time, maybe tosses a slipper at duncan when he gets a lil too mouthy or does smth stupid, like, lbr most of her kids, especially jaehaerys & shaera make some pretty shitty decisions that really ended up fucking aegon & his peaceful reign over & she wouldn't have liked that one bit. i like to think she ended up liking jenny of oldstones, even after she tried to warn jenny away from duncan by telling her the most embarrassing & most annoying stories of all the shenanigans he did since he was born but she liked that anyway & she technically cost duncan the iron throne & she wouldn't have anything against daeron being gay bc its not considered a sin to the old gods. but at the same time No One Fucks With Her Kids. she's like one of those almost embarrassing soccer moms that will be super passionate when aegon, her kids or dunk are performing at tourneys & would straight up fight other ppl in the stands, & she was clearly the more dominant one of the pair, always standing in front of egg & speaking louder than him in social gatherings bc she Knows she's That Bitch. obviously that changed when she became queen & aegon becomes king & obviously they need to watch their behavior in the public eye, but you could easily tell that if you were close to them, that dynamic hadn't changed. i'd like to think that duncan & rhaelle takes the most after bethania physical wise so they look the most visibly indigenous with brown skin, black hair & dark eyes in comparison to paleskinned blonde haired purple eyed jaehaerys & (bc i like valyrians who don't look paleskinned white haired & purple eyed + native targaryens SWEEP) mixed features of paleskinned black haired purple eyed shaera & tanskinned silver haired dark eyed daeron (who i imagine is rhaelle's fraternal twin) & rhaelle was both a mommy & a daddy's girl & even as an adult she's still their babygirl but even though duncan looks like bethania, his personality's a lot more like aegon's. i'd like to think that betha, daella & rhae were the closest of friends once she was formally introduced into the family & they told her all about aegon & all of his worst stories & they'd always be hanging out somewhere & gossiping, with rhae especially, but that's specifically because i'm tired of female romantic rivals trope & aegon never wanted to marry any of his sisters at all, & the aerion thing & the love potion story was enough so please for the love of g-d grrm can we not have incest for one (1) generation.

regardless, she was the last non-targaryen queen before the targaryen dynasty fell & she is robert, stannis, & renly baratheon & rhaegar, viserys & daenerys targaryen's great great grandmother & (legally) joffrey baratheon, myrcella baratheon (legally) & tommen baratheon (legally), mya stone, bella rivers, gendry waters, edric storm, shireen baratheon, laena iii velaryon, corlys iii velaryon, rhaenys targaryen-martell, aegon (vi) targaryen-martell (if young griff really is that aegon, but that's how he'd perceive it either way), jon snow & khalakka rhaego's great great grandmother. she's the ancestor of the vast majority of the five kings & daenerys targaryen save for balon greyjoy & robb stark, but i& suspect the theory that melantha blackwood, wife to lord willam stark, mother of edwyle stark (who married marna locke & had rickard stark who then had brandon, eddard, lyanna & benjen & then the stark children) & jocelyn stark (who married benedict royce in the vale), who could've possibly have fought against the young boy lord edwyle stark's rival claimants of winterfell upon lord beron stark's death during the she wolves of winterfell period, is bethania's younger sister, so that would make bethania the great great great aunt of robb, jon, sansa, arya, bran & rickon in the paternal line through eddard & lyanna & i suspect that's one possibility of where the starks' recent greensight comes from. so with all that in mind, brandon, eddard, lyanna, benjen & rhaegar would be cousins, just as robert & eddard would be cousins, & rickard & aerys ii (his murderer) would be second (?) cousins & that would make rhaegar (& viserys & daenerys) a third cousin of lyanna (& brandon & eddard & benjen for that matter, which collectively makes rhaegar, viserys & daenerys third cousins once removed with all the current era stark children through the blackwoods & ned & robert having the same separation, iirc i believe they'd be, like, third cousins & bc of that, the present day targaryens, starks & baratheons are all direct descendants of bloody benjicot blackwood & daenerys would actually have more blackwood blood than the current era starks & she's also quite a bit of dornish blood who the rhoynar were known to use water magic, & jon has blackwood blood on both rhaegar & lyanna's side). yeah. she would've known a young tywin lannister, very likely a young joanna lannister & young barristan selmy & gerold hightower & likely knew maester aemon & several of the grandparents & parents of the current generation.

in the later years of his reign, aegon was consumed by the search for dragonlore in the hopes of hatching dragons; he was desperate for the power that he believed could bring peace to westeros & his dream of dragons led to the tragedy of summerhall. the books don't really say who exactly died but it's known that aegon v died, as did their son duncan & duncan the tall, aegon v's kingsguard, died there, too & it's very possible that his sisters daella, rhae & their children died there, too. maybe even betha did, too, but i'm leaving that up to interpretation in a scenario where betha could've lived, maybe because she wasn't there or she escaped just in time to look out for her very heavily pregnant granddaughter rhaella targaryen. maybe bethania helped rhaella give birth to & raise rhaegar while the fires consumed summerhall & most of their family in it & bc of that i think betha & rhaella were close. it's also implied that duncan the tall saved rhaella (& betha itc) from the fire before going back in. for the rest of her life, she wore nothing but black in grief for her husband & family.

it's entirely possible that they were fans of daeron ii targaryen the good, who knows, maybe myriah martell could've mentored betha when she was introduced to court & going with the theory that betha could possibly be bloodraven's younger half sister, myriah could've adored her & treated her like a protégé of hers considering she & melissa blackwood may very well have gotten along at court during the reign of aegon the unworthy. betha & aegon also both agreed that the incestuous marriages of so many targaryens did more harm than good (& that's not even getting into his own experiences as a child), but even though betha tried to make politically advantageous betrothal marriages for her own children to house baratheon, house tully, house tyrell & house redwyne, literally every single one of them married for love over duty save for rhaelle: duncan married jenny of oldstones, a mysterious common woman & gave up his throne for her, jaehaerys & shaera got involved with each other despite aegon & betha trying to separate them, daeron was gay & died with his lover ser jeremy during a battle & rhaelle was sent as a peace offering to the baratheons & she's the entire reason why robert, stannis & renly & robert & stannis' children have a claim to the iron throne in the baratheon dynasty bc they have targaryen-blackwood ancestry in the paternal line through their father steffon baratheon. she would've been around when the last blackfyre rebellions & maybe the ninepenny kings were happening (which, btw, the gang was all there, the targaryens, the baratheons, the greyjoys, the starks, the lannisters, the arryns, the tullys & the martells were all there; brynden 'blackfish' tully, tywin lannister, kevan lannister, tygett lannister, quellon greyjoy {asha & theon's grandfather}, ormund baratheon, steffon baratheon, aerys ii targaryen, hoster tully, petyr baelish's father, jon arryn, rickard stark & barristan selmy, all united against the ninepenny kings so a lot of the dynamics & alliances of the past generation began in this war & house blackfyre was ended in the male line).

betha would've likely had duncan at least 19 to 23 at most, but for simplicity's sake i'm going with she had him at 19 & he was conceived on their wedding night at summerhall & later fell pregnant with him; she had jaehaerys ii at 24, shaera at 25, daeron at 27, rhaelle at 27 at least to 33 at most but i'm just gonna say that she had her at 27 as daeron's twin & betha would've unexpectedly become queen at 32 years old in 233 AC. she would be queen for approximately 26 years & when she became queen the brackens were probably crying screaming shitting throwing up & be BIG MAD ngl bc a blackwood of raventree hall becoming queen of the seven kingdoms would've been so humiliating for the brackens & i wouldn't have put it past the brackens to try & send their daughters to seduce aegon when he was younger like they tried with aegon iv targaryen but it didn't work just like last time (but unlike the feud between barba bracken & melissa blackwood, i'd like to think that bethania was. far more direct & aggressive towards her competition & wouldn't hesitate to beat a bracken bitch's ass lmfao). she would be the only queen in the targaryen dynasty (& the baratheon dynasty for that matter) who worshipped the old gods save for of course the de facto crown princess sansa stark. & honestly i think as queen, that would be disputed especially among the faith of the seven, specifically for her faith of the old gods (aka her INDIGENOUS RELIGION) & the faith very specifically sees the old gods as little more than demons (which is what. yknow. christianity said about indigenous religions in our world) & she would be the only indigenous queen of westeros. bethania's faith (& her being an indigenous woman who's also a warrior) would be another reason why people didn't want aegon to be king, considering many lords considered him half a peasant because he practically grew up among the smallfolk. so betha would've likely had to face sexism, antinative racism & faith discrimination. & i think her being a powerful indigenous woman & being a worshiper of the old gods & also her ties to bloodraven would've played a factor into the debates of the great council of 233 AC & even beyond possibly, westerosi politics was no stranger to criticizing unorthodox nobles, particularly women like larra rogare during the lysene spring, & maybe a reason why some lords may have wanted to get aemon on the throne was so that they could have a son of maekar who had no troublesome ties to the old gods rather than the half peasant son who's wife worshipped those strange & ancient gods & possibly practiced magic. i& genuinely think that betha's familial religion was used as an argument against aegon v's kingship & even after his reign bc how could aegon be trusted as a prospective defender of the faith when his own queen worshipped gods who were "little more than demons" & tried to turn aegon & betha's children from these same old gods from their "sinful" mother who "encouraged them away from the light of the seven" & assumed to share the same intrigue in magic & evil as associated with another blackwood old gods worshipper (& a bastard & maybe even her older half-brother at that) brynden "bloodraven" rivers. for people who were already distrustful of aegon bc he was basically brought up around the common people, the fact that the prince's wife & the mother of his heirs worshipped gods other than the seven might have been useful ammunition in their arguments against his ascension to the iron throne & during his long reign afterward.

overall, i think she was a talented political mind who's skills were ultimately strengthened by the eons long bracken-blackwood feud & possibly the teachings of melissa blackwood & brynden rivers & maybe even shiera seastar, who's own skills were honed during the court of king aegon iv targaryen the unworthy, may well have been the power behind her husband's throne if not his equal, smoothing things over when he infuriated the high lords, maybe she even served as his hand of the king when brynden rivers was exiled to the wall for his entire reign, i also think she's an extremely pragmatic & also deeply loving woman & was the one responsible for arranging her children's betrothals & while she was upset that they broke their betrothals, she never disowned them for it but despite all her diplomacy & tact, she had a fiery temper that was utterly terrifying in its power, & may have been a skilled seeress, huntress, archer & warrior, who knows, maybe she fought alongside aegon & her sons during one of the blackfyre rebellions. i genuinely believe she was a popular queen among both the smallfolk & the nobles which was a rare feat for a monarch but despite that respect, i'm sure there were rumors that always followed her around. i'd like to think she outlived her husband & most of her family & spent the rest of her life trying to protect the remainders of her family as dowager queen & dowager grandmother who still followed the old gods faithfully. i personally interpret that during their wedding, betha planted the last weirwood tree in the royal godswood of king's landing & ravens tended to flock to her whenever she went outside & she always seemed to know more than she logically could, even with the help of spies which she no doubt used, but she always claimed to others it was mere intuition.

she would've been 51 when brynden rivers disappeared during a ranging beyond the wall & would've been 58 years old during the tragedy of summerhall where her husband & so many of her family & friends died & when prince rhaegar targaryen was born. (which, btw, betha technically provides half of rhaegar, viserys & daenerys' genes bc the next two generations were inbred rippppp & that technically makes them half blackwood thus "half" native if you will lmfao). i also calculated how old she'd be in the present day & she'd literally be 99 years old. i'm& genuinely considering an au or maybe her main verse where betha actually Does live bc idk i think it'd be interesting to see betha interact with the current generations, particularly her grandchildren & great grandchildren & being forced into this intrigue.

[danothan]

have you watched cw the flash and if so what are ur thoughts :3

hey man where do you think my love for barry came from

(okay that’s not entirely true, i met him thru young justice first but he was just wally’s nice uncle to me at the time. i had no idea what was coming)

cw flash started my love for him, that was like THE show for me at the time. it was before i had a tumblr tho so i doubt there’s any traces, but i did have my fair share of doodling him in the margins of my notebooks at school

i stopped around s2 or 3 i think? but i remember being rly rly enamored -> then rly rly devastated by eddie. i shipped barry and cisco too, wasn’t too big on fandom back then so idk if that was a popular one, but it was my top barry ship at the time (ig i always had a thing for shipping barry with his bestie huh!). and caitlin and leonard were always so fun, i think i might’ve shipped barry with them too. i definitely also shipped him with eddie, sorry i was putting that man thru so much LMAO

i also rly enjoyed harrison wells, i remember making a whole animal au to assign each character and i remember none of them except that each of the “versions” of himself were different types of labradors? not sure what the inspiration behind that was but i’m still assigning animals to superhero characters to this day so not much has changed

my memory is honestly pretty foggy, i must’ve been a freshman when i got into that show, but i remember how fun it was to watch it with my sibling. we were having a major superhero “phase” at that time too, so lots of yja, cw supergirl, daredevil, x-men, etc. we were BUSY. but among those (barring yja), the flash stood out to me the most bc of how much speedsters resonated with me. i would fantasize abt having superspeed to the point i might’ve actually been convinced that i might get them some day 😔👊 the fact that barry was such a silly little guy definitely helped

fast forward 7-ish years later and i’m tuning into flashpoint paradox with fond memories distant enough to be nostalgic but not recent enough to reignite anything. and then i’m hit with a frame of barry waking up to the apocalypse and i knew it was so over for me.

i think the fact that i liked cw flash’s barry sm back then primed me to liking him now, but this version of barry, the barry that’s more comics-adjacent, felt so different that i hold them as 2 completely dif characters and phases in my memory. and i think for that reason, i probably won’t ever rewatch cw flash. i want to keep a good memory a good memory, and i can appreciate what the show had to offer as an adaptation, but i think they knew they were doing their own thing too

[sadability]

hello!! i was scrolling thru the obey me tag & I saw that ur avail w matchups rn so i'd like to have an obey me match up! ^^

i checked ur profile & i dont think u specified on what info we should write of ourselves so pls don't mind if my format is gonna b rly messy ;_; (lmk tho if u did put some specific template or format on what we should write in ur match ups!)

I'm from asia, height is 164 cm/5'4 ft, im still a student but i do side hustles sometimes, for my age i prefer if u don't rlly count it in the match up since yk the characters in om are like all ancient lmfao so age will definitely already have a big gap but just in case u need it im turning 18 this dec:)

so anw my mbti is IDK im honestly confused but I think mbti/cognitive functions are interesting. im a sagittarius ♐. i like to think that im an ambivert, but at first i may definitely come off as shy reserved to others, but friendly to to others tbh it depends if I find them approachable/scary or not. my hobbies are reading, writing, sing & dance (but I suck at it lmfao). lately I'm also into podcasts,also recently I like to take night walks in my neighborhood:)

personality wise. . . i like to think myself as an open minded person:]. a friend of mine refers to me as a golden retriever and in my circle of friends im known to be the joker goofy one, but some also refer to me as a 'listener' or 'therapist. w my friends im sarcastic and dramatic ironically lmfao. anyways,, out of my main friend group and just to other people/casual friends, acquaintances or schoolmates, they refer to me as nice, friendly, chill. OHH and I think im expressive bc people say my face tends to express a lot of emotion even tho I don't rly intend to :’). my flawss? I've been said that I tend to yap sometimes lmfao. i also think I can be absent minded especially when I'm under pressure :’) I don't take pressure well huhu. so that means I'm not rly adaptable either. also i can be indecisive. also another info im a homebody but like it's not rly obvious at first bc sometimes I force myself to go out bc a lot of my friends in my friend group r outgoing & I don't wanna make them disappointed or smth (sometimes I make up an excuse tho so I don't go out lmfao). oh and I'm a night owl and prolly have undiagnosed insomnia /lh

anw I think I explained a lot (tbh too much actually) of my personality ngl so I'm gonna try my best to make my lists of interests short: I'm interested in biology, zoology, and history. I hate physics w all my heart. I like coffee, but tea is ok too. I like video game lore but I'm usually too lazy to play the game itself and I usually play fast paced games and valorant. current fave book is: romancing mr bridgerton from the bridgerton series. current fave show is: romance killer. my music taste is all over the place so I don't rly have a fave music genre.

anw that's all, have a good day!! thank u so much for reading & I'm sorry if it's too long. it's ok if u don't wanna answer this match up yet, take ur time!! once again thank u v much u don't need to answer this!

WHAT IS BRIDGERTON EVRYONE KEEPS TALKIN ABOUT IT RAHHH

Anyway!! I match you with...Satan!! :D

I think you two would be absolutely adorable together!! Satan would be very protective of you and always try to make sure you're comfortable, especially when meeting the demons for the first time. He would listen to your rambles and shut anyone that tries to speak over you up. Would let you roam his library and pick out any books you want, occasionally reading you to sleep :D Will hand you giant ass history books, biology books and zoology books. Will teach you about demon world animals too! He'd also love staying home with you and cuddling, just relaxing with each other ESPECIALLY when his brothers are out for the day

[shiftingparadise]

hi!! i rly love ur writing style & was wondering (idk if this has been done before) if i could request a canon world levi x reader where they both have an established relationship but never put a label as to what they are, but one day they spent a ~night together~ & later on reader finds out shes pregnant & there was only one idea of who the father could be. so being scared of the reaction she'd get from levi, she starts distancing herself then eventually deciding to keep the baby she leaves the scouts all in all. fast forward a year or so, hange, erwin, levi & some other scouts visit around the place u now lived in & bumped into u & ur child. the trio happy for ur new life, ur left alone w levi to catch up with & he silently wonders who the father of ur child is & looks closer that the child notably resembles some of his features. later that day, levi finally pops the question of who the potential father was & if it was his in any way his kid & u finally confess that u wanted to keep the child safe & that u were scared he'd get angry & such, although levi gets upset u kept the secret from him hes not entirely mad at u, but continues to help/support ur new family. angst + happy ending pls😪sry if that was a bit long but i rly liked to see how u would adapt this😭❤️‍🔥 i hope u have an amazing day!!

Hi! Thank you for the compliment 🥺 it really means a lot to me when you guys enjoy my stories. I hope you like this one!❤️

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'No, stop', you giggled, 'I really have to join the others'. Levi pushed you further on his desk, 'I'm your Captain, and I'm ordering you to stay here', he smirked while placing a sweet kiss on your temple, 'Besides, you don't need to hear all of Hange's crap'. 'But I like to hear her stories about Titans', you protested, 'More than you like spending time with me?', Levi tilted his head, his disinterested gaze caught you by surprise. 'N-no, of course not', you quickly replied, 'You're more important to me, you know that'. Levi chuckled, 'Relax, I was just playing with you', his hands were now holding your waist, 'Wish I didn't need to go to that meeting'. You looked at him, cheeks red from his touch, 'Why?'. 'Oi brat, I know you're not that dumb. You know damn well I'd rather spend some more time with you', Levi let go of your waist, crossing his arms. 'Sorry', you rolled your eyes, 'Wouldn't kill you to say something nice once in a while'. You jumped off his desk, picking up your coat from the chair in front of the desk, 'See you later'. 'I'm sorry', Levi's voice sounded sweeter, more caring. You could feel his hand resting on your wrist. 'Huh? For what?', you turned back around to look at him. 'You're right. I suppose I could be a bit nicer to you', he sighed while rolling his eyes. 'You can't be serious?', you smirked, 'You? Saying I'm right? That's a first', you giggled while throwing your arms around his neck. 'Tch, don't make me regret it brat', Levi quickly placed a kiss on your nose, 'Now leave, you're distracting me'. It sounded harsh, but the way Levi was caressing your cheek while saying it made you realize he cared more about you than he showed. You nodded before turning around. 'I'll see you around', you waved goodbye while walking towards the door. 'Ai, see you later kid', Levi's voice echoed through the air before you closed the door, causing you to smile. You loved it when he called you 'kid', it was something he didn't call anyone else, it made you feel special.

You headed over to the cafeteria, where you joined your friends at the table.

'Hi guys', you waived happily at everyone before sitting down. 'Were you with the Captain again?', Ymir asked coldly. 'Always so straightforward Ymir', you said agitated, 'Were you or were you not?'. 'I was', you rolled your eyes, annoyed with her nosey behavior. 'Are you two together?', Connie quickly followed. You hesitated before answering.

You didn't have a clue of what you two were. You hadn't slept together (yet), but the Captain called you into his office more than necessary, he kissed you, made it obvious he cared about you, ... He even put you in his squad just so he could protect you (or just to keep an eye on you).

'Yoohoo? Y/N?', you could see Ymir waiving her hand in front of you, 'Stupid over here asked you a question', she pointed at Connie with her thumb. 'Hey!', Connie bent over the table to look at Ymir, 'Watch it!'. 'Yeah, yeah, whatever', Ymir rolled her eyes, 'So? Are you together or not?', Ymir took a bite out of her bread. 'Are you together with Krista?', you coldly replied before taking a sip from your tea. Ymir was gritting her teeth, looking at you as if she was going to kill you. 'Yoohoo', you waived in front of her face, 'I asked you something'. You could hear everyone laughing when you did that, causing Ymir to stand up from the table. She grabbed Krista's arm, pulling her behind her while walking outside the cafeteria.

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It was 3 AM in the morning when you could hear someone knocking at your door. You slowly got out of bed, still yawning and rubbing your eyes when you opened the door.

'What?', you grunted, before even looking who was at the door. 'Tch', you could hear his familiar disapproving sound. 'Huh?', you quickly looked up to see Levi leaning against your door frame with both of his arms crossed. 'W-what's wrong?', you were worried that something had happened, why would he otherwise be here this late at night? Levi sighed while looking at the ceiling, 'I know it's late kid but...', 'But what?', 'I can't sleep, and you know...'. 'No I don't know', you said angrily, 'What's wrong Levi? Did something happen or not?', 'Calm down', he softly pushed you aside, walking into your room. 'I just, I can't stop thinking about you kid', he sat down on your bed, arms leaning on his legs. You smiled at the sight of him. He looked nervous, even restless, just because he said he thought about you. 'I think a lot about you too', you said softly while walking towards him, 'But that doesn't mean I wake you up in the middle of the night to tell you', you giggled while standing before him. Without saying anything, Levi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He let his head rest on your abdomen, letting out a deep sigh. You softly put your hands in his hair, gently stroking through it, 'Want to cuddle?'. 'Cuddle?', he looked up at you. 'Ai, cuddle,', you gestured him to move while you laid down, pulling your sheets over your body. 'Tch', Levi sighed before taking off his shirt and trousers, 'What?', he smirked at you, 'You're looking at me like I'm a piece of meat'. You blushed, quickly looking away from him. You'd never seen him without a shirt and to be honest, you didn't expect him to look this good. You could feel him laying down next to you, 'What are you waiting for brat?'. 'O-oh yes, sorry', you crawled in the open spot of his arm, letting your arm rest on his chest while your leg was wrapped around his body. 'This does feel nice', Levi whispered, 'But you're wearing too many clothes'. 'W-what?', you looked up at him, you could see he was smirking, 'Would be more enjoyable if I could feel your skin against mine kid'. 'B-but I'm not wearing anything underneath this', you replied. 'Makes it even better', he said softly, before tilting your chin towards him. His lips met yours, causing the room to fill up with sounds of you softly moaning under his touch. 'You know', Levi whispered in-between kisses, 'You make me crazy. You're so beautiful. I can't stop myself from thinking about you in inappropriate ways'. You pulled away from him, looking into his crescent-shaped eyes, 'Then what are you waiting for?'.

You were nervous, to say the least, but you still wanted to challenge him, just like you always did.

Levi pulled you on top of him, hands holding your waist, 'I'm waiting for you to tell me you want this too'. He looked serious, you could see he was not joking around. 'I want this', you whispered, 'Are you sure?', one of his hands placed a strand of hair behind your ear, 'I really don't want to force myself onto you, but you have no idea how long I've wanted this'. You let your hands rest on his chest, slowly leaning in for a kiss, 'I'm sure Captain, I'm ready to be a good, obedient cadet for you', you smiled. 'Start with taking off your stupid shirt', Levi smiled at you, 'I want to see all of you'.

You slowly took off your shirt, causing Levi to gasp.

'I-is something wrong?', you felt insecure with how Levi was staring at you. 'Are you kidding me?', Levi turned you around, crawling on top of you, 'You're a fucking piece of art', his fingertips were softly tracing across your body, giving you goosebumps. He started kissing you, 'I'll never get enough of you Y/N. I've never seen someone as perfect as you', his voice sounded rough, causing butterflies in your stomach. 'I-I think you're perfect too', you whispered while melting under his touch.

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'Shit, I'm sorry', Levi grunted while laying next to you, 'I couldn't stop myself from coming inside you, you just felt so good'. 'Don't worry', your breathing was still heavy, 'It doesn't matter'. Levi slowly turned on his side, so he could look at you. A smile appeared on his face when he noticed you were still shaking, 'Come here kid', Levi pulled you towards him, holding you more tightly than ever before, 'Let's get some sleep'.

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Some time passed, and you spent more than with the Captain. He often asked you to sleep with him because he felt calmer with you next to him. While the other cadets started asking more questions about the two of you, you and Levi never made it 'official'.

'Shit', you sighed, hands shaking, 'A-are you sure?', you felt nauseous. 'Positive', the doctor replied, 'Look, there are certain ways to-', 'No', you quickly replied to him, 'I'm keeping it, no matter what'. The doctor smiled in response, 'Well, congratulations then'.

You didn't know what to do. You knew it was Levi's, you hadn't slept with someone else ever since you met him. Fear crawled in your mind, like a poison, it crippled you. You could only think about how mad Levi would be when he found out, how much he would despise you. How he would order you to 'get rid of it'. Not one positive thought slipped through the cloud of negativity, not even once did it come to mind that Levi would be happy.

'Kid?', you could hear Levi's voice from behind the door, 'Haven't seen you all day, are you alright?', 'I'm fine', you answered without opening the door. 'Good, but do you mind opening the door when you're talking to your Captain?'. You opened your door, 'What's wrong?', you sighed. 'Huh?', Levi tilted his head, surprised by your attitude, 'I just wanted to ask if you would like to sleep in my bed tonight'. 'No', you replied coldly, even though you wanted nothing more. 'Tch, fine', Levi sighed, expecting you to say you're sorry. 'Is that all?', you replied, 'That's all', Levi lowered his eyes. He was hurt by the way you acted towards him. After all, Levi let his guard completely down with you, telling you everything about his life, what he'd been through. He'd never done something like that, he never allowed himself to care about someone like he cared about you...

You acted more distant every day. When you noticed how hard it became to hide your bump, you decided it was time to leave the Corps.

'You're leaving?', Erwin tilted his head. 'Ai, I'm leaving', you looked at the ground. You didn't want to leave, but you didn't have a choice. You couldn't fight anymore, you had to think about the safety of your child, that's all that mattered anyway. 'What?', you could hear Levi's voice from behind you, 'You're leaving?'. 'Levi, I told you this was a private meeting', Erwin looked at his friend. You didn't dare to look at him, instead, you kept your eyes focused on the ground. 'Tch', Levi sighed, 'Fine, leave'. You could hear the disappointment in his voice, the sadness, the hurt. You knew he felt betrayed. You promised him you would be there for him, always.

You said your goodbyes to your friends. Promising they could visit whenever they wished. When you saw Levi standing against the wall when you were done talking to Hange, you walked up to him. 'L-levi I..', 'Don't', his cold gaze met yours, 'You've made it clear over the past few weeks how you've felt. I hope whoever you're with makes you happy'. Before you could tell him that it wasn't anything like that, Levi already walked away.

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'I would like some of those apples and..hm', you looked at all the fresh fruits that were displayed in front of you, 'I would also like some of those grapes', you smiled at the man. 'Would you like something else Fynn?', you looked at your son who was sitting in his stroller. It had been a little over a year since he was born, but you couldn't believe how much he had grown already. 'Y/N?', you could hear a familiar voice calling out your name. You quickly turned around, 'Erwin?'.

You could see the Commander, Hange and Levi standing behind you. All of them dressed in their regular clothes, meaning they must have had a meeting in the city with the government.

'Oooo Y/N!', Hange ran towards you quickly throwing her arms around you, 'I've missed you'. You quickly hugged her back, telling her you've missed her too. 'Who is that?', Erwin smiled at Fynn. 'Oh', you quickly grabbed your stroller, 'This is Fynn'. You avoided Levi's gaze at all costs.

You still hadn't told him that he was the father. You figured you would never see him anymore, but now that Levi was looking at you and Fynn... You could feel yourself drowning in guilt. You knew you had no right to keep something like this from him, even if he got mad...

'Oh, he's so cute', Hange placed herself in front of the stroller, looking at him in awe. 'Oi Levi', Hange looked up at the Captain who was standing behind Erwin with his arms crossed, looking at the sky, 'He has the same eyes as you'. 'O-oh, no, Fynn just has blue eyes as well, no similarities here', you nervously chuckled. 'Come, let's head over to my place. I'll make you some tea, we need to catch up', you desperately tried to change the subject. 'Ai!', Hange quickly agreed. 'You're right, it's been too long', Erwin smiled at the sight of you holding onto the stroller. 'Levi?', you softly asked. It felt strange to say his name out loud after so long. 'Whatever', Levi shrugged his shoulders.

Levi noticed the resemblances. He noticed how pitch black Fynn's hair was, how he had the same nose as him, how he had the same eyes. Levi could swear he was looking at the younger version of him. But he decided he only saw what he wanted to see, there was no way you would keep something like this from him.

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'I'm so happy for you', Hange took a sip from her tea, 'You have a wonderful home, a cute little baby boy, and you look great'. Hange was holding Fynn on her lap, 'From now on, Aunt Hange will visit more often'. Erwin never stopped smiling. Even though he decided he would lead a different life, Erwin's mind often wandered to Rosemarie, what would've happened if he decided to stay, to choose for a more stable life. You looked at Levi, he didn't say anything, but he was looking at Fynn from across the table while sipping from his tea. 'Oi Erwin, let's get some cake or something', Hange stood up from the table, 'I also want to get Fynn something'. 'Sounds good', Erwin stood up from the table. 'What about me?', Levi looked coldly at the two of them. 'Since you haven't said much, you can stay here, catch up with Y/N. Oh, I better leave Fynn here', Hange smiled excitedly while handing Fynn over to you before walking out of the door with Erwin.

The room filled up with a tense feeling. All that there was left now was an awkward silence between the two of you.

'Well, I better put Fynn to bed. It's time for his nap', you quickly got up while heading upstairs. 'Here honey', you tucked Fynn in, giving him a kiss on his forehead, 'Sleep tight'. 'Tch', you could hear the familiar sound coming from the door. 'Levi, you startled me', you whispered. You quickly closed the door behind you, 'Come on, let's head back to the kitchen. I don't want to wake him up'. Levi didn't respond, instead, he followed you.

'Didn't expect you to live this life', he was standing against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, 'You said you didn't want any of this'. 'I didn't but...', 'But you fell in love, right? That's why you left the Corps', Levi was looking at the cup of tea that was standing on the table. You sighed, 'You're right, I fell in love', you whispered. 'Who? Who's the father?', you could feel Levi's cold gaze on your skin, 'D-did you met him when we were...'.

Your mind started to race, palms felt sweaty. You knew you had to tell him, you just couldn't keep it from him anymore. You could feel your mouth getting dry, your heart was racing, and the air felt dense...

'You are', your voice was shaking. A lump had formed in your throat while you tried your hardest not to cry. Levi widened his eyes, 'What?'. His hands were grabbing the edge of the kitchen counter. You never heard so much emotion in his voice. He sounded angry, hurt, even betrayed. 'I-I'm so-', 'No', Levi gritted his teeth, 'You're telling me.. I have a fucking kid, and you didn't tell me?', he walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders. 'Tell me this is some sick joke', but when he saw the tears in your eyes, he knew that it wasn't. 'How could you', his voice started to shake as well, 'How could you keep this from me?'. 'I-I thought you would get mad, and I just wanted to keep him safe', 'You thought I would get mad?', Levi chuckled in anger. 'So because of a damn thought, you decided you would let that kid grow up without me? Without a father?', you could feel his grip tightening around your arms. 'I'm sorry', you cried out. 'You're sorry?', he tilted his head, 'Did it ever cross your mind that I maybe wanted to be there for the two of you? That I wanted this?'. You shook your head, you couldn't speak anymore. 'If you would've told me, I would've quit with you. We would've found a nice home, together. I would've helped you with this, we would've been a team. He would have called me Papa by now... but instead, he thinks I'm a fucking stranger', Levi yelled at you. 'P-please Levi', you whispered, 'I'm sorry'.

Levi looked at you, he could see how much of a mess you were. He softly let go of you before sitting down at the table. Hands placed in his dark hair, letting out a deep sigh. For a couple of minutes, Levi just let it all sink in. Thinking about how there was nothing he could do. He couldn't turn back time, but he could be there for the two of you from now on. He could still be a father, he could still be there for the two of you.

'I'll visit every week from now on', Levi looked at you, 'I'll make sure the two of you have everything you need and more'. 'W-what?', you said softly. 'I'm mad at you, don't get me wrong... But when you left the Corps, my heart broke', you could see in his eyes how hurt he was. 'I opened up to you, let my walls down... Just to see you leave, thinking you were happy with someone else', Levi looked at the cup in front of him, 'I loved you Y/N, I still do... If you let me, I'll be everything you need and more'. You couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You placed both of your hands in front of your face, trying to get a grip on yourself. Suddenly, you felt two arms pulling you closer, 'I'm sorry I yelled at you kid. I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me you were pregnant, that you had to go through this alone. I know it must've been hard... I just wished you would've let me help you'. 'I'm so sorry', you sobbed into his shoulder, 'You know I love you too. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you. Fynn... He reminds me so much of you. I wanted to tell you, I really did but-', 'It's fine', Levi pulled away, softly wiping the tears from your face, 'If you want I'll even quit the Corps'.

'Oi Y/N!', you could hear Hange's voice from the door, 'We've got some cake!', she smiled while heading towards the kitchen. 'Oi, what's happening? Why are you crying?', she scratched the back of her head, placing the bags on the table. Erwin stood behind her, looking with his stern gaze at the two of you, 'Levi's the father of her child', he said softly, placing a hand on Hange's shoulder. 'Oi Erwin', Hange laughed, 'Don't be so ridiculous. Y/N would've told hi-', 'He's right' you softly replied, 'Levi's the father'. You looked at Erwin, wondering how long he'd known. You knew him, Erwin always could see things others couldn't, he'd probably known ever since you decided to quit the Corps. 'Oooooo, this is just perfect', Hange ran towards the two of you, quickly putting her arms around both of you, hugging you tightly,'You and Levi, having a child together, my best friends... I'll be the coolest Aunt ever!'.

[littlegodzilla]

Hi I have a reqeust

Set in: early Alexandria Or the Prison (you choose)

Pronounce:She/Her

Where Daryl and y/n are dating and there on a run and Y/n spots a bike and stares at it and Daryl catches her looking so he tells her to get on but she comes up with a bunch of excuses why not to and he figures out she can’t ride the bike and he makes fun of her in a cute way for a little before she gets mad and storms off, fast forward a few days Daryl comes back from a run with the bike, and try’s to get her to learn but she keeps denying it, until one day he physically forces her, and it’s rly cute and fluff. And y/Ns kinda embarrassed that’s why she never told Daryl and blah blah blah, u can come up with the rest I just think this would be rly cute.

Hi anon!!

Thank for your request!! It was cute and funny writing about it!

I hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!

Yes, two stories in one day, sorry.

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Ride with me.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Anon request. One shot.

Warnings: fluff.

Words: 1360

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You've known Daryl since you met at the Atlanta camp, but you made your relationship official when things seemed to be settling down at the Prison. You never denied that you found Daryl attractive, nor was it a feeling that appeared overnight, but with everything you were going through and everything you were going through, having a boyfriend was the last thing on your list of needs.

Now you have arrived in Alexandria, after having to leave prison and be separated again, you find a community. A big shelter, where you can start from scratch, with new people, everyone started to adapt, but it took Daryl a few days more, with your help it was easier for him, that and Aaron offered him to repair a motorcycle that was still in pieces, and if he managed to fix it, it would be his.

That motivated Daryl a lot, that and being able to leave whenever he wanted.

The first ride was with you. Excitedly he went to look for you on his new bike offering you to get out of there. Of course you didn't hesitate, Alexandria was fine, but escaping from within its walls from time to time was also a relief.

It has become a routine. When Daryl doesn't have to go out with Aaron to explore, looking for people, you wake up early and head out on the bike, either for a quick ride or to hunt something. You always leave the bike some distance away so that the Walkers don't follow you and you go into the woods or get lost in the streets of an abandoned town. Daryl always takes care of the larger prey while you place small traps for rabbits or birds, even if a Walker falls, better, less problems for the community.

That morning you find a new town. Daryl parks his bike and the two of you split up in search of supplies, the houses are stripped, but sometimes the garbage of some is a treasure for others. You find several clothing stores, you collect in your backpack several clothes that are not torn and some clothes for Judith, you continue walking down the same street and you stop at the entrance of one of the houses, the garage door is closed and that makes you nervous, what would happen if there was a pack of dead people in there and they cornered you? You don't hear anything, but you still approach to investigate.

When you lift the shutter trying to make as much noise as possible to make sure everything is clear, there is nothing there, at least not dead. A workbench, with a bunch of tools, car and motorcycle parts, body paint guns, it's obvious that it was someone's work shop. You bite your lip and your eyes roam all over the place.

"Hey, did you find anything?" You hear Daryl call out behind you and you snap out of your reverie. "Wow, she's beautiful." He says as he sees the bike you kept looking at.

It's beautiful, a deep black color, it's not finished assembling, the parts aren't finished painting, but for the apocalypse there's plenty of material to spare. Daryl looks sideways at you and taps you gently on the shoulder.

"Ya wanna try it out? We could take it to Alexandria." He prompts you, but you feel yourself gasping for breath and shake your head.

"N-no, besides we don't know if it works..."

"We just need to get it running, plus the rest of the parts are here, I could put it back together in a moment." He offers you and walks over to the bike to get it out of where it is.

"No, Daryl, no need, besides we're going with your bike, we don't need another one. The rest could attract Walkers." You insist and he frowns.

"Don't y'know how to ride?" he jokes and you stammer, "Don't worry, we can put some small wheels on it and I'll teach ya how to use it." He laughs at your joke, but you're not amused.

"Screw you, Dixon." You growl "If you like it so much, keep the stupid bike."

You push it with all your might causing it to fall against the racks it was attached to and walk away. Daryl is in shock, but reacts by coming after you, shouting your name for you to wait for him. The problem with riding there together on his bike is that you can't run away from him, but that doesn't mean you're going to talk to him either.

The trip is tense and uncomfortable, Daryl wants to apologize to you, in fact he has done it several times, but you still don't open your mouth. When you reach Alexandria you get off the bike and leave without even looking at him.

"What did I do wrong?" He asks Carol and she sighs.

"Nothing, Daryl, but remember we all have a past, maybe a painful memory...give her time."

Daryl nods, but remains uneasy, nevertheless at night you go back to your bed and hug Daryl, he hugs you back stroking your hair, rocking you in his arms asking for forgiveness again.

You thought everything had been resolved. Several days pass after your dispute and things are fine, you are now nervous about other things, you need to talk to him. You smile when you hear the sound of Daryl's motorcycle engine, you go out to meet him and your smile falters when you see the bike he is on. He smiles at the sight of you and walks towards you.

"G'morning." He greets you.

"What are you doing, Daryl?" You ask feeling the anger come back to you. "Why did you bring...?"

"Because I want us to be able to ride together, each with a bike, it might be fun."

"Daryl, I told you I didn't want to..."

"If y'ain't know how to drive, it doesn't matter, I can teach you."

"Daryl, stop it!" You yell at him and he looks at you with wide eyes. "No, I don't know how to drive, b-but that's not the point, I..."

"What's the matter? You've been strange for days, n... you've never yelled at me like that before..." He mumbles lowering his head. "If it's about the bike, okay, I'll leave it in the garage, sorry if I've been too..."

"The bike isn't the problem, it's just... I'm just scared..." You sigh running life through your hair nervously.

"Afraid why? You've always come with me..."

"I know, but it's different, I... I don't want to hurt it..." You say at last and rest your hands on your belly.

"I wasn't sure..." You explain. "Me period has never been very regular, so I wasn't worried, but..." You stammer.

"Wanna no...?" his question dies as he follows the movement of your hands. "Y... You're..."

"Pregnant." He gasps and pulls your hair back and then rub your chin. "Fuck..." He snaps and you feel your eyes fill with tears, your fear becoming real.

"Daryl, listen to me..."

It was what you feared the most, his reaction, you know Daryl is skeptical on the whole parenting thing, even though he likes taking care of Judith, he's always seemed to be afraid in being a father, in reliving his own childhood and you've always been careful, but as they always say; it always sprinkles before it starts to rain.

"Why didn't tell me?" He ask you.

"I'm gonna be a father." He gasps and walks over to you, holds your face and kisses you intensely.

You gasp against his mouth and your tears roll down your cheeks as you hug him tightly, your heart pounding.

"How did I not notice?" He says caressing your bulging belly.

"We've all put on weight in this time we've been in Alexandria." You joke and he laughs. "I talked to Denise and she gave me a test, but I don't know anything else yet... Jesus says that at Hilltop they have an obstetrician, I'd like him to give me more information..."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, we'll go to Hilltop, but... y'ain't gotta be afraid of it." He says pointing to the bike. "I can teach ya, I won't let anythin' happen to ya."

"I know that..."

"Wouldn't ya like the three of us to go together with the bikes? With our baby..." You can see his eyes sparkle and your heart melts.

"Sounds great, Daryl..." You admit nodding your head in agreement.

"I'll teach ya, it'll be fun, let's give it a try." He says taking you by the hand and you can't help but laugh at his excitement. "Wait, does anyone else know?"

"Only Denise, because of the test she gave me, no one else..."

Daryl nods and rushes into the house, tugging on your hand, you follow him confused, walking hurriedly. In the living room is your group, talking amongst each other, calm and relaxed. Daryl enters the room raising his arms, pulling your arm up out of inertia.

"I'm gonna be a father!" he howls and everyone turns to look at you.

Your cheeks redden violently as everyone turns to you with applause and words of congratulations hugging you. Daryl is overjoyed and proud, you really never expected his response to be so intense. You are thrilled.

A few days later, you are back on the bike. Daryl rides behind you, helping you steer, his hands on the handlebars to keep the bike balanced, you ride it and he tells you when to shift gears with your feet. At first you were reluctant to ride, but Daryl doesn't give up, his hand always resting on your belly and mumbling a little 'sorry' when you brake sharply. At first you thought he was saying it to you, but he was definitely talking to your baby. Which managed to make your heart melt.

"Yer doin' good." He says against your ear. "Yer doin' better and better on yer own."

"Thank you." You smile as you stop in front of Hilltop's huge gate.

Daryl smiles kissing your cheek, lets go of the handlebars and when the gate opens, he rests them on your waist leaving you alone to steer the bike into the community. You have a doctor's appointment and you're both nervous.

Although you have to admit that the driving lessons have paid off.

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The End.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

[merakiui]

First off love LOVE ur twst writing it’s so good! Second I haven’t seen anyone do this yet but imagine yan! Vil using method acting to fulfill his dark desires w reader. So Vil fell hard for u and has been crushing on u for a while but has to keep it on the down low bc 1. He has a busy schedule and a reputation to uphold, and 2. Said reputation prevents him properly interacting w u. Ofc he wants to have a proper conversation w u and build ur relationship but he just doesn’t have the time for it, plus it might be a bit unnerving for him to do something out of character ( like compliments or interacting for more than a quick greeting or comment). So when he gets a call from his manager saying that there’s an offer for him to play as a character from a novel who is so obsessed w their crush that they end up taking them for themselves (and having their way w them hehe). Vil is skeptical at first, he doesn’t rly like doing the villain roles plus the character itself doesn’t seem like something that would suit him at all. However, just as he’s about to decline the role, u catch him in the courtyard w the script and while greeting him u mention that ur a fan of that novel and r excited that it’s getting a movie adaptation, excitedly asking him which character he would play. Then an idea hits him. He tells u of the character, who is one of ur faves, and asks u a favour: he wants to do this character justice and deliver a worthy performance, so would u be so kind as to help prepare for this role? As a fan, he would love to hear ur advise and critiques so that he may give an accurate and fan-satisfying portrayal of the character. Ofc u eagerly agree to it and he couldn’t be all the more happier. He tells u that he rly wants to nail this performance so during this time he’s gonna rly get into character and he’s gonna need ur help w u taking on the role as the “crush”, u know, for more immersion purposes. He tells u he may do some “inappropriate” things to u without warning but don’t worry it’s all just “acting”, it’s all so that he can understand his character better.

(cw: yandere, non-con kiss, unhealthy behaviors, obsession)

Vil is dedicated to giving it his all for this performance, so he won't go into further detail regarding what these inappropriate things may be. After all, if you were expecting it to happen the portrayal wouldn't land and your reactions and criticisms might not help. He won't accept 'that was good' or 'you can definitely pull this role off' as suitable answers! He expects you to list every area that requires work, every minute detail you thought brought out the unnerving aspects of the character, and so on. You must be precise with it, otherwise he won't know how to improve.

He gets into it surprisingly fast. You thought he might have some reservations about this because of how villainous the character is, but once you wished him good luck and agreed to play the role of his crush he was ready to try his hand at the character through method acting. This makes it so much easier for him to do all of the gross, unseemly things that would certainly ruin his reputation. And all of it is disguised as method acting. Truly, a flawless plan.

You'll receive creepy letters from an unknown sender (though you know it's Vil, but you pretend to be oblivious) and the contents of these letters really are terrifying. With his elegant penmanship, one would expect the contents to be just as grand and pretty. Alas, these letters are filled with despicable things and you feel a little scared reading them despite knowing it's all part of the act. At some point, the more letters he sends you the shakier and messier his handwriting becomes—as if he's spiraling when detailing how much he adores you and how he'd do anything to have you. He's...really good at method acting, going so far as to alter his handwriting and make everything look so realistically horrifying. But that's to be expected from someone like Vil; he won't settle for anything less than perfect.

Vil catches you in the desolate hallway one evening, cornering you with a dark expression on his face and a blank look in his eyes. No one's around to help you; it's completely empty and silent. He must be practicing a scene where his character confronts his crush about how unfaithful they are when they look at other people. You know you have to act like the crush, so you'll try to push him away, weakly protest that it's not like that, and then the scene will end. Only it doesn't and Vil grabs your chin in a rough hold, turns your face this way and that, and captures your lips in a kiss that leaves you breathless.

He could get away with anything. Stealing you away and handcuffing you to his bedpost? That's method acting. Slipping a sleeping potion in your food? Method acting. Lingering, non-consensual touches that are meant to unsettle you? Method acting. Everything he does is all for the sake of delivering an award-winning performance. Though you're aware of this, you can't help but grow uneasy the more this goes on. You'll admit that it's nice to have him kiss you and shower you with all of this attention and praise—even if it's twisted and unhealthy—but after a while the charm wears off and it's just scary. You don't have the heart to tell him you don't like it because you really want to help him, so you try to brave everything until it ends so that you can give your constructive criticism.

Vil reassures you that all of these dark and obsessive behaviors—that's not what he's truly like. You do know that, don't you? And you nod right away because there's just no way Vil would ever do anything like this.

You'll never know that when he puts his heart and soul into every smoldering kiss he means it. When he's Vil, he must look composed and beautiful; he must hide his love for you because everyone will think it unsightly and wrong. But when he's playing this character, he can kiss you as if his life depends on it—can lose himself to his obsession and be just a little imperfect in that moment. He can express his affections for you wholeheartedly, masking his obsessive nature with an actor's careful grace.

And it works so well. Too well, even.

[mwagneto]

i'm really glad we got to see the twilight of adam this season but i also feel kinda robbed..? since they had to focus on both plots so we ended up not seeing a lot of things, like they almost immediately went to day 15 w the boys and then Seth saying he's been on his own for 10 days like we just Fully didn't see any of the ways in which they adapted to island life or anything? and they got rescued so fast like. literally 2 weeks before the girls did and yet they don't explain the timeline of it at all, like did the two experiments start at the same time? why did Leah see live footage of the adam group at the end of s1 if they were already rescued by then? also why does Gretchen say the adam group failed when they literally got rescued? and what was the point of her son being put on the island for like 6 hours? but I'm getting off topic, point is i really wish we could've seen more of the adam group coming up with ways to survive and just trying to deal with outside forces in general, and we don't even see the girls getting rescued? like no obviously we see the helicopter but i would've liked to see the full scene of how all of that went down coz it feels so anticlimactic like this. I guess what I'm saying is i wish they would've used their time a bit better and focused on the more interesting parts of Being Trapped On A Deserted Island but i also didn't rly dislike anything so I don't know what i would remove? just add an extra episode or two i guess

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hiii i saw your matchups/cakes and I LOVE THEM. English is not my first language so i am sorry for any wrong spelings and grammar use lol. Can a Get a boy from Hq?????? I am a capricorn, with a lot of fire sign in my chart. ISTP. Tall girl, 175cm. Dark blond hair to under my shoulders, blue eyes. Lean bulid, but mby a little broad shoulders and waist. Enything else is normal ig. I indeed have cheek bones and jawline, a caps face traits a think. Stretch marked on my ass and things. Im just gonna keep my personality short cuz i dont know how to talk about myself. Im Shy and intro and first, then i will open up and become a messy and late-coming person. Im never on time to anything. Once you know me and logical thinking, feisty, dark humor type of funny, sly, stubborn, determind, strong minded, oberetiv and a daredevil. I will do enything for somthing in return. Nobody can hold me back. I am also a Clumsy person, a will let a word og two slip and offend somone, will break or forget somthing. Im always there my friends, help them out with everthing and my door is always open for them. Street smart all the way, i Can talk about enything and give tips and trix on enything. Im not the Life of the party, in a party im either outside or taking care of Ppl or i am sipping for other ppls drinks. I listen to pop/rock but i Can vibe to anything. I also love pasta. And cats, but im allergic): I overthink a lot, tend to bottle up on my emotions and then just let it burst when im alone. I got bullied as a kid, thats why i keep to myself and have Some close friends and then friends i dont trust that much. I like long lasting realtionships and friendships. I wont settle for somthing that i dont belive will work. I just want to feel safe and loved and held, lol. Am i rly ugly cryer btw so i wont look into another persons eyes. I train a lot, do sport shooting, wresle a lot with my friends and dad in a safe way ofc. I love to have a friendly and funny wtesle. I lough a lot. I said i do sport shooting, and i hate it when ppl take it the wrong way and starts to compare it to illegal activity. That my biggest pet peeve, and loud chewers. I LOVE CHEES AND CARD GAMES. Also late night means and snacks. My favorite time is like late at night, after sundown. Late night walks. Laser tag or paint ball is a must, Water and pillow fights AGH my dreams. Also, just to chill in a bathtub👌🏻✨Pfffff Idk what more. I would like a boy form Haikyuu, whos taller than me. Would be up to my randome and mby dangerous ideas, but also calm and relaxing when it fits the mood. Dosent need to know how to comfort a crying person, just like do the basics and ill be fine. THANK YOU SO MUCH😘

@sussebassen

Romantic Matchup

Tendou Satori

How Y’all Met

Ahhhh

Y’all had a class together

And EVERY SINGLE DAY you would show up late

Every. Single. Day

It doesn’t matter if you we’re 5 minutes late, or 15 minutes late

You never showed up on time

This peeked Tendous interest...

So, he asked you about it

You then explained how you never try to be late, it just always happened

Then one day

Satori was walking to class

The bell was going to ring soon so he was trying to hurry

Then he saw you

You were also just trying to get to class ON TIME for once

But you tripped...

And you fell...

And ALL of your papers went everywhere 🥲

You silently cursed to yourself before rushing to pick up your things

And you we’re startled when a certain redhead began to help you

You guys had gathered all of your things before RUNNING to get to class

And you guys were still able to make it on time 😃

The teacher made a remark that maybe you should hang around Tendou more often if it gets you to class on time

Little did he know that you would do just that

Apparently you both had similar interests

So you guys became really good friends

And feeling began to bloom over time

Poor bb was to scared to confess to you tho :(

He didn’t want to scare off one of the only friends he had

Of course he told all of this to Ushijima

And of course Ushijimas LOUD MOUTH

spilled the beans

Unintentionally of course

But still

He just didn’t get the gist that all of this was supposed to be a secret

So one day when he and Tendou were walking together

They saw you

And Ushijima was just like “ah your that person that Tendou likes correct?”

You:😳

Him:🙂

Tendou: 🥲

Tendou then took you aside and properly confessed his feelings

He was 100% sure you were gonna reject him

“I like you too Tendou”

I’m sorry what????

He was SHOCKED

Baffled

Beguiled

But SUPER DUPER HAPPY

he pulled you in for a bone crushing hug

And promised to be the best bf ever

Awww my boy luvs ya

What They Love About You

Ight I’m just gonna say it...

Mans ADORES your stretch marks

He thinks they’re so cool!!!

He often compares you to a tiger because of them

Oof

He LOVES your sense of humor

He also has a darker sense of humor

So you guys mesh very well when it comes to that

Loves that you have the combo of being sly and a daredevil

If there’s one thing satori loves...

It’s pranks

So those traits of yours make pranks so much easier to pull off 😩

He loves how he can talk to you about ANYTHING

He knows that if he’s ever distressed about something he can go to you

So he’s vv grateful for that 🙏

Favorite Things To Do Together

Oh he LOVES to play card games

His favorites is slap Jack

WARNING: he gets REALLY into that game

So he hits HARD

So be prepared...

He 100% swoops you away to stores in the middle of the night

Have you guys been caught sneaking out?

Yes

Was that the last time you did it?

Absolutely not

LASER TAGGGGGG

YOU WILL GET DESTROYED

MANS IS THE KING OF LASER TAG

So just take that L

Also paintball

He’s not that good at paintball

Mans aim is booty

But he still likes to play!

Random Hc

You’d actually be quite shocked on how chill he could be

Like sometimes he just reads his manga sin silence

If you want to talk then sure

But those are the moments he prefers to be quiet

The reason he’s so good at laser tag...

Is because kids used to target him 🥲

So he had to adapt...

And now he’s a pro!

If you ever want to talk to him about your bullyed past

ON GOD mans is always there for you

He knows what it feels like

So his goal is to comfort you when it comes to that

Honestly

Mf chews loud...

So that’s something you’d have to work on 😃

But he’ll try his best to stop if it bothers you THAT much

Astrology

Capricorn + Taurus

When Taurus and Capricorn come together in a love match, it’s a practical, sensible partnership.

These two Signs share a certain down-to-earth logic and interest in efficiency.

Taurus is not interested in risking more than is necessary in terms of emotional connection and involvement, and Capricorn is similarly disinterested in risk, but more in terms of money and career.

Capricorn’s career is one of the great focuses of their lives; they’re interested in scaling the heights and tend to set very high standards for themselves to adhere to.

Taurus has high standards as well, but regarding love, relationships and possessions.

These two signs admire ones dedication and strength, but, while they have this in common as well as a dependable, realistic, somewhat conservative approach to life (Capricorn more than Taurus), a love relationship between them can go stale fast.

The problem? They’re actually rather different at their cores.

Taurus may begin to find Capricorn too conservative and restrictive

Capricorn may start to think Taurus is too lazy and doesn’t care enough about career and status.

If Taurus can encourage Capricorn to relax a little and appreciate the fruits of labor, and if Capricorn can help motivate Taurus to achieve goals and make dreams a reality, their union can be smooth, happy and long-lasting.

Overall Aesthetic

Chaotic Teenage Romance

Songs

Electric Love- BØRNS

Line Without a Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Scrawny- Wallows

Hey Lover- Wabie

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

i.changkyun / reader

genre: yandere!changkyun, librarian!reader (sex worker!changkyun)

warning(s)!!!: clubbing, mentions of sex/sex work, obsessive behavior, stalking, ‘love at first sight’ but messed up, masturbation (male), implied violence/murder, manipulation, changkyun plays the nice guy role but isn’t, changkyun is also pretty messed up (oops), y/n is oblivious to an astounding degree, implied drugging, chains/collars, confinement, kidnapping

w.count: 12.3k

Series | One-shot | Two-shot | Drabble [Rated: M] 

synopsis: im changkyun is a prime sex worker at a local club.  nothing gets his pride swelling more than any poser off the street willing to come into his club and pin bills between the elastic of his fishnets and skin. what he finds more exhilarating than any show, pole climb or heated one-night stand, however; is the one sober woman sitting among her group of wasted friends in a velvet, vip booth. he’ll do anything to know everything about her; putting on a friendly smile was only the first step. 

a/n: you can blame DAZED for this mess (hi, just in case you need a reminder, this is purely fiction and not at all who changkyun rly is as a person. nothing about this is okay in irl) 

This was nothing new.  This was just the way his life always played out.  An exhilarating erotic number on a stage with a pole, fishnets and teasing personality followed by the highest bidder to continue his line of work in a more secluded section of the club. 

Fantasia Dyed may have been a newer club against its competitors that have been around for years, but the workers and staff inside raised the bar previously set.  While clubs can be shady to begin with, what with the use of alcohol at every turn, murmurs of drugs, and agreements to met up for a quick money job- Fantasia Dyed had a reputation of the best line of sex workers you could get your dirty hands on. If you had the money, that was. 

Im Changkyun was the front man of that line up. Wanted by men, women and anyone in between- if you had the cash he demanded for his services, he was yours for the night.  He had no qualm so long as you paid and used the protection he required to keep your own STIs to your damn self.  He really wasn’t picky, and he never stopped to ask himself as to why.  

So, this- crawling out of some random woman’s creaky, box spring bed and pulling on the clothes he had lost earlier- was nothing new.  He looked over his shoulder as he ran his black painted fingers through his blond hair.  

The woman was passed out, a fuzzy, brown blanket covering her body as Changkyun turned away from her.  Throwing his shirt back on, flinging his jacket over his shoulders and thrusting his arms through the sleeves, he shimmied on his black skinnies and boots.  Grabbing his abandoned black, clutch bag from the stranger's couch he unclasped it to look at the envelope of bills he had received just hours earlier from his ‘client’.  

Throwing himself on the couch, he crossed his legs and counted the bills, smirking when he was adamant he was paid in full- with even a small service tip he assumed- to cover over his asking price for the night.  Satisfied, he got up and left that small apartment he had stumbled into. 

It was only when he entered his own home- the top floor penthouse of some wealthy building- did he wonder just for the briefest of moments if he was truly satisfied. 

-x-x-x-

“Y/n, if you don't come with me to Fantasia like you promised you would 2 years ago when it opened now that I finally have the money and the chance for my birthday, you’re being grounded.” 

You, who was busy replacing books that you had been wheeling around on your return cart back on the shelf, had the lovely company of your best friend sitting behind you at a library table as you worked.  She’d been going on and on about her birthday plans and while you were happy she was excited about them, she was adamant on adding you to the attendee list.  

Maybe it was cliche, but the oh-so-thrilling life you lived as a librarian of your local public library painted a rather ‘stay at home’ picture of you; and that is exactly how you wanted it.  The whole reason you took this job opportunity was because the head librarian noticed you come in every other Wednesday for a new list of to-reads to rent and offered a position after she got to know you a bit better.  

Had you had the choice, you’d stay cooped up in your house with a good book, a nice warm drink, a rainy day and peace and quiet for the rest of your life. But, of course, that was a fantasy.  Your social life was barely breathing, with Halie-the insistent best friend behind you- being the center of your social solar system.  

You were a prime recluse, you didn’t even keep in touch with your parents as often as you should since they were so utterly upset you were throwing so much ‘potential’ away when you decided to be a librarian instead of going into some out of this world career field. 

You had Halie and Halie had connections with just about everyone ever.  She was easy to adapt to personalities and was generally kind to anyone she meets unless they’re rude first.  She was a prime example of a modern ‘dream girl’ that people had.  Though, she was still your friend no matter who she is with anyone else.  

Was that naive of you? 

“Y/n, I’m telling you, you’ve gotta cooooome,” she whined.  Sitting backward in her chair, leaning back and pulling on the back of the chair. You sighed, pushing a spine of a book into its rightful you had just mapped out.  “Please,” she begged in a pathetically, high pitched voice. 

“If I go, will you stop whining?” You asked with your back still towards her, but you could practically see the smile on her face with the small, over-dramatic gasp she let out.  You almost immediately regretted your choice, and wished you could take it back. You knew Halie wouldn’t let it happen though.  You’ve spoken and now her selective hearing will kick on and she wouldn’t hear you even if you changed your mind.  

“So, you’re going?!” She screeched as you turned around and shushed her.  She was in a library. With a few more accepting statements from you solidifying your attendance to her birthday, she left happily as you finished stocking your shelves in dread before sitting behind your check-out counter with the same dread- only 10x stronger. 

You watched the time tick by on the computer screen at work, the watch around your wrist on the way home, the hanging clock on your living room wall and the alarm you set on your phone for 9 pm when you were set to get ready.  Time passed far too fast for your liking- you couldn’t even squeeze in a nap to help the nerves. 

Before you knew it, you were walking out of your home, locking the door behind you with the only acceptable club outfit you could think of as you made your way to Fantasia Dyed, texting Halie that you were dreadfully on the way. 

-x-x-x-

“Hey, Kyun! Take ten, dude!” Changkyun, who had just stepped down off of the high perched stage covered in sweat ruffled his blond hair that clung to his forehead in strands.  He nodded as he grabbed his bottle of water, slouching in a nearby domed-stool.  

One of his ankle high, black platform boots propped up on the stool’s ring with the other on the ground.  The white tank top he had personally cut off to end at his rib cage and expose his stomach drenched in spots of sweat.  Black skinnies clinging to his toned legs and his fishnets showing loud and proud through the open knees of his jeans and wrapping around the perfection of his waist.  Having left his faux fur coat in the employee lounge for the night.  

His dark eyes scanned the floor level he was currently occupying the best he could from his seat at the juice bar- for the lameizoids who wanted something non-alcoholic at his club.  He glanced at the wristwatch strapped onto the inside of his wrist and checked the time.  It was only just past 10 as he smirked.  

The night was still young.  

From not too far off in a different area than he was, he heard a small commotion starting to murmur.  From the looks of what he could see over his sips of water and his bangs hanging in his eyes as he flipped them annoyingly out of his way over and over, it may have been someone’s birthday.  Guest after guest going into the same area with the same woman in stockings and a cocktail dress hugging and greeting them.  

A VIP birthday reservation; that did ring a small bell somewhere in the overbooked mind of the club worker.  Perhaps it would pay off if he did some of his work within their sights.  Birthday crowds almost always paid off in terms of after work lip service and bonus pay.  

Stepping his foot off the lower ring of the stool he had been comfortably sitting on, he stood as he set his bottle on the juice bar. The tender at the particular unpopular drink selection area took it and tucked it away under the bar where Changkyun always asked him to put it so no one tried to get creative with it.  

Walking around the venue area, he strutted by the lower ground VIP booth surrounded by thick, velvet ropes.  Whoever this birthday diva was, she sure went all out to keep her and her group uninterrupted.  A lower level 10 person booth, a table full of booze and a secure perimeter to keep outsiders rightfully out of her hair.  Just from the set up, she must’ve been some spoiled princess.

However, what really caught his gaze was one particular woman.  A woman dressed in a tank top, a cheap looking fake leather jacket and dark jeans.  Perhaps not ideal for Fantasia’s club etiquette and whatever she was sipping on in her clear glass certainly didn’t seem like any alcoholic beverage to his trained eye.  His pierced brow ticked up as he walked fully by and the table of rambunctious party-goers left his sight around the wall.  

“Must be a prude,” he murmured but somehow, he almost felt guilty when the words left his mouth.  He couldn’t fathom at all why. It stalled him physically as he stopped in his tracks for just a moment before strutting further away from the booth to scope out a good area to work his magic.  

The moment midnight hit Changkyun was being flagged over by the absolutely smashed table he had passed earlier that night.  The VIP birthday booth had confidently called him over.  As he moseyed his way over, with a few of his coworkers already there to entertain the group, he was greeted by some drunken man hanging off his shoulder. 

Among the group of drunk or passed out party goers, there was the same woman from earlier who still seemed completely sober.  Changkyun raised his eyebrow as he shook the man on his shoulder off as he stumbled around and clung to the next nearest bod. He walked over to your side and sat himself down beside you on the velvet booth.  

Crossing his legs, he watched you flinch when he plopped himself down, his elbows rising to rest on the back of the booth, his hand hovering close to your face.  He sure made himself comfortable. He had to admit though, as you sipped on yet another refill of something nonalcoholic, you were pretty easy going on the eyes. 

“You sure don’t seem like you’re having any fun, lady,” he chided as he lifted one arm off the back of the booth to push his hair back out of his eyes for only the millionth time that evening.  He heard you nervously chuckle beside him and something about the sound of it stirred pleasantly in his chest. 

“Well, this isn’t exactly my scene,” you told him.  Your voice was soft like Christmas bells, but it erupted in his ears, making the background of sounds and voices and bass all drown out.  He was solely focused on your lips and the sound they produced when you spoke he couldn’t hear anything else.  

“Not your scene, but here you sit in mine,” he teased as he smirked at you.  You tapped the side of your glass that had become a slipping hazard from it’s condensation. Changkyun looked at the friends around you who seemed to be having the time of their young lives.  “You’re friends seem to be enjoying themselves.” 

“Well, they go out a lot. I really don’t like these kinds of places,” you told him before you looked at him with a slightly apologetic smile.  “No offense.”  

“Club scenes aren’t for everyone, I understand that. If you hate it so much, why did you come here?” He asked as you sighed, dipping your chin.  He felt a small spark of panic rise in his throat as he saw you suddenly even more forlorn than you have been.  Did he put that look on your face by asking your dumb questions? 

He mentally halted himself, once again wondering why it affected him so much what you did and did not like or how you acted.  

“It’s my best friend’s birthday so she pretty much begged me to come with her tonight,” you lifted your head and looked over to where she was, downing yet another shot.  You’d have to remember to book a cab for her to go home- if she doesn’t go home with the staff member she keeps clinging to.  “I probably won’t stay much longer since she pretty much forgot I’m even here,” you pouted.  

Changkyun’s eyes swelled at the precious pout to your lips as you whined about being forgotten because you were sober and weren’t partying like an animal.  What was wrong with him? 

“Do you like coffee?” He suddenly blurted out.  He couldn’t stop the words from forcing their way out of his mouth before his brain could functionally filter them or even stop them.  He gulped when you turned to look at him in the eyes for the first time that night.  Maybe it was the neon lights in the club or maybe it was the dim atmosphere that made them so enticing to gaze into, but he was locked in your gaze- unable to break away from you.  His jaw nearly dropped open as he explored the color of them surrounded by the club's aura.  

“Coffee?” You asked in clarification. He just clamped his teeth together before nodding once. “Well, I’m not the biggest coffee fan in the world, but I like teas’ and I can handle a frappe if I’m in the mood for it.” 

“I get off at three,” he told you as he desperately tried to keep eye contact. “If you find the stomach to hang around another three hours, we can get some?” He pitched as his voice that was normally always confident- as it should be for his line of grade-a work- shook just slightly with the booming club bass. 

Your eyes shifted when he put the offer out there, and he started to internally panic.  Would you say no? Would you politely decline him and try and carry on like he never said a word? Or would you turn him down and leave?  Then, it hit him.  You were in a club; a club popular for sex work and Changkyun happened to lead that gaggle of workers. It’s pretty damn obvious you were assuming he had some ulterior motive. For once, he didn’t. 

He dropped his elbow from the back of the booth as he turned towards you slightly, scooting forward to the edge of the booth seat.  

“I don’t mean to hook up or anything,” he clarified, “I just want to get to you know, so I wanted to get coffee at an ungodly hour.” The hands he waved around to try and help convince you quickly settled onto his jean torn, and fishnet covered lap.  “If you want to.” 

You sat and considered his offer.  It was Saturday, and the library was closed on Sundays so you could technically afford to be out later than you typically would.  And a late night chat with someone other than your wasted party of friends did sound tempting.  He seemed kind enough, even with his get up and the flashes of a performance you had glimpsed earlier with him on the lifted stage and poles.  You should never judge a book by it’s cover, just because he seemed like someone who slept around all the time, didn’t mean he was a bad guy, right?  

You smiled at him and his breath left him in one fell swoop.  It was like your smile materialized into a pro-boxer and just gut punched him. And he loved it.  

“A three am frappe sounds great,” you told him.  He smiled back wider than he knew he could. He thanked you before he excused himself to go back to work.  However, before he went back to the floor, he practically sprinted into the single employee bathroom and locked himself inside. 

He slammed his back against the door as his knees wobbled and he grew weaker. His breath was staggered as his chest heaved in unsteady shudders.  His fingertips shook and he had shivers running up his back from the memory of your eyes and that smile.  He started chuckling to himself in the empty bathroom as he felt his cheeks flush.  

God he felt so euphoric in the moment, it was practically erotic.  Whatever was wrong with him, he started questioning if it was really wrong if it made him feel so good. 

-x-x-x-

It was ten till three in the morning when Changkyun did one last check to make sure you hadn’t left yet.  Almost your whole party was passed out, had gone home by cab or with someone else at this point.  The club was nearly ready to shut down for the night as they started to chase people out. You saw him peek around into the VIP booth area as you smiled and waved to him reassuringly.  That same tightness coiled in his chest as he rushed to the employee locker room. 

A fellow pole dancer who was peeling off his skintight, laced finger-less gloves perked an eyebrow up at the rushing blond.  He hadn’t seen the worker so eager to get out of there before. 

“Some kind of big surprise waiting for you outside those doors or something, hot stuff?” He asked. Changkyun shook his head, too busy searching for his clutch behind his fur coat so he could meet up with you.  Yanking on the furry sleeves that felt almost too warm all of a sudden, he snatched the no longer hidden clutch from his locker shelf and slammed it shut.  

“Something better,” he breathed in promise to himself more than his coworker as he jogged out, his long coat bouncing off the back of his knees.  He came out of the room, seeing you standing and in the company of a different worker who was still relatively new to Fantasia Dyed. A rookie at best and his eyes hardened as the man spoke to you. 

Leaning far too close to you, breathing too close to you and smiling far too seductively at you. He was clearly looking for a bed to crash in, but Changkyun hated it.  Loathed it even as he felt his lips pull back in a grimace mimicking a defensive mutt.  He stomped towards you and inserted himself between the nuisance and yourself. 

Pushing his palms against the worker’s chest, he harshly shoved him backwards and took a few steps back himself towards you.  He felt like he was on fire, feeling you standing directly behind him.  He thought he could feel your warmth radiating onto his back like sun rays and it almost made him sweat.  He felt torn between feeling ecstatic that you were so close to him or completely pissed off at the man who stood shell shocked after being pushed away.  

“She’s taken already,” Changkyun growled.  He shocked even himself with his tone, something coiling further and beating in his chest so violently he swore he felt his chest jerk forward with each beat of his heart. 

The coworker raised his hands. “Chill out, man. ‘Didn’t know she was yours.” Something ignited the coil in Changkyun’s chest and sent sparks in his mind at the man's words. His? Yes… that sounds exactly right. 

It sounded blissfully perfect as the man walked off and the blond turned around to see you and properly escort you out of Fantasia Dyed. He watched your back as you left in front of him- ladies first- and he let a grin crawl across his face.  Unaware of how his eyes looked as they burned into the silhouette of your body.  

His. 

Changkyun led you out of the club, but neither of you expected it to be raining at three o’clock in the morning.  You gasped as you instinctively brought your hands up above your head. You were wearing makeup and if it got wet, it was all over.  Changkyun was quick to rip the coat from his shoulders and sling it around you.  It had no hood, but he placed the collar of it above your head as you grabbed the edges of it to pull it around your body.  

He nearly gasped when his finger brushed your hand, handing off his coat before he was pulling his keys from his clutch and pushing buttons to unlock his car that was parked just around the corner on the side of the building.  He reached around your shoulder and started directing you in the rain.  

It was only when he sat you in his car, nice and dry, when he ran to get into the drivers sid, slam the door shut, start the car and crank the heat to get rid of the wet shivers you had due to the rain, did he realize he had just touched you again.  Although his coat was under his arm, so were you as you ran through the rain.  He had to contain yet another delightful shiver. 

You shimmied the coat off your head to around your shoulders before you pulled it out from behind you and placed it on your lap as you pulled the seatbelt across your chest.  You looked at Changkyun who was already looking at you, but flinched and started fidgeting with his wheel and knobs for the radio in his car to distract himself. 

“I didn’t realize there was rain in the forecast this morning. I wouldn’ve have brought an umbrella.” You briefly blessed the idea that Changkyun asked you out because you had taken the bus and walked the rest of the trip to Fantasia, so getting home would have been a long walk considering the buses don’t run at three freakin’ am. 

Changkyun cleared his throat, whipping his blond, wet bangs out of his face and onto the top of his head, clearing his forehead as he shifted out of park. 

“So,” he started, “where do you want to go?” You tossed ideas around in your head and it was so early, hardly any place would be open except the occasional fast food place or gas station.  Offering him the choice between an open, probably dead lobby for some fast food or grabbing a drink and hanging in the car in the rain, he was driving off to the closest food location.  

As nice as it sounded being secluded in a car with coffee and the sound of rain, he wouldn't be able to look you in the eyes as you spoke as well. 

Changkyun took you to the place he would often stop for some after work food before going home or meeting up with someone. Because he knew the manager so well (and because the manager was always in store by three to start preparing for the staff to come in at six) Changkyun was allowed an early entrance. 

Even though you offered to get your own drink, Changkyun wasn’t allowing you to pay for anything since it was him who asked you out. Besides, it wasn’t exactly expensive to buy some caffeinated drinks- especially since he got a special discount too. The manager who always got him his food or drinks ready at this hour was shocked to see him with company this time around. 

Time seemed to become truly nonexistent to Changkyun as soon as the both of you sat down at a back corner table- away from anyone's eyes from outside as to not cause the manager grief if someone should come demanding entrance because Changkyun was inside. You both talked about anything and everything he could think to ask you to get to know you better.  

He learned that you were a librarian and that you didn’t go to school- forgetting about any further education after high school because you weren’t sure what you really wanted to do with your life. He found out bits and pieces about your family situations- gathering that you weren’t close and that you had no siblings to speak of. Your friends were small in number and that you weren’t really close to anyone aside from Halie- the proffered birthday girl at the club. 

He mentally thanked Halie for begging you to come to the club, considering if you hadn’t Changkyun would have never laid eyes on you. 

In turn, he shared what he could in return for your stories.  He had been working in the sex world for a few years now, quickly and unfortunately getting roped into it after a nasty breakup when he had just turned 21. When he realized just how desirable he could be, he started working out and eating better to keep his physique so business kept rolling in for him.  He was actually scouted by the assistant manager of Fantasia Dyed to work there- but it was the pay and benefits that really dragged him in.  He didn’t dislike his career, so he had no reason to say no anyways.  

At least with Fantasia Dyed, he had benefits to get himself into the doctor if one of his clients ever lied and gave him some gross sex disease- then of course he’d sue them into the ground for not following his work guidelines. He told you about why he pierced his eyebrow and even the stories behind the tattoos on his back. 

Oddly enough, despite your absolute opposite backgrounds, you both spoke and got alone brilliantly.  It was a balance of lifestyles and Changkyun basked in everything you had to say.  You didn’t shun him or sneer at his life as a sex worker and maybe it was the lack of disgust and prejudiced that really flipped something in his head.  

You did not judge him. You did not hate him. You laughed at whatever joke he pitched.  You blushed at whatever lame pick up line he slid into conversation. You groaned playfully at his equally playful flirting. You were making him fall and he did- hook, line and heavy sinker.  

He was absolutely, unbelievably head over heels for you and he felt like he was on fire. 

You both talked and talked until you had noticed that the sky started to change color and the rain had stopped. The sun was rising and you were suddenly overly aware of how exhausted you really were.  Changkyun saw you stifle a yawn and although it felt like his heartstrings were going to tear in his chest, he was quick to get up and offer you a ride home as the manager started to truly open the lobby for business as nearly all morning staff were present.  

As you sat in the car with him, directing him on what roads to take to get to your home, he found himself memorizing every turn. When you told him to keep it slow and then pointed out your small little apartment duplex, he looked at every crevice his eyes could see from the car window.  The neighborhood was somewhere small, but there was a small park just across the block so he expected it to be fairly busy during the day. 

As he bid you farewell, and watched you get safely inside before driving away, he struggled to contain his breath.  When he rolled into the apartment parking lot and up to his penthouse, he was quick to lock his door and lift his coat to his face.  

It smelt different than usual.  It had your shampoo’s scent embedded into its fake fur. It had the smell of your perfume and the smell of you inside of it.  He fell asleep that morning until afternoon with his coat curled around him instead of a blanket.  That feeling of euphoria chasing him until he finally fell asleep- only to have a set of specific dreams involving you in one of his reserved back rooms at Fantasia Dyed. 

-x-x-x-

Over the course of the next week, Changkyun did his damnedest to keep his eyes on you at all times he possibly could.  He’d wake up in the afternoon and find a way to enter the library you worked at and slip into a corner behind a bookshelf with a book to disguise his obvious staring of you.  When you’d leave the desk to replace books, he’d move to avoid your eyes, when you’d help a guest with their books to check out, he’d growl when it was a man that you smiled at.  When you got off work, he’d trial behind you just enough to stay unnoticed. He’d watch you get home every afternoon and one night he even put a small camera on one of the fake branches of your fake bush you hand sitting in a pot on your porch.  

He’d sit in his car or in his penthouse and watch the feed on his phone if it buzzed with a notification of movement.  If you were leaving, he’d jump into action to try and find out where you were going if it was an unusual time.  He’d watch you go to the store to shop or into some food place for something to eat. 

He’s even seen you meet up with Halie a few times and each time he did, he hated that wench more and more.  That obviously spoiled princess wasn’t good enough to be around you, acting like a typical romance villain and obvious snake.  You were smart, so he was curious as to why you trusted her so much. She was clearly brainwashing you and keeping you around as a tool. 

Changkyun had a mental list of enemies and people he hated, and she was ranked number one among that list- along with all the men he saw speak or flirt with you.  He wanted to get them away from you, throw them out of the picture and clean your mind of their filth. 

During his work hours, and after even, he’d still get randoms to get into bed with him- but his mind would be filled with everything about you.  The person underneath him would disappear and your face and body and voice would take hold in his brain like some sort of spell.  He’d fuck into man or woman with such fervor he’d be getting calls from his manager that he was requested for service back to back.  

He hit euphoria and erotic highs with you just in his mind, he nearly came undone when he thought how it would feel actually fucking you.  He’d go home from work, from another sex session and he’d lay on his bed, on his couch, sit at his table or collapse in his doorway and wear himself thin with his hand at the thought of your touch instead of his or someone else.  

He sat on the cold floor of his front door entrance, his leather, skintight pants unzipped and cock slipped through the hole in his boxers.  His hand squeezed his length as his fingers rubbed and pinched and squeezed around the head and slit. It was so dry as his hand slid up and down painfully on his shaft.  His hips bucked to meet his hands motions and his legs twitched in their perched, spread position.  His stomach was tight as his opposite hand came to pinch and twist his nipples- his shirt discarded as he slid down the door upon his entry earlier. 

It was so dry- it was hardly enjoyable- but it was painfully erotic. He couldn’t stop and the precum leaking from his cockhead wasn’t nearly enough for his hand to not pull on the delicate skin making him hiss.  Taking his lip between his teeth and breathing so heavily he stuttered, he watched his hand abuse his cock. 

The hand that played with his nipples shot down to hold his wrist as he finished himself off, cumming with the sound of your name spilling from his lips in lewd, breathless moans.  He lay on the floor, slouched and exhausted as cum stuck, drying to his chest and pants. 

He was so utterly, disgustingly, blissfully obsessed with you and he felt like he was losing his mind. His mind was filled to the brim with you, you, you.  He spent every waking hour he could preparing.  Yes, he had to make sure that everything would be perfect for when you’d finally come to him.  

You deserved nothing short of perfection- and Changkyun would fuck anyone, get paid anything and obtain whatever it was you desired to make sure you got exactly that.  However, it would take time- much to his dismay. 

He knew he had to get ready before he could possibly have you.  He started cleaning out a room he used as storage in his penthouse and got to work.  

It was ten days after your three am date that Changkyun decided to play innocent and ‘bump’ into you at work one day.  He was impatient and couldn’t wait any longer to speak to you again, to hear your voice directed at him again and not at someone else.  

He entered the library confidently that day, dressed in blue jeans, low heeled boots and a tee that was stretched just a bit at the collar.  His hair unstyled and glasses on his nose with his clutch under his arm.  He didn’t want to go over the top in style, so he tried to match your neutral style of dress.  

He took a moment to look at you before he took a breath and walked up to the desk, placing a fake smile of shock on his face when you looked up to see him.  He nearly fell to his knees when he saw your eyes shine and your mouth split into a smile and wave at him.  If he could, he would’ve ran the rest of the way to the desk instead of walked.  

When he walked at the desk, he leaned and laid his arms in front of one another on the desktop, bending and crossing his ankles together and grinned at you.  

“Well, fancy meeting you here, madam librarian,” he greeted, acting as if he hadn’t been here daily for the past week just to see you work.  

“It’s been a little bit, it’s good to see you Changkyun,” you said and he felt himself shift sinfully.  “I’d ask you why you’re here, but it’s a library, so,” you chuckled at yourself.  Oh, how he missed the sound of that laugh.  “Did you come looking for something specific?” You asked as he jut his lip out in thought.  

“Not necessarily. I just felt like cracking open a book, and what better place to start looking? It's a pleasant surprise you work at this library. It’s close to where I live.” That was true, there were two other libraries in town and this one was the closest to him. You hummed at him. “Could you recommend something to me?” He grew giddy when you smiled widely and stood from your desk chair and started to walk around the desk, motioning for him to follow you. 

As you asked him what he liked and disliked, leading him down the isles and scanning book after book, keeping small conversation he wished he could push you against a bookshelf and have his wicked way with you. He knew better, however; you needed to be taken care of in a specific set of ways and against a bookshelf wasn’t it- tempting as it may be. 

“Here,” you told him as you spun around and placed a book in his hands.  As he took it, he quirked a small, teasing smile as he looked at you as if you were playing a joke on him. 

“Twilight? Really, Y/n?” In his hand sat the book that sprung up the cheesy, cliche and overall, not so great movies he watched with one of his old friends for gags one night in his teens- completely drunk he may add.  

“Hey, don’t judge a book by it’s cover- or it’s movies. It’s better than you think.” You shoved the book closer to his chest. “Just give it a chance, please?” When you ask so adorably with your lip jutted out just enough for him to fantasize leaning down to bite into it with his teeth, he had no choice but to comply.  He’d read this book cover to cover, backwards even had you asked.  He’d do whatever you wished. 

He spent the afternoon halfway reading at a table near the desk and halfway watching you work until your shift concluded.  When you were packing up, he scrambled to get his clutch and mark the page he had to reread over and over again because he couldn’t concentrate and rushed up and over to your side.  

“Are you finished for the day?” He asked although he already knew the answer.  You nodded as he touched your arm, grabbing gently around your elbow.  “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked as he saw your cheeks grew in the most vibrant color of rose. 

“I, uh,” you cleared your throat and rubbed the back of your neck with your free arm. “I’m not dressed for a date though,” you pouted. Changkyun licked his lips, desperate not to let you get away from him just yet.  

“Then, tomorrow,” he pitched, “when you’re free tomorrow we can go out.” Tomorrow was Wednesday, and he knew that you always left work early on Wednesdays.  He watched you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you licked your lips before rolling them over your teeth and then opening your mouth. 

“I can do tomorrow,” you muttered, face fully flushed with redness flooding into the tips of your ears.  He released your arm with a giant smile.  He flicked his bangs out of his face as he felt his glasses slip just a bit further down his nose.  He reached into his clutch as he dug out his phone and handed it to you with the new contact screen up. 

“Let’s swap numbers then, and we can work out everything through the phone.” You didn’t hesitate to place your number into his phone before sending yourself a text with ‘it’s changkyun’ attached to the message.  You promptly added him in your contacts as well.  Offering you a ride home, which you took, he dropped you off and when he walked into his penthouse that afternoon he pumped his fist into the air.  As well as stared at the palm in which held your arm earlier, gazing at it as if he had just touched the blessed body of a holy messiah. 

As he sat in his living room on the couch, he felt himself harden in his sweats he wore before changing into his work attire. He had actually called in to take the night off since he had to be well rested for his date tomorrow. This hand had touched you, touched your skin.  He was sure it would feel magnificent on his cock too.  

-x-x-x- 

Tomorrow didn’t come fast enough and Changkyun was bounding out of bed at the ass crack of dawn to figure out what he was going to wear.  How would he style his hair? Would he fill all his ear piercings or change the stud in his eyebrow to a spike? Which shoes would he wear: sneakers, heeled boots, sandals? He couldn’t waste another second in bed, he had far too much to plan for the day to worry about sleeping any more. 

He dove for his phone the moment he heard the specific notification he set for you. He talked to you a bit and you both decided on a time to meet up.  Meeting up at noon for lunch and then he’d take you to a movie and then he’d walk around with you window shopping, talking about the movie you both saw and then he’d take you for dinner.  That’s what he wanted to happen.  

He showed up at the meeting place half an hour early.  Wearing a black, white spotted button up tucked into a pair of black jeans with a thin, white belt around his waist, he adjusted the buttons at the cuffs of his sleeves.  A simple, thin silver chain to show off his neck as his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show off his collar bones.  The heels of his shoes clacked just enough on pavement or tile to let people know he was coming.  

“Changkyun!” He heard from behind him.  He raised himself off the bench had had been sitting cross-legged on, staring at his phone and debating on texting you.  He quickly spotted you waving to him from among the crowd of people on the hunt for lunch before their work break ends. 

His mouth nearly dropped when he saw you.  Running up to him with the cutest, apparel on. 

A summer dress of pale pink with small white dots that wrapped around your chest and fell loosely at the skirt to hit your thighs.  The sleeves off shoulder and sheer all the way down your arm until it wrapped around your wrist in sheere frills.  Black, thin straps to keep it all up. A pair of white sandals that wrapped around your foot and ankle with the smallest heel to keep you from twisting your ankle.  Hair done in two little buns on either side of your head, but still kept some down with a black, stretchy choker around your neck. 

The pink, circular satchel at your waist that hooked over your shoulder probably contained your phone, wallet and the pink gloss that covered your lips as you came to stop in front of him.  You were like a flower as he gazed at you.  You quickly lifted your wrist to check the thin watch you wore, making sure you weren’t late.  You weren’t. 

“I hope you weren’t waiting here too long for me,” you giggled and he felt his heart try to burst from his chest. He shook off his stupor the best he could in front of you before he smiled and quickly denied it.  

“I haven’t been here long,” he assured. You made a small jest about the both of you wearing something with small polka dots on it and he felt like he was going to fall to his knees at your noticing his attire and complimenting it.  You were far too precious. 

Throughout the day, he found out that you weren’t only exceptionally kind, but you were probably the biggest pushover he’s ever met.  You’d follow after him like a little lost duckling and whatever he recommended doing, wherever he wanted to go, you were quick to agree and comply.  With your ease of compliance, he was able to mentally go through the check list of plans he had set with little to no difficulty.  

It was miraculous how easily you obeyed him. 

Changkyun made note of everything your eyes lingered on, everything your fingers brushed, everything you expressed just the slightest interest in- he would remember.  Changkyun wanted to spoil you, wanted to give you everything you desired- everything you deserved. You were an angel walking, cursed upon the earth and nothing anyone could say would change his mind about it. 

The entire time you were out with Changkyun that day, you were smiling at him as he hung onto every one of your words.  Every interest, every detail, every idea or opinion you had- he grabbed it and held it deep inside his chest. 

It was coming close to around ten that night when he was finally getting around to dropping you back home, as he could see the exhaustion in your eyes and the slowness in your steps. He had half a mind to just drive you back to his home, but he couldn’t- not yet. 

He walked you to your door as he bid you a final goodnight and as you unlocked your door and pushed it open just a crack, you turned back to him and smiled.  He froze when he felt your fingers on his cheek before you stood to your toes and kissed his cheek.  You rushed inside before he could say anything and before you could regret it. 

The blond sat dazed and only managed to drive a block away before he pulled into a parking lot of a closed, daytime store.  His cheeks were flushed, his skin burned and his breath was staggered.  He could still feel the feeling of your lips on his cheek and that shiver of delight attacked his spine and spread until he was finishing himself off in the front seat of his car- the sound of your name on his lips over and over again as his fingers brushed his cheek trying to feel the essence of you in his skin. 

-x-x-x-

Changkyun had the privilege of taking you out on two more dates over the course of the last two weeks (along with his library trips to visit you) and it was today, when he once again frequented the library- where he noticed you weren’t in your usual high spirits.  He pulled you aside on your break and into a back corner library table as he made you spill your guts on what could be plaguing your mind.  

It took all of his will power to not scream when you told him you had been being harassed by some library guest who always comes in.  He always wants the same book renewed over and over and he always tried to pry your number out of you.  Even after clearly telling him no and explaining to you that you were traveling among the silver lining of a relationship with Changkyun- he was persistent.  It came to the point you were looking over your shoulder and even jogging to and from work. 

“So, he’s stalking you?” Changkyun clarified, as you nodded weakly.  He grit his teeth, his jaw tightening.  Didn’t other people know that his woman was off limits, especially when it came to following you around? He kept you under his watchful eye, but these men were after something far worse and in his sick, demented mind- they were the offender and they were a disease.  

Changkyun reached across the table and gently held your hand, trying to convey that he knew that you were scared and that he’d do anything to keep you safe.  He could see the tears glisten around your eyes and a taboo sense of arousal shot in his stomach at seeing your so utterly weak and vulnerable.  

He spent the remainder of the time with you on your break as he consoled and shushed you as he promised that he’d stay until you got off and when you did, he’d take you home.  You were quick to agree.  

That afternoon you rushed to Changkyun’s side and were discreet to point out the man who was hanging outside the library entrance with his nose in his phone.  According to you, that was the perpetrator and source of your fear.  You clung to Changkyun as he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders and held you to his chest, walking out with you. 

When he dropped you off and kissed the top of your head as he sent you inside, the gentle eyes he had been gazing at you with disappeared as you shut the door and he heard it harshly lock.  

Turning around and stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, he waltzed back towards his car, but never got into it.  His dark shirt allowed him to dip below the hood of his car as he started walking around in the shadows the street lights created.  He stood behind a post as he watched the figure move from the side of the building to the front porch where he crouched below the windows.  

You had pulled the curtains and shut the blinds just as he had reminded you to as he was quick to walk up behind the stalker and hook his arm under the man’s chin.  The gasp that was pulled from the man was cut off as Changkyun’s arm tightened around his neck and he started to quickly drag the man backward and away from your doorstep. 

The blond shoved the man into the backseat of his car, slamming the door as he quickly rushed to get into the driver's seat.  Not bothering with his seatbelt, he started the car with tangible rage and started off.  

“What the fuck, man!” The man from his backseat scowled as Changkyun only reached into his center console and pulled out a small, black handheld device, pressing the button on the side of it as it zapped.  A stungun.  The man in the back hissed as he instinctively shut up. 

Changkyun’s aggressive driving made the man in the backseat fall back and forth along the seats before he finally gripped the passenger chair to steady himself.  Changkyun drove and drove until he was well outside of city limits before he stopped and parked his car. He peered up into the rear-view mirror, seeing the man behind him look around anxiously.  

“Get out,” the blond ordered as he stepped out of his car.  The man didn’t move, too shocked to process his words and was then yanked out by his shirt clad shoulder when he didn’t listen quick enough for Changkyun’s liking. The club worker threw the man on the ground as he rolled to his back just quick enough for Changkyun to stand over him.  His feet on either side of his hips, a glimmer in his eyes that was menacing to witness- even in the darkness of night. 

The man on the ground shuddered as he weakly tried to crawl backward on his elbows.  His heels kicked and dug into the ground, threatening to pull his shoe off, as he tried to get away from the look in the blond’s eyes.  

Changkyun’s foot came to the center of the man’s chest as he stomped, pushing him flat onto the ground.  He knelt, coming closer to him as he gripped the collar of his shirt.  Changkyun eyed him around- he certainly wasn’t a looker that's for damn sure.  

“You really thought you had a chance?” He asked lowly, almost in a growl.  “I’ll offer you a bit of last moment advice for perhaps your next life,” he got closer to the man’s ear, before telling him something.  “Stay away from things that don’t belong to you,” he seethed.  

Over the course of the next few days, Changkyun was delighted to see you smiling again when you told him that the man who had been stalking you seemed to finally leave you alone. 

He made sure that a week later when he saw missing person posters out in the streets, your eyes stayed off of them.

-x-x-x-

After a month of dates, library visits, phone calls and good morning and good night texts, Changkyun was finally- finally- able to call you his girlfriend. He was currently out with you at some cafe where you wanted to stop and get something to drink and he decided to walk in and sit down with you for a while. 

You were on your phone, tapping away before placing it down and repeating.  You were obviously talking with someone on the other end of your text thread, which already ground his gears, but the twisted brow on your face made him more curious than not. Someone was upsetting you and he already knew how to deal with someone who upset you. 

“Hey,” he called, gaining your attention. You looked at him, placing your phone back down.  “Who’re you talking to, Sweetness?” 

“Oh, just to Halie,” you told him. The name of your ‘best friend’ making his skin itch.  That fake fraud of a friend couldn’t even leave you alone while you were out with him? The audacity of the woman made him jittery. His knee began to bounce as he pressed further. 

“Are you two fighting? You look annoyed.” 

You sighed, solidifying that she was indeed bothering you. “She’s mad that I’m out on a date,” you grumbled.  Changkyun cocked his head. 

“Excuse me?” His resentment slipped out just a small fraction as he wanted to know immediately what this witch was putting into your precious little head.  “She’s mad at you for what?” 

You groaned again, placing your elbow on the table and your chin in your palm, you huffed.  “I think she’s just upset that I have a boyfriend before she does since she knows more people.” The tone in your voice made your annoyance apparent to Changkyun who had spent the last month of his life learning every little quirk in your day to day life- including your vocal tone. “She’s got a whole list of friends and while I have just enough to count on one hand, she's mad about my relationship.” 

Changkyun watched you toil the situation around in your head, trying to justify her words and actions, but he couldn’t let you do that.  This was a prime opportunity.  The perfect time to finally get that wench out of the picture and away from you. 

He reached across the table where he sat in front of you, careful not to knock into your drink. 

“Darling,” he cooed, gaining your teary, stress filled eyes, “maybe you shouldn’t be talking to her.” He watched your brow quirk and turn inwards at his suggestion.  He readjusted his grip on your hand, holding it tightly. “If she’s so angry about something like us, then maybe you should go on a little break at least.” 

“But-”

“I know she’s your friend,” he fought back before you could try and save Halie’s snake skin, “but every time you talk about her with me, it’s all things that stress you out or things she’s done that make you uncomfortable.”  He vividly remembers the club night of her birthday.  “Pressuring you into clubbing, then not paying attention to you at all even though you weren’t enjoying yourself.  Never talking to you unless she needs something or someone to bother.  Now, she’s angry because you’re happy with me? She’s just using you, Sweetheart.” 

“I know she seems bad, but-” 

“Y/n,” he breathed in a small, soft scolding tone.  “You can’t keep defending her and giving her what she wants. She has to learn, one way or the other.”  He watched your lips turn into a pout as he ran his thumb over your knuckles and brought your hand up to kiss the back of it.  “I just want the best for you, you know that.” 

He bit back a victorious smirk when you told him that you’d take his suggestion and advice to heart and think about it.  A little more nudging and you’d drop Halie like a hat. He just had to wait until she brought something else up again that put a target on her back.  

It didn’t take but three days for that to occur.  

You were home, off on a Sunday, just sitting in your home, on the phone with Changkyun while he just woke up from resting since he had work at Fantasia Dyed that evening.  He had some private show booked up so he couldn’t afford to flake out either.  He needed the cash for his personal project he always teased, and this coming party was sure to deliver.  

You both were chatting happily until you were cut shut but someone pounding on your door.  You told Changkyun to hold on a moment as you set your phone down on the arm of your couch and went to the door.  Changkyun on the other hand went and immediately opened the camera footage of your front door he had from that camera in your bush.  

He growled and jumped out of bed when he saw the back of Halie in the frame.  Her arms were crossed and her leg was bouncing as she slouched.  When you opened the door, her crossed arms flared out and she was clearly shouting at you from the hiking of her shoulders and the fact that he could hear her obnoxious voice through the call line. 

He jumped out of bed.  Nothing but sweats on as he threw on a jacket, leaving his chest naked before he was out of his penthouse, racing down the stairs and in his car on the way to your home.  He kept the call live- as much as he didn’t want to hear her voice- so he could hear the venom she spat at you as he worked her way inside. Stomping around and screaming like the bitch she was.  

When he showed up to your home and jumped out of the car, he finally hung the call up as he stormed inside, knowing the door was unlocked from Halie’s tempertatrum.  When he came in, he saw you against the wall with your ‘best friend’ not a foot away from you still screaming at you like you were deaf. 

He worked his way over before he was grabbing Halie’s shoulder, shoving her away and placing himself in front of you, walking back into your space until he felt your hands push on his shoulders.  He glared at the party animal blonde in front of him.  

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He seethed as she seemed taken aback by his language towards her- a lady. 

“Excuse me?” She spat. 

“I suggest you leave, or else I’ll make you leave.”

“You can’t make me do anything. This isn’t your home either. I’m just talking to, Y/n.” Changkyun stepped away from you, turning the woman around by her shoulders and started pushing her.  

“Yeah? And you’re done now. Get out.” He told her, shoving her out the doorway once he worked her through the front room.  Before she could fight back, he got close to her ear and told her one more thing before shutting the door in her face and locking.  “Stay away, or I’ll make you.” The look in his eyes, the crazed dangerous gleam, made his threat very, very real. 

When he turned back around, he saw you on the ground, curled up as you cried.  He rushed to your side, rubbing your back and trying to get you to lift your head to look at him.  He cooed when he saw your swollen eyes and fat tears rolling down your cheeks.  

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here,” he shushed as you just wordlessly nodded with choked hiccups and sputters.  You were seriously an ugly crier, but what could you do? Your best friend broke your heart.  

Changkyun shifted to hold you to his bare, jacket clad chest as you cried and he shushed you.  

“Don’t worry. You don’t need anyone else. I’ll always be here.” He promised.  

-x-x-x-

All it took was one more month, and everything was finally falling into place for Changkyun. Halie had officially left your side, with one or two more scraps between him and her before she finally called it quits.  And with the queen bee of your circle gone, the rest quickly fell apart and you were left with no one but Changkyun- as you should be.  

He was in his extra bedroom, setting up his project more when his phone rang. He jumped to it, knowing it was you calling after you got done with your shift at the library. He had told you to call him when you had the chance, since he wanted you to come somewhere tonight. 

“Hello, darling,” he purred into the phone, hearing you slightly chuckle on the other line.  “Did work go well? No annoyances?” He asked and he knew that you’d tell him about the computers or the receipt machine or the squeaky wheel on the return cart; but you never knew that he really meant to know if you were being bothered by any other man again.  “Well, if your evening is cleared up, why not swing on by Fantasia tonight?” 

He heard you pause on the other side of the phone call as he was walking out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him. It was almost perfect.  

“I’m not sure,” you drawled.  

“I’m working the floor tonight, bar-tending for staff out sick. You can sit at the bar with me.” Your hesitation was loud and clear for him as he continued.  “I’d really appreciate the company, but if you’d rather not-” he quickly heard you try and reconcile and save the conversation but agreeing to his proposal.  You were a sucker for guilt trips. “Really?” He asked in faux concern as he grinned, throwing himself back across the length of his couch. 

“Yeah. I’ll come, just promise that you’ll stay at the bar.” 

“I’ll do my best. If I have to leave, just hide in the bathroom until I’m back,” ‘so that you won’t be in contact with anyone other than me’, he added silently in his head. You agreed and he said a quick goodbye before he hung up the call.  He sat up and peered down his hall, picturing the door of his extra room.  Soon, you’d be with him always. 

It was an hour after his shift started and he had just served yet another waiting patron when he felt his phone buzz in the back pocket of his pants.  He wore a mesh shirt at the bar that showed off his torso. His tattoo in the middle of his back was on display when he turned around. His eyebrow piercing was a black ring this evening and he wore silver hoops in his earlobes. His knee high, buckle punk boots lifting him three inches higher into the air. 

‘I’m here, where do I go?’ Your text read with a nervous emoji beside it.  He told you the location of the mini side stage bar and soon your head popped out from among the mass of alcohol driver party goers.  As you got to the bar and slid into a stool in front of him, he leaned on the counter and whistled at you. 

“Well, look who dressed up for me tonight?” He asked, a purr in his voice as your cheeks flushed.  He recognized this get up, it was a piece he picked out for you one night. It wasn’t something he thought you’d ever wear out, since you were rather reserved, but he thought you deserved it anyway. 

It wasn’t anything fancy, but even a simple, black cocktail dress with lace running up the sides of it and looping around your neck and back looked good when placed on someone as breathtaking as yourself to Changkyun’s eyes. He could faintly hear you clicking your heels together underneath you as they were hooked on the metal foot ring of the stool. The bracelet and earrings were a nice touch. 

“I thought it was appropriate since you bought it for me,” you muttered, unable to look at him in the eyes.  He chuckled since it wasn’t hard to guess why. His entire chest was on display to see with only lines of fabric separating his entire torso from being nude.  He halfway wished he had gotten his nipples pierced when he was on the fence about it months ago just to see how you’d react to that.

He stood back up and turned his back and he could feel your eyes scan the tattoo that rested between his shoulders. Large and taking up a good portion of real estate on his skin. He smirked as he felt you stare, a shiver wracking up his spine just as it always did with you.  When he turned around, he offered you a glass of water he had so neatly prepared for you. 

“I know you don’t drink, sweetheart,” he told you as you graciously thanked him for the drink.  Throughout the course of his shift, he was tending to people left and right.  His charisma between patrons and ways of addressing person to person just by acknowledging how they seemed to looked amazed you.  

You could never hope to be the people person he is. He was bold enough to get on stage, strip and get behind closed doors for his way of life.  He was fearless in your eyes and you admired him for it.  He had told you that he would stop sleeping around for money since he was in a relationship with you now, but you just told him it was alright.  

You trusted him, and although the idea of him sleeping around did grind under your skin like ice and salt, you knew that was his job. He worked in this industry- the sex industry- so that was the end of it.  He had started to dwindle down in client numbers though, never wanting to have the sex he was getting paid for last too long. 

The clock struck midnight and Changkyun turned back to you the moment he had an opening to.  He leaned over the counter and towards you again, just so he could talk to you clearly over the loud bass and whistling from the stage work. 

“What do you say I make a drink for you?” He offered. You looked at your half empty glass of water he had refilled at least three times now.  “Just one, I promise. It’ll be on me too. I just want my girlfriend to taste some of my work since I don’t get to work the bar often.” 

“Well, when you say it like that,” you whined as he just chuckled and stood up, turning his back and started mixing.  It was three minutes later when he was sliding a cocktail glass gently towards you. Inside sat a liquid of pink that resembled the color of pink lemonade, but you knew whatever was inside that wasn’t lemonade. “Voilà,” he told you. “That’s something new I’m trying out. You get to be the first to try it.” 

His smile looked innocent enough to your eyes and as you started taking sips of it with a smile and a nod; however, you missed a sinister glint in his eyes.  You complimented him on it and found yourself sipping on the drink, making it last until well after one since you didn’t want to have him make another. It was half after when Changkyun noticed you starting to sway in your stool seat. 

He placed the towel he had in his hands on the bar before he rounded the bar to your side.  

“Darling, come with me. You look like you’re about to pass out,” he chuckled. You couldn’t get your mouth to move or your voice to work as your mind was just as fuzzy as your eyesight.  Were you really that much of a light weight? He took you back into one of his private rooms before he placed you on the bed. He sat beside you, brushing your hair from your face and running his fingers around your face, skin and shoulders down your arm.  “Sleep. I'll come get you later,” he told you softly- the totally opposite tone of the smirk on his face. 

You were in and out of it for the duration of Changkyun picking you up from the bed you vaguely remember placing you on.  He picked you up and took you out of the room. The bass of the club had stopped and you only heard him speaking briefly with coworkers before he loaded you into his car. 

It felt like he was taking you home as he removed you from the car again and heard the jingles of keys before a door was opened.  You only remembered being placed in a bed before you felt him kiss your forehead and you were out for good. 

You groaned as you were finally waking up. Your head hurt and you felt like your throat had sandpaper in it.  You coughed lightly as you reached your hand up to rub your throat, but something was around your neck. 

Feeling around, it felt like a collar or something. It was thick and leather, a small loop in the front of it. You also thought you felt tags near the loop that jangled.  Groaning and moving among the mattress you realized that it was pitch black in the room.  You were sure your eyes were open, but you couldn’t see a thing.  

Sitting up, you felt around your body.  Your cocktail dress wasn’t on you instead it felt like a nightgown was. Did you own nightgowns? IT feel off your shoulders to wrap around your chest and biceps with frills as it bunched around your thighs on the mattress. 

Your head pounded as you rubbed your eyes.  You moved to try and crawl from the bed when you felt something tug on your ankle. Feeling around, whatever was on your ankle was thick, cold and hard.  At first you thought it was some anklet, but then you felt something protrude from the cold metal. 

Pulling and tracing your fingers around it, you started to panic.  It felt like a chain. 

You got off the bed you were convinced wasn’t yours as you walked around like some cheap, budget-movie zombie in the dark room.  You found a dresser first. Feeling around, you felt the knobs of the four drawers and on top it had what felt like boxes. Reaching further, you found the dresser had a mirror attached to the back of it.  

Moving around in the opposite direction, you reached a closet door. Pull it open, you feel all sorts of soft fabric. Silks, satin, fur, cotton, linen- you felt all sorts of clothing. 

You looked around the dark room in panic before you trusted your voice.  

“Changkyun,” you called softly. You were going to call him again, but stopped short as you stepped on the cold chain that was around your foot. You screamed as you fell backward and before long, you heard someone padding up to the room and the door swung open. 

You scrambled back, covering your face with your arms as you soon felt the foot of the bed push against your back, keeping you from going back any further.  

“Sweetness, are you awake already?” Your arms that were up slowly lowered as you looked to the open doorway.  It was so bright outside of the dark room, you had to squint from the stark contrast.  Whoever was in the doorway sounded just like Changkyun, but- it couldn’t be. He walked closer to you. “Darling, can you talk?” His hand came to your throat, touching it with the pad of his fingers above the collar around your neck. “Are you thirsty? It has been half a day.” 

You were speechless as Changkyun stood up from in front of you before he walked out of the room. You moved to your knees and looked around. The dresser and closet you found were indeed what you thought.  

The bed was a canopy bed. A white frame with pink fabric hanging from it. The covers were red and white with a plethora of pillows at the head of the mattress.  There was a rack of four wood dowels by the bedroom door, and three of them a different kind of leash, and the fourth had a pair of handcuffs. 

The one window in the room was covered with black out curtains- you couldn’t tell if it was daytime or not outside right now.

Looking down now that you had the light from outside the room, you indeed did have a shackled ankle. You began to pull at it, the cold metal yanking around your skin- pinching and shafting it painfully. You hissed as your yanking was stopped by Changkyun shouting. 

“Don’t pull on that!” He cried, dropping to your side to pull your hands from your shackle. “I need to put felt and fur on it before you can move around in it safely. It’ll ruin your skin, but bear with it for now.” 

“Changkyun, what?” You squeaked.  He smiled, but it was twisted in some sort of menacing light. Maybe it was the light from behind him into the dark room that made him look sinister.  You felt yourself begin to tremble. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he told you, patting your head and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Changkyun will take care of everything. I told you to remember?” He caressed your hair, tracing his finger down your face and under your chin. He then moved to hook his finger through the hoop in your collar.  “I told you, you don’t need anyone else. I’m all that you need. You are the princess, and this is your tower.” He flicked at the tags on your collar, one labeled ‘Princess’ and the other engraved with his initials. 

He then reached to his side to the discarded glass of water he went to get for you earlier for your throat.  He gently gripped around your neck and used the back of his hand to tilt your chin up. 

The mixing of emotions in your eyes made him shiver and when you blinked out a small tear he gently moved to place his lips over it. The salty taste made him groan as he leaned back and kissed your nose to see your eyes glossy. He smiled at you as he brought the glass to your lips. 

“Drink up, Princess.” 

a/n: i’ve never ever written a yandere fic before in my life, and as my first try- i rly dont think i did all that bad LOL. Let me know what you think bc it’s very rare I post Monsta X fic content and I need to know if you guys are still into it ;n; (especially with Wonho’s debut days away and a fic for him in progress LOL) 

[seunqs]

[ a long get to know me tag ]

tagged by: losers @woosohn @yeonjuins

what day is your birthday?

27th june! it’ll be on a monday next year

what’s your favourite colour?

blue! a rather specific shade of light sky blue but i also like dark blue! might be misleading because everyone would think beige/black since that’s the aesthetic i like + almost everything i own is black...

what’s your lucky number?

i don’t have one i think but i tend to say 7 if i’m asked?

do you have any pets?

sadly no >:( will get one in the future idc idc

how tall are you?

158cm tiny i wna be abit taller

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

off my head i think 3 pairs...? just 2 black and 1 white that i rotate depending on the outfit i’m wearing

favorite song?

asdjekw i don’t think i have one specific one but recently i’ve been listening to maniac by nct doyoung & haechan!

other honourable mentions: a book of love by ha hyunsang, wide eyed blind by saint raymond, irreplaceable by nct dream, lmly by jackson wang. that’s all i have off my head

favorite movie?

surprisingly i’m not big on movies... but i’ll always answer parent trap when someone asks! why do i sound like i always have prepared answers in my head for various questions... okay that’s bc i do.

what would be your ideal partner?

@june look away i already know you’re gna say this sounds a lot like someone..

shy... is the main characteristics lmao idky it’s not even like i’m outgoing but i tend to find myself liking shy-er boys over the outgoing ones! aaa those with very obvious leadership qualities and quietly cares and looks out for those around them :’) tsundere! i think shy may appear cold sometimes but i’m rly :’) when the shy ones become very affectionate in private or when you get to know them better :’) or shy with strangers but very goofy and silly with their closer social circle heh those that are more cat-like than dog-like, only approaches you when they’re comfy. okay also shy but willing to speak up when necessary! doesn’t let themselves get bullied for being quiet and also pls speak up for me i hate ordering food pls do it for me HAHAHHA also if they’re passionate about something they like/are good at! good listeners too heh doesn’t need to always have the best advice, just if they would sit with me silently and listen to me and give me a hug afterwards :’’’’’) i think i’m on the touchier side too so if they don’t dislike that it’ll be nice! OH someone who’s good at cooking too bc i hate cooking and the kitchen in general.. i’ll do the dishes though HAHAHAH ok that is all there is a certain idol in my head that is the embodiment of my ideal type and i hate him >:(

do you want children?

no... not so much bc i don’t find them cute or i can’t handle them but i think it’s a commitment that scares me! bringing up the child well with the right character and values ajksdbwkje i don’t know if i’m up to that HAHAHAH

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nope @woosohn @yeonjuins pls be proud of my direct no why are the two of you......... 

bath or shower?

shower! i don’t know if i’ve actually taken a bath before... probably when i was younger HAHAH i think i’ll get bored in the bath and i much rather be relaxing in bed than in the tub

what color socks are you wearing?

barefoot at the moment! the socks i own are mostly solid colour socks / simple cartoon or animal patterns but all ankle socks that can’t be seen with my shoes

favorite type of music?

i listen to pop, r&b and indie! that’s about all and favourite depends on the mood!

how many pillows do you sleep with?

just 1! and a bolster too

what position do you sleep in?

either on my back with hand over my head lmao or turned to either sides while hugging my bolster and face buried into the bolster

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping?

when it’s too hot! canNOT sleep if the weather is too hot. also if i get woken up rudely, by screaming or someone smacking me awake LMAO just tell me nicely to get up and i’ll be out of bed in 10mins pls give me awhile my brain is turning on HAHAHA

what do you have for breakfast?

recently i haven’t woken up early enough for bfast or my family is just about to go out to buy lunch by the time i’m up hahaha but on the days that i’m alive for bfast, iced coffee and any pastry sitting in the fridge! my family is big on pastries like croissants and cakes like banana and carrot cakes! so one of those but the iced coffee is a constant in my first meal of the day

have you ever tried archery?

nope and idt i’ll be good at it tbh....

favorite fruit?

strawberries, apples, peaches! there are some seasonal favs where i rly like them for a period of time and then suddenly not anymore but these 3 are the constants

favorite swear word?

hahahaha i dont think i have a favourite one..... but i say tf a lot and mf for kpop boys who make me more flustered than they should

do you have any scars?

i don’t think so! i have a few stretch marks around my waist and tummy tho 

are you a good liar?

yes... HAHAH i used to get scolded so much for lying as a kid lmfao

what’s your personality type?

isfj-t has probably only dipped to isfp-t once but if not constant isfj!

what’s your favorite type of girl?

HAHAHAH uh.... okay with all kinds i think? except people in general who try too hard

innie or outie?

innie. was this question necessary tho AHHAHAHA

left or right-handed?

right-handed

favorite food?

ramen! but i like lots of food lmfao tiramisu, pork belly, lots of noodles, also lots of rice, beef, cakes, ice cream, i think i’m more salty > sweet!

favorite foreign food?

japanese ramen, korean cuisine!, lasagne

are you clean or messy?

clean

most used phrase?

i think alot of keyboard smashes, lmao, wtf, HAHAHAHHAHA, sigh, i’m tired LOL

how long does it take for you to get ready?

depends! fastest i think i can get out of the house 20mins after i’ve woken up. longest probably an hour where outfit is taking a while and accessories needs to be chosen

do you talk to yourself?

in my head yes.

do you sing to yourself?

not often but i sing out loud for the family to hear LOL in my head very often a song is playing up there

are you a good singer?

nop. i don’t think i’m a BAD singer but wouldn’t classify as good either HAHHAHA

biggest fear?

wow so many things but i think biggest is complete darkness, i need to see and know what is going on around me. i sleep with a night light on heh 

are you a gossip?

with closer friends yes def HAHAH my school culture tends to have lots of tea that my friends and i don’t like to get too involved in but we do talk about the gossips that goes around hahaha have also been in the center of gossip way too often

do you like long or short hair?

long! can’t imagine myself with short hair.. used to have reallllyyy long hair that goes beyond my waist and cried when i cut it to slightly below shoulder length. that’s the shortest i’ll ever go

favourite school subject?

wow nothing i don’t like school lmfao but humanities and language are way more bearable than math and sciences

extrovert or introvert?

introverted

what makes you nervous?

unpredictable situations, being alone in public (contradictory because in private i would strongly prefer to be alone but i don’t enjoy being alone in public i feel judged HAHAHA), also currently waiting on a reply for something and that’s been keeping me anxious the past 2 days :’)

who was your first real crush?

when i was 13/14, tablemate in school that was kinda shy and had very limited social circle but talked to me endlessly in class lmfao he apparently liked me too but we never dated and went to different schools at 16 y/o. we’re still kinda in touch though! we talked quite a fair bit last month just catching up but he’s more of an acquaintance now

how many piercings do you have?

2! just one normal lobe piercing on either ears, don’t think i’ll get anymore

how fast can you run?

back in school i used to be one of the fastest girls in my class LMFAO i could clock 12.5 minutes for a 2.4km run. stamina came from dancing since i had to run laps before dance class 2 times a week. but that is long in the past and now i get tired from climbing more than 4 flights of stairs pls spare me

what color is your hair?

naturally black but dyed brown! my hair has grown quite abit since i dyed it though now its black at the top and brown from above my ears onwards

what color are your eyes?

a very dark brown lmfao almost black

what makes you angry?

irresponsible people. just pushing responsibility to others or avoiding their responsibilities. don’t need you to do a good job with your responsibilities, just don’t make your issues my issues. and if its a shared responsibility like group projects, then do your part to contribute and don’t expect others to cover you

selfish people, in many ways. just being self-centred, not caring about how others feel, doing things for personal gain at the expense of others

speaking in a passive-aggressive/sarcastic manner. i say this even though i’m afraid of confrontation but i much rather someone outright tells me they’re unhappy about something or wants to get a point across. i hate when they talk about it sarcastically or tries to sugar-coat their words to make themselves look less aggressive about their words. tell me straight as it is, if you’re already gonna talk about something bad don’t piss me off with your attitude at the same time

do you like your own name?

rae is nice! has a very nice ring to it and looks pretty!

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?

i don’t.. want one.. but both have their good and bad i can’t decide.. i want a puppy

what are your strengths?

is this an interview question i have had a few interviews over the past weeks i am well-prepared for this HAHAHA

i think i’m pretty resilient! i bounce back from bad times pretty quickly or i psycho myself to see the situation positively. but it is ofc coupled with a lot of complaining to the people around me first

although i hate unpredictable situations and having to quickly adapt to new settings, i think i adapt pretty quickly too. flexible? easy-going? idk what’s the right way to call it but yeah something along those lines. good at it but i still enjoy my stability and calm don’t want to have to quickly adapt to new situations.

what are your weaknesses?

very emotional HAHAH used to be much worse but i often let my emotions rule my head. i think i’ve improved A LOT though i used to be so bad but i think i’m now able to make rational decisions even if im bawling LMFAO

this sounds like a compliment but i’ve been told this too often as well. i tend to be way too nice to people who don’t deserve it. even if the person doesn’t deserve it or they’ve pushed all my buttons in the wrong way possible, i would still try to be as nice and polite as i can. really helps with me working in the f&b industry lmfao.

what’s the colour of your bedspread?

dark blue / grey! 

colour(s) of your room?

white & wood (throughout my house actually + green from the plants in the living room) @yeonjuins says i live in a muji showroom

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THE BASICS

Name   skia

Gender female

Age 23

Screen Name skiasurveys

Birthday dec 5

Race  white

School/Grade n/a

Job rather not say

Status taken

Hometown RD

Current Town n/a

Parents Still Together? they would be if my dad didnt die.

Siblings one younger sister

Pets  2 cats <3 

Smoker no

Drinker  socially

Virgin no

Orientation  straight

APPEARANCE

Hair Color brown

Is It Dyed? no

Eye Color dark brown

Height 5 feet

Style i dont know what to describe my style...

Glasses/Contacts/None? none

Freckles none

Body Type  average? pear shape

Shoe Size 6 us female

Piercings  none

Want More? n/a

Tattoos? none

Want More? n/a

Braces? i had when i was 14

Overall Best Feature: my eyes idk

Overall Worst Feature: hair or stomach hahaha

Do you get most of your traits from mom or dad? both tbh

LIKES/DISLIKES

Favorite Color green

Worst Color orange

Favorite Number 28

Favorite Animal wolf

Least Favorite Animal monkey

Favorite Flower roses

Favorite Food meat balls n rice

Worst Food tofu

Favorite Junk Food candy or chips

Worst Junk Food idk haha

Favorite Restaraunt earls

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor mint

Favorite Candy starbursts

Favorite Alcoholic Drink blue hawaii or just straight rum

Favorite NON Alcoholic Drink pepsi

Worst Alcoholic Drink gin

Worst NON Alcoholic Drink mountain dew

Favorite Genre of Music classic rock

Worst Genre country or rap

Favorite Band/Artist queen

Worst Band/Artist justin bieber

Favorite Song somebody to love

Worst Song idk

Favorite Radio Station don’t listen to the radio much

Favorite Book the art of racing in the rain

Worst Book twilight

Favorite Type of Movie animation lol

Worst Type of Movie war or money type

Favorite Movie the lion king 1994

Worst Movie Ever twilight lol

Favorite TV Show this is us

Wost TV Show idk

Favorite Season of the Year fall

Worst Season winter

Best Friend jennifer

Worst Enemy maybe kim or alan

Favorite Day of the Week doesn’t matter to me currently

Least Favorite Day of the Week ^

Favorite Sport volleyball

Sport You Hate football

One thing you cant get enough of internet lmaoooo

One thing you hate more than anything idk

LOVE LIFE

Are You Single? no

If not, who is your bf/gf? connor

How Long Have You Been Together? 4 years and 1 month lol

Do You Have a Crush On Anyone Right Now? currently my bf i guess haha

First Kiss brandon

Ever Kiss in the Rain? no

In a Movie Theater? yeah

Underwater? no haha

First Love idk i wanna say connor

Have you ever Cheated on Anyone? no

Been Cheated on? i think so

Used Someone? not intentionally

Been used? yeah

Lied to your bf/gf? white lies

Ever Made out With Just a Friend? no

Do you Flirt a Lot? with my bf

Longest Relationship the one i am in rn 4 years

Shortest 1 month lol

Have you Ever Gotten a Poem? no

Ever Get Flowers? yeah

Do you Believe in Love at First Sight? no i don’t think you can fall in love that quick

Do you Believe in "The One"? yeah

Do you Fall in Love Fast? not rly but once i do i fall hard

Ever cried over someone of the opposite sex? of course

Ever Been Dumped? yeah

Ever dumped someone? yes twice

Ever been rejected? yeah but never where i asked someone out then they said no usually just like we didn’t work out lol

Ever dated someone more than once? yes

Do you ever make the first move? sometimes

Double dates or single? single

Do you want to get married? i guess

Hair Color brown

Short or long? short only a few dudes can pull off long

Eye color? brown

Style good lmao i don’t care but should be good and nice haha

Age my age or a bit older but not too much

Height tall lol

Weight doesn’t rly matter

Muscular or skinny? muscular

Boxers or Breifs? i don’t care

Do you care about looks? yes but it’s not super important

OTHER QUESTIONS

Can you drive? yes

Do you have a car? yup

Do you have a cell phone? yes iphone 8

Are you online a lot? yuppppp

Can you speak another language? nah

Do you do well in school? i try my best

Do you collect anything? no

Have an obsession? always hahaha it changes

Do you hate yourself? yeah oops

Ever smile for no reason? sure

Talk to yourself? yup

Do you have any regrets? yeah i do..

Believe in magick? nah

Do you support gay marriage? of course

Sex before marriage? yeah do what you want

Do you trust people easily? hmmm no

Forgive easily? no

Do you have a secret no one knows? yeah

Do you get along with your parents? yeah

What about other people? usually

How do you vent your anger? i make art

Do you like George Bush? no

Goal Before you die? travel to iceland

Biggest Fear suffocation

Biggest Weakness it depends maybe that’s i am too kind

Do you play an instrument? no

What do you want to be when you grow up? idk

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Are you...

A daydreamer? yes

Shy? yup

Talkative? sometimes... hehe

Energetic? no

Happy? no

Depressed? yeah

Funny? i’ve been told i am

Boring? yesh

Mean? no

Nice? yes

Caring? too much

Trustworthy? i guess

Confident? not rly

Friendly? yes

Smart? nahhhh

Sarcastic? yup

Dependable? yes

Quiet? i can

Weird? yeah ahha

Adaptable? no

Strong (emotionally)? i think

Strong (physically)? nah

Mature? ye

Logical? yes

Religious? kinda

Modest? yes

Indesicive? yup lol

Sympathetic? very

Polite? always

Creative? i think ya

Fun to be around? i hope lmaoo

Loveable? idk

Easily Amused? sure

Outgoing? kinda

Daring? nooo

Clumsy? YEP

Nosy? yep

Lazy? i can be

Scary? i don’t think so lol

Optimistic? nooo

Persuasive? yes

A good listener? yes

Curious? yes

Determined? yes

Artistic? yup

Honest? yup

Respectful? yup

Concieted? no

Cocky? no

Controlling? not rly

Playful? yes

Easygoing? yes

Carefree? no

Hot Headed? no

Serious? i can be

Thoughtful? yes

Considerate? yup

Stubborn? nah

Romantic? yes

Ambitious? meh

Jealous? yeah unfortunately

Insecure? yes

Obsessive? yghhh no

Attentive? yes

Helpful? i try

Punctual? Always on time

Rational? sometimes lol

Sincere? yes

Tolerant? yes

GOODBYE

Did you enjoy this survey? yes

Was it too long? nah

Do you think it contained just about everything? yes

[kannra21]

Hey Kannra, I was wondering how Misao and Cortney fight together and if you have any ideas for team attacks.

There's actually a wide range of possibilities bc when Misao takes over someone's body he can control their Quirk as well so it turns out it's a combo of Cortney's and someone else's Quirk. This big variation is quite fun and it helps Cortney develop her own fighting skills and learn how to adapt to new ones.

Unfortunately, no one likes to be a puppet and used for someone else's benefit. When the person gains control they'll probably be angry with him and avoid him. If the mission was accomplished the person will feel glad, but it's rly humiliating when someone knows how to use your Quirk better than yourself. If it's the enemy we're talking about then it doesn't matter, but it would be kinda scary to do combo's with villains, it's quite alarming to be this close even though they're harmless in this state.

Making a villain your ally is disturbing and no one knows how Misao is coping with it. There's a sense of connection through sharing a Quirk but Misao sees it only as that. There's no deeper meaning or closure of taking over someone else's body or their Quirk. They're not sharing thoughts, intentions or whatsoever, even though it would be easier for him to use their Quirk.

Every move he makes he learned from his opponents by observing them. He's a fast learner and his memory is quite remarkable.

He gives his best not to harm people with his threads since they can be v sharp. If there's no person nearby Misao and Cortney can create their own combo's without him possessing her *dear God he can't do that she's going to kill him 😂*.

1) Misao tangles the threads around the enemy, pulls them towards Cortney and Cortney beats them.

2) Misao tangles the threads around Cortney and throws her at the enemy.

3) Misao tangles the threads around the enemy and holds them still while Cortney is beating them.

4) Cortney takes him for the strings and launches him at the enemy.

5) They tangle themselves together and spin v fast. The space between them is a thread connecting them, it's dangerous and it might harm the opponent.

6) Misao tangles Cortney in a cocoon of threads and uses her as a hammer. The strings are strong enough to protect her from harm.

7) *heh he likes this one 😂* They're both in a large cocoon of threads and roll around, squashing their opponents.

8) If the enemy is dangerous to touch Misao tangles his threads around Cortney's fist, allowing her to beat the enemy without harming herself.

9) Misao's threads can twist around and create a spring. Cortney leans on the spring and wents flying.

10) Misao tangles the threads around the enemy and makes them hanging, creating for Cortney a punching bag.

Misao knows that berserker allows Cortney to turn pain into power but he doesn't let her go too far. He doesn't want her to get hurt or turn into her other self, which btw he hates v much.

Cortney knows his Quirk is v mean to their classmates *sorry everyone 😅*, but like previously stated, it helps her to grow and adapt.

When Misao goes into the battle without body, he's harmless. He needs to catch a person and in order to do that, someone needs to protect him. Cortney can watch out and beat the enemies until he manages to find someone.

[cheswirls]

tether notes 2/3

pt. 3

i mentioned this in the last part, but i used muroran as basis for veilstone, not abashiri. actually, if you want my opinion, i think shari, hokkaido, is a better depiction of veilstone than abashiri. mostly, i used muroran bc i could find pictures there that were more than just boat-icebreaker-drift ice-boat. abashiri is cold. and full of drift ice. if you need context, it’s level with toronto, canada. a pretty cold place to live. muroran is further south, and it’s also a port city, so i jus used that.

shari looks nicer, but it’s more into the hook of hokkaido (that piece on sinnoh map that jutts out right below battle zone) and not nestled into the mountains, so. mostly it was out.

makino’s cafe/bar is based on the diner in veilstone. so, walk in, counter bar to your left, tables to your right, possibly a happiny underfoot carrying trays of food. 

but, compared to the more rustic and colored veilstone, i wanted to depict more of hokkaido city here. so, more rundown, rusted due to sea breeze, older things without much repair. passable, sure, for daily life. but new and extravagant? no. far from.

if makino is so close with luffy, how come she doesn’t know sabo?

simple. she’s not close with luffy. makino has a fulltime job running a diner in veilstone, sinnoh. luffy grew up on the sevii islands, kanto. when he was in sinnoh, he was training with shanks. yeah, sure, they would come by for food, and makino is good friends with shanks, so of course she and luffy have a relationship. but, also at this point where shanks began to bring luffy around, instead of teaching him out in nowhere, sevii islands, they began to keep things secret. luffy was here “just visiting” to anyone who asks, but they wouldn’t seen him much around, not in the isolation shanks trained him in. also also at this point, because i derailed that sentence completely, ace and sabo were already out traveling. it just never came up. makino is friendly with luffy, she knows luffy, but she doesn’t know him, not really.

pokemon hunters is another anime concept i wanted to use, again to make the story more gritty. no evil teams here with world-domination plots, just poachers. pretty standard. still awful, especially if they’re poaching people, now, but nothing as wide-scale as team galactic.

i had so much fun writing ship captain jinbe. i wished i got more of a chance to write his crew, too. at this point i think i had just caught up reading blackbird by milo, and i was hooked on the idea of biker fishman gang and leader jinbe, so i adapted it into ship crew here. praline is there, yes. she’s badass. i said so, you heard it here. 

i talked a lot with my big bang partner, and we eventually decided jinbe’s a mix of hoenn and sinnoh descent. so, darker skin, almost polynesian, from hoenn’s more pacific island vibe. dark, curly hair. i drew a picture once? oh, here it is. jus a little sketch. he probably actually comes from hoenn, but he does cargo runs throughout sinnoh now. [i should probably say around, since there arent rly canals thru sinnoh?]

regarding law’s map error, i really jus wanted to reference flower paradise. of course the map he got was a tourist version, so of course it’s gonna include the magical pathway connecting the sinnoh league to an island of flowers. but it doesn’t actually exist, or if it does, it’s not always there, since they sail through the space with ease. just another fun easter egg. 

the marsh scene was another i’ve known i wanted since the beginning. i had so much fun drawing the map for it. i actually based the scenes entirely off the map, so while i knew the general direction i wanted it to go in, and that they would run into sabo, the part about wandering into the rain and encountering volcarona spawned while marking the map. crazy how things work, huh?

i think i made the chase move a little too fast, so most of the time out of their 12 hr limit is spent after departing from the marsh, wandering thru route 212. don get me wrong, the marsh scene spans over the course of hours, but its still less time from leaving the ship to leaving sabo than it is to get back to the ship.

the aegislash scene is the first one i conceptualized, of the marsh scene series. introducing law’s team was strategic, especially once i revealed luffy only had four pokemon. it was always meant to be a readers gamble how many law had. at the end of part 3, it’s pretty easy to gauge how many, but still, the surprise of the sixth pokemon in pt 4 is something im still proud of c:

anyway, yes, the first sense of real danger. poachers have no qualms in using their pokemon to harm other people. they’re there for the money, which they get from capturing and caging rare pokemon. who cares if they hurt a few people along the way? who cares if they brutalize them to take a particular pokemon, a-la mr. cleffa sir? law reacts to this very quickly, in part because he’s used to it, as explained in tragic backstory number 2, right behind one-brother-dies-and-the-other-runs-away from protag #2. 

actually, i guess the first danger was the wild kadabra, but this is the one in which someone gets hurt! . . . or, worse-hurt, because law’s scratch doesn’t count. luffy’s gash in his shoulder? that’s a big injury. especially when they can’t just stop to treat it, especially when law still has blood on his face from it, especially when they have to go right back to running around the marsh.

and then sabo appears!! i lied, this was the first marsh scene. i drabble-wrote it in my series-of-drabbles-to-add-to-the-outline before i made pt 3′s outline, and then wrote it for real. the aegislash-being-badass-therefore-law-also-by-proxy was the second. one of the first sentences i ever wrote for tether was law realizing the face from luffy’s picture was right before his eyes. 

so why do the hunters ignore luffy calling for sabo while running away?

yes, why the no consequences? i realized at this point they were too far away to hear and law too out of it (its law’s pov, still) to figure what they were saying, to i had to play it off. it’s another scene where i almost wrote a few paragraphs from a different perspective [the other two were the tsuru-caesar confrontation and the mr. cleffa dude ft. sabo scene, both of which i had to expand upon by talking, instead of a flashback to show it. i rly went full soul-eater approach here, huh? explaining everything through present means. well. save for law’s backstory, but that’s about the only thing.] but decided not to in the end.

here’s how the scene plays out, full disclosure. law and luffy spot the two hunters. a third person, sabo comes into view. the hunters tell sabo the situation, that they were being chased. law recognizes sabo, luffy does too, and calls out to him, loudly. this causes the hunters to panic, and they tell sabo, there, there’s the people chasing after us. law figures sabo has some secret reason for posing as a hunter and pulls luffy again out of view, not wanting to give him away. all three hunters take off running in the opposite direction. luffy calls out for sabo again, and sabo turns to question the other two, asking which pokemon they stole that was named ‘sabo’. he has a fake name, obviously. they don’t know he’s sabo. before they can figure it out, he derails the topic. but then he slips crossed fingers behind his back at the same time, signaling silently to luffy, who stops calling out.

so, tldr, sabo’s not using his real name while with the hunters and is smart enough to cover his ass from luffy’s mistake.

i wanted law carrying luffy, on their way down the route, to the stormclouds, and i’m pretty sure the one reason i didnt go thru with it is because law’s backpack. and, y’know, luffy being caked in mud. 

okay, do. panic attack time. ptsd time. a mix of both, ig. whatever you wanna call it. originally, this scene was going to be a bit different, and happen way earlier in the story. it didnt bc of sinnoh’s lack of fire types [there are only 2 i think, 2 lines i mean, so like 5] and the fact that ace’s team featured none of them. and then i thought, oh, i’ll jus make the same thing happen w sabo, except none of sabo’s team were one of them as well.

originally, it was going to be that law/lu encounter a clan of a specific type of wild fire pokemon. i think for the longest time it was talonflame, not sure anymore. anyway, so it was gonna go that luffy recognizes ace’s former pokemon outta the bunch, and they recognize lu as well, and the two reunite and all that jazz, and meanwhile law has his attack bc the group they encounter are one of the pokemon that tormented him in alola.

and, nope, now i remember why it didnt happen. as much as i hate dof, i had to craft a team for him for plot purposes, and that ended up being a bug team to go w the whole string motif. the problem was i had this scene planned for a looooong time, and it needed to be w a fire type, one of ace’s pokemon. except there are like no fire/bug pokemon, except for volcarona, who wasn’t on ace’s already-planned team at this point. i debated for foreeeeever and finally decided to screw it, and i made it sabo’s unova pokemon. so, instead of getting a unova dragon, in the land of dragons unova, sabo gets a volcarona and ace a darmanitan. all for plot purposes. no sense here. none at all.

[not that it matters, since sabo morphs into a fire trainer anyway after ace dies]

so, after i decided it would be sabos pokemon, the point came back to how they would encounter it. no hordes of wild volcarona in sinnoh. i sadly had to scrap the idea. this is what i came up with instead: volcarona coming to luffy to deliver a letter, and scarring law in the process.

Law has a chocolate bar, because he’s ten and anxious and chocolate seemed good at the time.

-aka my favorite line of the whole entire story!!!

and then law’s backstory time. so!!! for the longest time i was torn between setting the story in sinnoh or alola. this was my big compromise. i wrote a draft-outline for law’s alola backstory before i wrote a real outline for tether as a whole. this was the first part of the story i really wrote. i was done with it before i started pt 1, because i wanted to outline before i started writing. 

the thing abt law is that his life is so much of a tragedy. oda writes it so well, to the point where you’re thinking this can’t get any worse and then it gets worse, every time. i wanted to mimic that here. i didn’t do it justice, but i at least tried.

law’s life is filled with mistrust. his whole village dies, he nearly does as well, and so he packs up and runs away, and hides his one pokemon abra because he’s not a registered trainer and he refuses to abandon abra so theres mistrust towards everyone who can turn him in, and everyone who didnt care enough to help with the water crisis. he’s done with sinnoh. so he spends a bit holed up in a library, and once he reads about alola, he’s sold. he’s so mistrustful it’s not a matter of ‘anywhere is better than sinnoh’, its a matter of ‘i can’t end up in another place just like this’. alola is the solution.

except, he’s still mistrustful. so he hides abra, and he hides his money, and he doesn’t speak with anyone, and he leaves the city as soon as he can. he doesn’t know the rules of this place, but abra is all he has. he can’t lose abra. and then things go wrong.

because he’s out of sinnoh, but alola is different. he’s ten, and he’s never had a real pokemon battle, and all the wild pokemon of alola are too eager. he’s ten, and a pangoro attacks and he loses all his supplies on his very first day, because abra’s too exhausted to teleport them away this time. [in hindsight, i did a really bad continuity error here, throughout the entire flashback. it’s thru law’s eyes, so i describe the pokemon he doesn’t know about, and yet sometimes i name the pokemon he really shouldn’t know about. my bad.]

he’s ten, and the only food he finds is being guarded by a giant sumo crab, so he crawls to the other side of the beach and falls asleep on the sand, hungry. he’s ten, and he’s living off berries because money is only so good when you can exchange it, and he’s far away from civilization. he’s ten, and he spends the very last of his money on money for abra, for his only pokemon and his only ally, because going to a pokemon center would mean being seen and asking for a license to verify and its too risky, he can’t risk it. 

he’s ten, and he’s hungry, and he has nothing but the abra clutched in his arms and his ripped clothes clinging to his body, and he witnesses a murder. and they catch him in the act, and then he’s stuck, because he shouldn’t have a pokemon so young, and he’s a witness to a crime, and too quickly he’s in a very bad position.

he’s ten, and to keep abra alive, he joins a gang in alola.

he’s ten, and he’s blackmailed into working or risking abra being taken away. he’s ten, and he has morals, and there’s some tasks he won’t do, but the family boss punishes him for it, harshly. he stops having morals. it wouldn’t do him good here. 

law turns eleven, and suddenly gang tasks involve pokemon battles. law’s eleven, and doflamingo trains law himself, beating the weakness out of him, burning him, scarring him, terrorizing him because he can, and because law can’t refuse. 

law’s eleven when he realizes his picture-perfect alola was nothing but an illusion, because the lack of monopolies and corporations and factories actually had nothing to do with how much the natives cared about their own, or cared at all, about anything. just because alola didn’t have a pokemon league didn’t mean it wasn’t a bad place to be.

he’s eleven when he meets corazon, and finally, finally, gets a breath of fresh air, gets a taste of a person who isn’t there to ridicule him or abuse him. he’s eleven when he meets his first real friend since his sister died, meets someone that finally treats him like a human being. and it doesnt matter that he’s doflamingo’s brother, because he’s kind to law.

law’s eleven and corazon works to repair the damage done by the gang, little by little. he gets law out on an island challenge, and he wanders through melemele and akala and meets kind people and has fun and experiences the real alola. and he realizes, somewhere along the way, that he never wants to go back to the family ever again.

law’s eleven when he realizes he has no choice. because he belongs to doflamingo, because he has to skip out on ula’ula to accomplish a task for the family, because corazon sits there and lets it happen. 

law’s eleven when he’s given a pokemon egg, and when he’s given hope.

corazon was going to take care of everything. he was going to get them out, safely. they were going to rescue a captive pokemon. law was going to be free. law was never going to be hurt by the family again.

except, that’s not how it goes. corazon dies. corazon’s pokemon are tortured in order to lure law out. corazon’s pokemon all die for him and law has no option left but to run with all his might, all the way from one tip of ula’ula to the other. and then, because he can’t trust anyone, anyone, law runs away into a desert with no supplies to speak of.

law’s eleven when he comes face to face with the most temperamental tapu in the alola region, and even with all he’s been through, it’s the most scared he’s even been in his entire life. and then, when he comes to, he finds himself stranded in the kalos region. he’s eleven. he goes through all of this and he’s not even a teenager yet.

so, backing up just a bit, you can see how seeing a volcarona is going to invoke some rather strong emotions in law. he panics. he passes out. luffy puts volcarona away, because me might be oblivious on a lot of things, but he can understand the pure terror in law’s eyes.

alright, what else. the letter. of course luffy disavows the letter, he’s luffy, he can’t follow a plan to save his life.

[stayforsure]

Your personal space is mine (Seo Changbin & y/n)

Changbin x y/n short scenario

request: Changbin and his s/o being taller than him

a/n: I’ sorry, I feel that I mix a lot of tenses, prefixes and wrote it worse than usually, but I have a fever, my nose is full and it could make my brain works slower. XD rly, forgive me

So you did it again.

You’ve drank your afternoon coffee after an active day and tear dropped on your light yellow shirt. You’ve tried to take the spot off, but you used a lot of soap and water and it needed time to dry. You couldn’t walking like that, especially when the dorm was full of boys.

So you opened your boyfriend wardrobe without asking, because he went to the shop to buy ingredients for your dinner. You would do it anyway without hesitation - he would definitely let you open his wardrobe and won’t being angry at you - you know him enough. So when you found random, black shirt with a small pocket on the left side, you put it on and go back to their kitchen and put pasta to boiling water.

Changbin got back as fast as he declaimed and put all bags on the table. He take out all bought stuff and gave you salt to seasoning the meal.

Ten minutes later your dinner was ready. Changbin told you that he will wash the pots and asked you to impose food on the plates. It required reaching the dishes from the third shelf above the sink and due to you were taller, it was obvious that it will be better job for you than him. 

He feels okay with it, even if he was intimitated at the beginning. You’ve got to know each other on your common friends meeting for the first time and talk a lot, what quickly transformed into messages and got stable contact. He felt for you first, knowing that you must be someone special, but your height difference was one of the things that stopped him, afraid of rejection or not being destinated to each other.

Until you gave him clear signal. 

‘You know, sometimes life gave us a fake signs. I don’t know why, it’s hard to say, but it’s true. I think it’s because it wants to take the best of us to see what kind of people we are deep inside. So we should just take what we really need or truly wants, no matter what. And the way how you handle with that defines you as a human.’

And it just pushed him. Your words give him mental wings - from confessing to adapting to this fact in your relationship.

Now he doesn’t care about this anymore,  

He also used to asked Hyunjin to help before, but now you were here, so he wasn’t needed, even sitting only a few meters away on the sofa, watching film and eating some snacks with other members. 

But when you’ve tried take two bigger plates, one of them seemed to fall and you made some noises while trying to save them. Completely focused, luckily you did that and no one and nothing get hurted. Anyway Changbin and boys turned around to check is everything okay with you and stuff you kept.

‘Hey, y/n, you’re alright?’ you’ve heard your boyfriend’s low voice. He saw how you’ve flexed your body and so his eyes automatically comes to you.

But he wasn’t the only one who noticed it.

Other boys also didn’t miss the fact your waist was fully exposed. Hyunjin’s eyes jumping constantly from Changbin to you and Minho sliding his eyes all over your body, probably doesn’t even controling them.

It wasn’t rude, it was just natural and he completely understood that man habit - your light skin, of course, attracts every human eyes and the reason was obvious to him.

But it didn’t mean he agreed with that. You were his.

Only h i s.

‘Yeah, I’m fine’ you answered.

You put dishes on table, closed the locker and touched a pot - yeah, only touched, because Changbin’s hand clamped on your wrist. He held it really tight, standing behind you and blowing onto your neck accidentally.

‘Come with me, y/n’ he whispered to your ear, didn’t want to get the rest of members attention.

‘Where do you mean now? The dinner is ready’ you asked, but he just waved, sugesting you to follow him.

‘Just for a moment, come on’ he said, walking into his own room.

So you went after him, checking kitchen stuff after leaving. And when you came in, he quietly closed the door.

‘Take it off’ he recomended, pointing at your shirt and making a few steps on his room.

Firstly you couldn’t believe you ears.

Secondly - exactly the same.

Heat took over you body just in one second and you were wondering how it’s even possible. It’s not like he didn’t made you like that before - he did, but in completely different way. This time was a little bit too intense, a little too fast and a little embarrasing.

The blood in your veins went faster and your heart beated so loud. Your checks were scalded you. You want to peel them from your face and throw away, especially when they’re getting more red with every second. You took a deep breath and gulped.

Then you realised that maybe this one shirt is one of his favourite or he have some special memories with them. Maybe he doesn’t wear it even once and it wasn’t addict to wearing. Maybe he recognized it just a moment before and want them back in his wardrobe, not on you. Or maybe he gets mad because you took it without his permission, even if it doesn’t fit him, because you know him well and he has never been that kind of person, because he used to give you anything on this world you wished for.

But now you were just confused and started getting nervous about this situation.

‘Now?’ that was the only thing you could stammer from mouth. You knew nothing. Eyebrows rose automaticaly and you looked at him with misapprehension on your face.

‘Yes’ he answered quickly and shock hits you again.

He looked like he didn’t said anything strange or unexpected. He looked like he doesn’t care a lot, searching for something in his wardrobe.

‘I’m...’ you stared, but couldn’t finished.

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t even know how you’ve already felt. He saw you shirtless, yes, but it was occasionally and only few times. He touched your belly, he kissed your collarbones, he squished your hips, but you didn’t get further yet. It was already only few months while you were togheter, being careful and soft to each other. He was so caring about you and never pushed you to anything you didn’t want - next steps comes time after time, on their own pace and that make your bond such beautiful. You two just celebrated having each other.

So why does it broke right now?

‘I don’t want to, Changbin’ you muttered at least.

He finnaly looked at you. His eyes opened wider than before. A few seconds ago he looks a little bit mad, doing everything in chaos - now he finally looks like your boyfriend. The most precious, sweetest and beloved human ever exist in this world.

‘You want them to look at you like this? Because I don’t. I can’t let them.’

What you asked yourself.

‘What?’

He shaked his left hand with black material in it - the right one was pointing at you again.

‘This one is to short for you. I’ve got a lot of longer shirts, I don’t know why you didn’t take one like this.’

‘Oh...’ you started. ‘You mean this...’

You felt completely awkard. You covered your face by hands, looking in his eyes, directly but shyly.

‘What’s happend?’ Yes, he completely doesn’t have an idea what already comes to your mind and that made you feel embarassed even more.

You can’t say this. There was no possibility to do that. And it wasn’t even about you, it was about him - realising you let this idea came into you mind could really hurt him.

‘I just catched the first one from the top. I spotted my own’ you pointed at your yellow shirt, laying on chair to dry.

‘It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m just taking care of your personal space and self-serving’ he admitted.

You looked at your waist and realized what he means. The shirt was tight and covered only the hightest part of you hips - not all of them. When you put your hands up, it shows your navel.

And it unexpectedly made you soft. Vision of Changbin being jealous and protective over you causes your inside euphoria. You smiled joyfully.

‘Did they see something they shouldn’t?

He nodded, coming to you closer.

‘Those parts are definitely already reserved’ he pecked your belly once. You can’t help bursting out laughing to let all your extreme emotions go away.

And you were melting. Like usually you do, you were dissolving like a block of ice in front of open fire. Changbin doesn’t truly know how delicate you were if it comes to his affection on you - he thought he was the weaker one. He was almost sure about it.

‘I got it. And you’re right’ you added, letting his hands embrace you.

‘I know I am’ he said surely. He laid his fingers on your chin and kissed your lips five times, subtly and slowly, biting his own bottom lip while backing off.

‘Just change it. I’ll bring our meal here.’

When he came back, your new shirt hooded even parts of your laps and was two times wider than you. There was no option to see anything to anyone, not even you. And he loves the way you were like at this moment - loosely, a little tomboyish and mostly - natural, like you have nothing to hide from him.

And he loves it, just loves it. Because he completely loves you.

[furymint]

✎ !! 💖

1. Traipsing through the forest w Norhi is a lesson in humility. He’s too used to nature (except snow) being under control on paper and ink, so straying from the beaten path into the vines and overgrowth is scary. He always walks a bit closer to her.

2. He likes to look over her shoulder while she cooks. While he can follow a recipe and make a few tasty dishes, he’s never had the intuition or knowledge to experiment w ingredients like her (OTHER than jalapenos aksjhra). Also she lets him eat the cookie dough sometimes.

3. Elliot thinks Crystal is really super cool. He’s awkward around animals but Crystal is so chill and industrious and puts up with all of Norhi’s merchandise. He likes the sound of Crystal walking around w all the clattering bottles and little boxes better than with metal and plate.

4. Norhi stopped while walking and started eating some random berries off a bush and Elliot had to count to 5 to his head before he said anything or else he would have gone into shock mode. He’s been indoctrinated into Never Eat Anything Not Recognizable and on a Plate so he’s v wary of random plants bc poison

5. He and Norhi like to sing together for fun. She hums songs from her childhood n he can play them by ear or improv an accompaniment. People feel better abt singing when they have someone to do it w or if they have music behind them, so he tries to learn the words quickly to support her

6. Of anyone else that was in IR, Norhi is the one he hated seeing blood on the most. It’s a conflict he hasn’t come to terms w, esp since like everyone was bloody w their own blood or w that of ppl they hurt/killed, but the root of it is that Norhi didn’t have as personal an attachment to the mission as most of the others. He’s treated the war-wounded before at home--smth in his mind thinks that she never should have had to.

7. Her ears always move as she talks and Elliot had to drill himself to stop looking at them. He’s gotten much better, but if they move rly fast he turns back to it before he refocuses. He’s also kinda relieved he doesn’t have to account for smth like that when masking his own expressions.

8. He feels much more relaxed around Norhi, partially because she’s so laid-back, but also bc he feels like he doesn’t have to stand taller or speak louder to be heard against more experienced/quick-thinking/outspoken ppl

9. Sometimes she slips flowers into the pages of his books and he never removes them (unless its an expensive book n he doesnt want the page to stain) so he has a collection of pressed flowers now. He wants to pin some to her door.

10. ok we all know he said he’d be godfather bc he wanted the cool title, and also he’s horrified of kids bc they’re tiny and dangerous and smarter than him, but he’d adapt real quick and smth will def explode while he’s babysitting. hopefully he gets a dragon pinata and isn’t cooking