#IT IS AGAINST THE LAW /lh

[ikeuverse]

new beginnings | lhs

pairing: dad!heeseung x fem!reader  genres: fluff, humor, a pinch of angst wc: 8.7k+

꒰ 𝅄 warnings ꒱ :  mention of unwanted pregnancy, turbulent relationship, drinking, some swearing. let me know if i've forgotten anything too.

꒰ 𝅄 synopsis ꒱ : flirting with your brother's brother-in-law wasn't in your plans after returning from studying abroad. it wasn't something you were going to stop either since heeseung was the epitome of beauty. but when there's another woman's name in the story. what happens? you don't want to be caught between a betrayal… or so you thought.

꒰ 𝅄 notes ꒱ : i think this turned out a lot cuter than i intended. initially it was going to be very short, but i wanted to add a bit of plot and maybe add a one chapter or two to it to give more attention to yn with the little one and the development of her relationship with heeseung. i hope you like it!

꒰ 𝅄 part 2 | masterlist ꒱

Studying abroad for your university degree was a dream. Spending two years in Barcelona seemed like such a distant dream, but in the blink of an eye, you were already on Spanish soil. And as if that were fast enough, those years passed so quickly that before you knew it, you were back in the apartment you shared with your younger brother.

Sighing, you threw yourself on the sofa and let the tiredness of the trip take over. Smelling the familiar scent of Jay's cologne that hadn't completely disappeared.

Being back was incredible. Now, finally, you could work in your field and be close to your family too. It hadn't been that long, but you still felt sad not just because you missed them, but because you had missed important moments with each of your family members.

Like, for example, when your parents bought their dream house. Lots of rooms to welcome their children and anyone else who wanted to sleep over. A backyard so big that it had room for your father's gardening, a swimming pool, and a small hut where your mother made a studio for whatever artistic thing she was obsessed with at the moment.

You also missed out when Jay started dating her in his final year at university. The girl was simply incredible and you got to know her over a video call, but it still wasn't the same. It was different from his older sister's attitude – even if it was a year apart – where his girlfriend would come over to your parent's house, you'd make a huge fuss and a fake scene of jealousy.

Not that you weren't jealous of Jay, but Heejin was so sweet and loving that all you could do was sigh and smile at her as she introduced herself on her cell phone screen and told you that she was looking forward to meeting you in person.

And Heejin threw such a big party as soon as you arrived. She was in charge of making the snacks and taking them to your mother's house, telling you so much about her that you were dizzy, smiling from ear to ear at the girl's excitement. Jay watched in the background, laughing now and then when you looked at him, silently congratulating you on having found someone as nice as her.

"Do you like chicken? I learned how to make this chicken paste last week and Jay loved it, I think you'll like it too" she said shyly, handing over one of the snacks she'd brought.

And she got it right. You loved it so much that you even asked Heejin to make it the next time you two met. Which never took long because she was always at her apartment with Jay or her parents' house.

It seemed that as well as being a sister-in-law, you had found a very good friend.

"I'm home" Jay announced loudly as soon as he walked through the living room door, making you abandon your thoughts completely as you jumped onto the sofa "Did I scare you?" he laughed as he looked at you, messing up your hair before walking past you and straight into the kitchen.

You stood up, walked over to where he was, and leaned against the doorframe to watch your brother get a bottle of water from the fridge.

"So" Jay turned to you, his breathing a little labored and you noticed that he was completely sweaty "I came running because it's going to rain, don't think nonsense" he warned you, noticing that your expression began to change as soon as you saw his state.

Your laughter filled the kitchen along with Jay's, and he walked over to the worktop and sat down on it.

"I didn't think anything" you held up your hands to defend yourself, biting your lower lip to hold back another laugh "I got home from mom's a while ago, I was lying there thinking about so many things."

"About what, for example?" Jay came around the counter and sat on the stool behind you. This forced you to get down and turn around to face him, watching your brother still enjoying his cold bottle of water.

"About how, even though I love Barcelona, I've missed out on a lot with you all here."

"Come on, y/n. We've already had this conversation" Jay warned.

And it was true. He knew how much you wanted to complete your fashion course abroad, but at the same time, you didn't want to leave your parents. Jay chose to stay, earning well-deserved recognition at the gastronomy school in the city itself while supporting you every second.

"I know, but I can't get this weight off of me" you pursed your lips, forming a pout that he grimaced at.

"How about we go out so you can forget about it?" Jay proposed, seeing you try to hide a smile as he leaned over the counter and took your hand "Come on, I still have some friends you know who are dying to meet you again."

"Who, for example?" you asked.

Jay seemed to think for a moment, remembering all the people from his college that you knew. Even though you only studied with Jay for a short time, it wasn't enough to get to know all his friends or maintain a lasting friendship with them. Since your brother was well known, you were afraid that he would approach you just to get to him.

"Sailor will be there" Jay shrugged, knowing that she was the first girl you'd made friends with on the design course, "and that insufferable Jake."

"Oh, my little brother will be there?" you smiled dreamily, seeing Jay roll his eyes.

"Little brother? That son of a bitch is just my childhood best friend, not your little brother, y/n."

You laughed so loudly that you saw Jay shrug his shoulders as he did so. Going around the counter, you hugged your brother and laid your head on his shoulder, sighing a little lighter after talking to Jay. It always calmed you down.

"I'm going to love hanging out with them, and especially with you."

Jay kissed the top of your head and you could feel him smile with his lips up there after he returned your embrace. His fingers were cold from the bottle he was holding, now gripping your body as he got up from the bench to stand next to you.

"So get ready, because we have this program every Friday. And you're part of it from now on" he said, pulling away from you and telling you that he was going to take a shower because it was too sticky.

You just agreed, thinking of preparing something to eat with your brother after he got out of the shower. And you started to get a little more excited until Friday arrived to meet up with some friends again, and finally go out with your brother after so long.

"Why do you spray so much perfume?" you almost shouted from your room as Jay passed you in the hallway of the apartment, stopping walking and heading straight for your door.

"I sprayed it a couple of times" he said "Okay, four" he corrected after noticing your serious countenance looking at him "I get nervous every time I go to meet Heejin, so…"

"That's cute" your lip formed into a pout, beckoning him into your room while you finished getting ready "But I don't think she'll care how smelly you are or not. Considering we're going to a nightclub."

"You're right" Jay tried to relax, throwing himself onto your bed in a lazy way. "It's just that I never stop thinking about how much I can impress her since we started dating, you know? It's so different."

"How different?"

Having these conversations with Jay was something you loved, mainly because it felt like he was older and not you. So listening to him ramble on about something or even vent about anything made the two of you feel even closer to each other.

Hearing how in love your brother was made you so happy and smiley, even more so because every time he mentioned Heejin, or even you said her name or said you were talking to her, Jay sighed. A complete fool in love, you joked.

He never denied it because he really was. And it was clear every time you saw the two of them together since you arrived. Holding hands, caresses and hugs, declarations and compliments. Something so loving that there wasn't even room to tease your brother about how sweet he was being.

"We can go now" you said after a while when Jay again told you how he felt about Heejin. And how he was afraid of losing her.

Your role as older sister was to make sure that your younger brother was doing a great job and that he was an amazing guy. Not to mention that the two of them got along very well and had your approval, so that was enough.

Jay left that apartment so happy that he was smiling to the parking lot, then with you to the club to meet the rest of his friends. He didn't even notice the smile, only when he arrived and felt his jaw aching after talking to you so much.

"Hold my hand so you don't get lost until we find the guys, okay?" you just agreed as you headed for the entrance to the club and Jay gave you the names for access.

Entering the venue, you and your brother had to dodge a few – a lot – of people dancing back and forth, others trying to make conversation with both you and him, but backing away when they saw you holding hands. You caught a scream in your throat and then laughed along with him, people probably thought you and Jay were a couple because you were holding hands. Ew.

"Finally!" the voice shouted from ahead and you looked over Jay's shoulder.

With his free hand, your brother nodded and then continued to approach until you were close enough to let go of your hand.

"I thought you weren't coming" Jake ruffled Jay's hair as he approached the group, hearing the boy's curses before turning his eyes to you "Little sister!"

"Little brother!" you replied with the same excitement, only for both of you to tease Jay, who was cursing at both of you. Jake was quick to run towards you and hug you.

"Don't ever travel that long again, I've missed you so much" he whispered while still hugging you.

"I promise I'll take you with me next time" his smile widened so much that you swore his cheeks were sore from smiling so much.

Saying hello to Sailor, your only friend from university, was something you were looking forward to. She had been one of the only people at the beginning of your school year before you moved to another country, who came to talk to you without any interest in your brother. Sailor was so nice, communicative, and giggly. The two of you got on so well that even when you moved to Barcelona, contact wasn't lost. Your happiness was undeniable when Jay told you that she was still in the group of friends, now as Jake's girlfriend.

Sunghoon was another friend of the boys that you got to know as well, arriving close to high school where he was drafted onto the soccer team that Jay and Jake played on. Of course, the three of them would become friends. He introduced you to his girlfriend. Joan, it wasn't someone you knew, but she seemed nice because she complimented you a lot and even asked how you were able to put up with a bunch of boys without slapping any of them.

Maybe I slapped you here or there, but I swear I could have done more. Joan's laugh was cute, and Sunghoon's small eyes when he smiled as he listened indicated that this man had been completely snared.

"Hi, y/n. I'm so glad you came" Heejin, your sister-in-law. So beautiful, with a comforting hug and very caring. You remember that, ever since you arrived, she asked Jay if you were all right every day.

"I guess you'll all have to get used to someone else in the group" you told her as you hugged her, tightening your arms around Heejin. She kissed your cheek and then pulled away from your face a little.

"Oh, this is going to be amazing. This way my brother won't feel so lonely" she whispered because she was too close to your face, so her voice wouldn't be hard to hear. You frowned at that, what do you mean her brother?

You hadn't paid attention to the people around you unless they came to greet you. Or you hadn't taken the time to notice who was with your group until your eyes shifted from Heejin's face to focus on the male figure next to the three boys.

Of course, you'd heard about Heejin's brother and even seen some pictures of him with Jay on social media. But you were so focused on your studies or even on finding out how your brother was doing that you didn't even have the luxury – or the time – to go and find out who Jay's new friends were, apart from the ones you already knew.

Heejin gradually moved away from you and, at the same moment, the only boy who hadn't said hello was waving to the boys and heading towards you and your sister-in-law. He couldn't take his eyes off you and you couldn't take your eyes off him, it was as if neither of you wanted to miss each other's next move.

"Hi" what a voice that is, my God. You wanted to shout to yourself "I'm Heeseung."

Heeseung, of course. The name wasn't strange. Considering how many stories Jay posted with Heeseung, who was always at parties with your brother.

"Hi, I'm y/n" even if he knew her name, it wouldn't hurt to introduce yourself, right?

By now Heejin had already stepped aside and let you talk to Heeseung, but you hadn't even bothered.

"Now I have someone to keep me company," Heeseung smiled and you swore you let out a loud sigh, but because of the volume of the music he hadn't heard. Good!

"Why? Are they that bad?" you asked Heeseung.

He leaned a little towards you, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans as he shrugged in the process. Heeseung's breath smelled of strawberries, so maybe he'd had a drink before you arrived.

"Wait until everyone's drunk" he whispered, "You can bet on which couple gets the hottest out of all of them."

"Can we bet money? Me and you?" your eyes lit up at the word bet, looking like a child who had just heard the most magnificent thing in the world.

Heeseung wanted to ignore the way he was smiling so much, feeling his heart skip a beat with your smile and your gaze so close to him. Even though he had leaned towards you just to talk. He wanted to think so, after all, you were all out clubbing, and if he wanted to have a conversation with you, he'd have to get closer.

And because you were so beautiful and smelled so good, he was simply attracted.

"I didn't bring that much money today" Heeseung pursed his lips "But we can bet drinks at the bar, what do you say?"

"Will you buy me one?"

"Now? Of course" of course, he had to stop this "I need to show you the best drink in this place before you get hooked."

"Do the honors, then" you smiled back at him, almost shouting when Heeseung's hand gently touched your back. Even though no skin was exposed because your shirt covered most of it, his fingers seemed to have shocked the spot.

Heeseung felt a warmth emanating from his fingertips and wondered if he had overstepped any boundaries since he had touched – even on your back – without your permission. But as soon as you started walking, being guided by him, the boy saw no problem in following you with his hand still touching you.

"Hey, Mingi" Heeseung waved to the bartender as soon as you and he arrived at the bar. From the intimacy, the place seemed to be frequented quite often by him and your brother's friends. The man behind the bar waved cheerfully.

"The usual?"

"Actually, I'll have a Rum Punch" Heeseung's slurred accent almost made you sigh again, but you held back only because he held your gaze even though he was talking to the bartender in front of you "For this young lady here."

"Oh, new here?" Mingi began to prepare the drink, showing off his skills with the utensils and how to stir that metal glass that you didn't even know didn't spill a drop.

"I've been away for two years" your voice came out a little louder than you would have liked, but Mingi smiled and shook his head "I'm Jay's sister."

"No kidding!" he seemed shocked by the information and you almost asked if it was bad to be Jay's sister or something "Jongseong, that ugly guy, has such a beautiful sister?"

Shit, your cheeks started to heat up. But you couldn't tell if it was because of Mingi's compliment or because Heeseung's hand slid from your back to your waist. He was still touching you, and it didn't seem to bother him or you.

"Here, Miss Park" he smiled after placing the glass on the counter, "enjoy the best of our bar."

You thanked him and took the glass, turning to face Heeseung.

"I hope you like it because, honestly, it would suck to say this is the best drink and have you hate it" he pressed his lips together, looking a little apprehensive about your reaction. You laughed at how cute he looked, agreeing with a little nod.

Touching your lips to the glass, you took a small sip just to test it out. As Heeseung said, it would be a shame for you to hate something that he advertised so much. But no, you loved it! And your murmur of approval only made his smile grow even wider, so you took another long sip before offering it to him.

"Come on, have some since you introduced me to it" you smiled at him as you tilted the glass for Heeseung to take. But he seemed too busy still holding your waist, with both hands this time. One on either side of you, making you want to scream and at the same time take a step forward and stand so close to him.

That drink wasn't taking effect that quickly, but it was Heeseung's fingers on your body that were making you like this.

So you held your breath a little when he leaned over, touching his lips to the glass and looking at you. A silent request for you to turn the contents just right because he wanted to drink from your hand. Heeseung wanted you to give him the drink.

And you did.

You carefully turned that glass until he had a good sip and then turned away to wipe his lips with the tip of his tongue and moan in satisfaction at the liquid going down his throat.

"Like I said, y/n" he said, his eyes wandering around the club and then finding you again. Heeseung leaned close enough so that his face was close to yours – for the second time that night – and his gaze quickly fell to your mouth "This is the best drink in the bar, and the night is going to be so long that we can try as many as you want" why had he whispered that part? Why was Heeseung whispering while staring at your lips?

You just nodded, sipping some more of that good, newfound liquid, as you felt him pull you into the middle of the dance floor.

The boy was right, it was going to be a long night.

You didn't know that your sister-in-law was a graduate in the same field as you at university in Barcelona. You also didn't know that you would receive an offer from the studio where she worked and, a few days later, be hired.

You also didn't know that your relationship with Heeseung had become pure flirtation, smiles in each other's direction and gentle touches on the hands, waist, and even long hugs when he went to pick up Heejin and ended up giving you a lift too. Or when he went to visit Jay to play video games in his living room. You also didn't know that you would let Heeseung lean his head on your shoulder and fall asleep so deeply on the first night of movies in your shared apartment with your brother after Sunghoon said he didn't want to go clubbing that day.

Everything was going so differently from what you had envisioned for your return to the city, but no way could describe the way you felt with Heeseung. Because it was different, wasn't it? You felt that way.

Because you didn't feel a chill in your stomach when Jake laid his head on your lap after coming home from work, or you didn't feel your face heat up after Sunghoon kissed the top of your head when you all decided to meet up for dinner. So why did you feel those things with Heeseung? He also lay on your lap, he also kissed the top of your head. But only he was able to take away your sleep some nights, resulting in you being almost late for work and hearing Heejin ask if everything was okay.

"Jongseong was playing late again?" she asked angrily, making you laugh.

Thinking about your brother, you wanted to answer but settled for pressing your lips together to avoid smiling.

"I've just had a bad night" your lips quickly curled into a pout and she imitated you.

"I know someone who can help you with that" Heejin hummed, picking up her cell phone and typing a few things as she watched you go to your desk.

Trying to stop her from talking to Heeseung was practically impossible, as she and Jay did a great job of making you feel awkward in front of him. But not in a bad way, not at all. The two of them only managed to make you shyer and shyer every time something happened.

Do you need help with the popcorn in the kitchen? Heeseung, help y/n. I'm watching the movie with your sister.

Are you going out for dinner? Heeseung and y/n sit next to each other, their seats already assigned.

When you all decided to go to the amusement park together and he wasn't too keen on entering the castle of horrors? My sister will hold your hand and, if the fear goes away, you can kiss her as a reward. Jay's sentence could have been a whisper only to him and Heeseung, but because you were so close, it was sure to have been heard.

"Y/n, I… I'm sorry—" you took his hand, entwining your fingers in Heeseung's as you smiled at the boy.

"You heard my brother, right?" now Heeseung felt even more courageous with your words. So he could kiss you after everyone had passed through that castle of horrors? Surely he wouldn't miss it.

But he did.

As soon as you all left, Heeseung received a call that he urgently needed to go home. You didn't object and the others seemed to understand perfectly when the boy said goodbye, you being the only one who received a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran out of the park.

"I wonder what happened?" Sailor asked as you all started walking to the park's next attraction.

"Maybe it's because of Aimi, he said he'd be alert in case he needed to go home" Jake intertwined his fingers with Sailor's and walked beside her.

Just then, you stopped. Wait, Aimi? Heeseung had someone else? No, it couldn't be.

All that time you two were exchanging, you were being part of a betrayal? Holy shit. It couldn't be possible.

The whole situation put a lump in your throat and your stomach began to churn. You walked with your friends out of sheer habit, seeing that they were all in the queue for the rollercoaster. By instinct, Jay looked in your direction and saw how scattered you were, walking over to stand next to you.

"It's just a rollercoaster, you know? You don't have to be scared" he joked, laughing a little as he put his arm around your shoulders.

Trying to be gentle, you pushed his arm away, starting to feel a weight on your chest that you didn't even know existed.

"I… I'm going home" your voice came out shaky. Shit, don't do that, y/n!

"What? Y/n, is everything all right?" Jay looked at you now rather worriedly, holding you by the shoulders and, once again, feeling your hands drop as you walked away.

Your brain didn't process the fact that your legs were quickly pulling you out of there, walking away from the roller coaster queue while you listened to the boys calling you. You ignored it completely and walked to the parking lot where you tried to look for your brother's car since Heeseung had left and you had gone with him to the park.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit" the curses were starting to flood out of you as your eyes stung, but you weren't going to cry. Not because of that.

For God's sake, the two of you hadn't even kissed, why feel so stupid?

"Y/n, I found you!" Jay was panting behind you, having stopped running and feeling his heartbeat speed up even more from the little exercise he'd done to find you.

He then walked towards you very slowly, trying to catch his breath and testing whether he could do it since you had pushed him away twice in less than a minute.

"Hey, are you all right?" he asked "It was the rollercoaster game—"

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" you interrupted him.

Jay frowned in response, glancing at you as soon as you stopped right in front of him and caught a glimpse of your face in the dim light of the amusement park parking lot. He saw your watery eyes and knew you could cry at any moment.

"What about?" he asked you again, and you realized that it couldn't be that he knew either since, in your brother's mind, you were like that for the roller coaster. But wasn't it obvious that it was for Heeseung? It didn't make sense.

Your chest ached a little more when you remembered his static face when you left quickly and how your friends commented on the girl so naturally that it was as if you weren't there.

You opened and closed your mouth, tried to say something and nothing came out the way you wanted it to. It sucked that everything was like that. When you finally plucked up the courage to talk to your brother, your phone rang, startling you both.

The handset came out of your back pocket and Heeseung's name flashed up on the screen. You didn't realize the grimace you were making until you looked at Jay and saw that he was waiting for you to pick up, but you didn't. You simply hung up. You simply hung up.

"What's going on?" he kept looking at you.

"Nothing" another ring from Heeseung and you would have hung up if Jay hadn't been quicker and answered on the second ring.

"Hey dude, it's Jay" you could hear Heeseung's voice in the background, but you couldn't understand much of what he was saying. Something seemed to touch the back of your brother's mind because he laughed deeply as he looked at you.

What's funny, asshole? You hissed while he still had your phone to his ear and was talking to Heeseung.

"Maybe that's why, but I'm not the one who's going to explain it to her" your brother's gaze was mixed as Heeseung said a few more words and the two finally hung up.

"What the fuck was that, Jay?"

"Heeseung called me… I mean, he called you to explain why he'd left so quickly" he told you.

"I think Jake already did that" you shrugged, showing how encouraging the conversation was because your sarcastic smile said it all.

"Listen, sis. It's not that—"

"Jay, please don't" you whimpered "I'm feeling terrible because all this time no one told me that Heeseung had someone else and we were acting like…"

"A couple, I know" you really hated it when Jay was able to complete his sentences more directly because maybe you would only respond like two people with more touches "That's exactly why he needs to explain it to you, not me."

"I don't want to listen, thank you."

"But you kind of will" he pursed his lips and put his hands in his trouser pockets, running his tongue over lower lip to suppress a smile "Because every two weeks Heejin and I go to Mom's for lunch, and this time since you're here, I'm going to make a point of calling Heeseung too."

"You wouldn't do that…"

"Oh, I would" Jay smiled this time.

And you knew for sure that your dear brother would be able to do it.

You felt like jumping over the kitchen counter and lunging at Jay, but you were left to stir the chocolate in the pan to make a ganache for dessert. Your brother, smiling even too much, put the tomato slices in the glass dish while looking at you now and then and holding back a laugh.

"Cancel it with him, please" you almost cried, almost got down on your knees to Jay begging him not to come.

"Nope" he hummed, excitedly, "I like having my brother-in-law here. Besides, Mom loves it when he brings Aimi along."

"You're a motherfucker—"

"Hey, why am I being cursed at?" your mother chimed in. Jay burst into laughter and you just rolled your eyes, choosing to forget the conversation.

But your brother seemed to have plans to annoy you all weekend, and it was only Saturday. You wouldn't be able to stand it without hitting him once.

"I was telling y/n about Aimi" Jay said.

"Oh, I miss her so much" your mother said with such love that you rolled your eyes at the melted chocolate just so you wouldn't have to face the two of them who were heaping praise on Aimi.

For God's sake, did they have to do that in front of you? Maybe your mother didn't know what had happened between you and Heeseung, so the poor thing wouldn't be punished by your eyes almost shooting her. But your brother would. That asshole was going to pay dearly for every mention of Aimi's name and the way he openly smiled at you after saying it.

It didn't make sense for Jay to tease you about it, it didn't make sense for any of your friends to be into that sort of thing. Everyone there was dating, so why did things have to go that way with Heeseung?

Had Jay already cheated on Heejin, so he was an accomplice? Or had Jake and Sunghoon also been unfaithful, hence the partnership?

It wasn't easy to get into your head and you spent almost the whole week mulling it over, as well as running away from all Heejin's questions and why you were ignoring her brother.

"I just… I don't know, Heejin" you replied.

But she knew, of course, she knew. The only way to understand what was going on was to ask Jay, and like a good gossip, he would tell his girlfriend. Heejin even thought about clearing up the misunderstanding, but as her boyfriend had said, Heeseung was the one to do it.

So it was easy to convince him to go to lunch at your mother's house. You wanted to think it was because of the pool out back or her food, not because he had to explain something to you because you didn't want to hear it.

You refused to fall for his charms while he explained why he had cheated on you for a long time – totaling a month and a half, unfortunately, you counted – only for you to discover that there was another woman. And it wasn't even Heeseung who told you, it came out of Jake's mouth.

If your friend hadn't said anything at the amusement park, would you have known about her? Or would you continue to be fooled until you kissed Heeseung, fell even more in love and then he left you?

"Shit" you cursed quietly when the doorbell snapped you out of your thoughts.

All the food had been ready for a long time and you and your brother had decided to wait, sipping a glass of wine that your mother always left out for you to enjoy while they cooked.

It had to be the Lee siblings, so you decided to fill your glass and lean on the kitchen counter, not having the courage to move your feet as your brother walked past you and smiled with his mouth against the glass he was drinking.

"My love" Jay called out, and you knew it was Heejin he was greeting.

"Heeseung, Aimi!" that was your mother, and your stomach immediately churned at the mention of her name "Y/n, come over here."

I don't want to.

You should answer, that's what you had to do.

But contrary to your thoughts, your feet betrayed you and made you walk to the kitchen door so slowly that you were almost dragging yourself. Perhaps the glass of wine could have helped and stopped you from hugging them both, it would have been a perfect excuse while you just greeted everyone and went back to the kitchen.

As soon as you arrived, your eyes went straight to Heeseung and… A child? Heeseung was holding a little girl in his arms and she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

Dark hair, curious eyes, and flushed cheeks. She closed her little eyes as she smiled when Jay approached to take her in his arms, hearing the most delightful giggle you could ever remember a child having.

"Hey" Heejin greeted you before anyone could say anything. The two boys were very entertained by the little girl, who was mumbling a few things and talking to them, while your mother was already looking for a cartoon channel for her to watch "Are you okay?" your sister-in-law toasted with her full glass, and it was then that you noticed that she was holding Jay's glass.

Your head just nodded, saying nothing until Heeseung's eyes landed on you. He frowned when he saw how much wine was in your glass and you couldn't hide it since, as it was full, any sudden movement to place it behind your body could cause it to tip over.

Jay still had the little one on his lap and held her hand as he turned to you. She smiled in your direction and you tried to smile back, begging the heavens you hadn't made a face to scare the poor thing.

"Hi, y/n" Heeseung said directly to you as soon as you arrived at your mother's house. You shook your head at him, a silent way of saying hello. Your voice would waver if you said anything since it was the first time you'd seen him since the day at the amusement park, so you couldn't risk having a shaky, slurred, or harsh voice. So just a nod would be fine.

"You can choose any cartoon that uncle Jay will watch with you before lunch" Jay raised his hand and the little girl clapped it, making an animated hi-five as you watched your brother walk over to the sofa with her.

Your eyes lingered too long on the two of them animatedly chatting about the colorful cartoon characters that you didn't notice that Heejin had gone to talk to his mother and Heeseung was standing in front of you.

Hands in his pants pockets, hair slightly mussed, and biting his lower lip. He looked a little apprehensive for his taste.

"Y/n…"

"Bathroom" the little girl announced before Heeseung could even finish his sentence. He quickly looked over to where she was sitting and excused himself as he picked her up.

"Ready to use the bathroom?" he had such a beautiful smile when he talked to her that it seemed too encouraging, you almost forgot that you were angry with him "I'll be right back" Heeseung said before disappearing down the corridor in search of the downstairs bathroom.

That's how long it took you to stare at Jay and take a long sip of your wine before you saw him return with the little girl still on his lap.

"I did it, uncle Jay" she celebrated and Jay got up from the sofa, picking her up again.

"You were amazing, you know that? Your dad and I are so proud of you," he said.

Dad?

You bit your tongue to keep from screaming at that moment. The only thought running through your mind when Heeseung was still in the middle of the room but with his gaze fully on you.

"Y/n, that's Aimi" he pointed to the little girl who, as soon as she heard her name called, turned towards him "My daughter. And sweetie, this is y/n, uncle Jay's sister."

"Fuck" you whispered so quietly, not out of indignation, but because there was a child and you couldn't swear at her.

So your only reaction – apart from widening your eyes – was to gulp down all the wine and feel it burn your throat as you ran to the kitchen.

Your luck was that Aimi only nodded for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the drawing she was watching with Jay, so your state of panic hadn't had much effect on her. Unlike Heeseung, who walked in quick, hurried steps to the kitchen to chase after you.

The search for the wine was tireless. That bottle had run out a while ago and all you had to do was find another that your mother kept right there, but no. Those hands stopped you from opening it. Those hands stopped you from opening the mini cellar under the counter and made you turn to him.

"Wine won't help you much" Heeseung whispered to you.

"I just need to… I…"

"You need to sober up because I think we need to talk, don't you?"

Why did he have to whisper everything? And why did Heeseung have a relentless habit of leaning towards you every time he stood in front of you to say something?

"It's okay" was the only thing you managed to say because the next second his lips were on yours. Briefly, a kiss so quick that you couldn't even process the softness of Heeseung's mouth against yours.

"Great choice of wine, by the way" he licked his lips before leaving the kitchen, just as quickly as he came in after you.

Heeseung was right, you two needed to talk. You were just putting it off all day because you felt like a complete idiot, thinking all sorts of bad things about him and your friends when, in fact, Aimi was just a child. And Heeseung's daughter.

All right, he also felt stupid for never mentioning it since the first time you and he started to get even closer, but the real thing was that he was afraid. He didn't want it to always be the same.

You swore that every moment at your parents' house would lead to a conversation with Heeseung because he never took his eyes off you, only to look in on Aimi or help her with something when no adult was doing so. He was such a helpful father and that only made your heart swell even more for that man.

Your mind just didn't process the fact that little Aimi would be clinging to you the moment everyone sat down to lunch.

"Sweetie, let y/n eat…"

"Dad" she pouted as she sat on your lap, smoothing her long hair so that it didn't fall on the plate in front of her.

"It's okay, I think I can help you, can't I, Aimi?"

"Yes" she turned her head to look at you, and that smile like her father's made you smile too.

Aimi was polite, only asked for your help to cut things she had difficulty with, and ate her vegetables without complaining while Heeseung just watched until she finished eating so she could get off your lap. So you could eat right then.

You noticed that Aimi sulked throughout lunch while the others ate until they finished their meal and she held out her arms to you.

"I thought we were going to watch a cartoon" Jay pouted when he saw that Aimi hadn't gone to sit on his lap.

"Actually, uncle Jay thought he'd get away with doing the dishes" you pretended to whisper to Aimi, hearing her giggle immediately afterward "But I think she'd rather stay with auntie y/n now, wouldn't you?"

When she nodded, it was enough for Jay to make a scene in which Aimi laughed even more.

Spending the afternoon with that child was the most incredible thing that could have happened to you over the last few days.

Watching cartoons with Aimi, hearing about colors and how she could count to forty. Or how she knew about animals because uncle Jay had given her a book that made sounds with a magic pen. And he bragged about the compliments in the present.

You felt your heart warm even more when everyone decided to spend time in the back garden, your lap serving as comfort for Aimi who played with the end of your hair until Heeseung signaled that she had fallen asleep on your lap. You didn't mind. She didn't weigh anything, she was cuddling you so comfortably and her little body was sleeping so nonchalantly that you just held her there and paid attention to Heejin's words, who was telling you about something at work.

Your eyes caught Heeseung's from time to time, and he couldn't help smiling as he looked at you and then at Aimi. Your daughter had liked you and that made Heeseung feel better, maybe the fear had passed and he could talk to you.

"Hey, y/n" Heeseung whispered close to your ear. You did everything you could not to move abruptly and not wake Aimi on your lap, so you just looked at him, noticing that his attention was everywhere but on what was happening in front of him.

Now it was your father who was talking about something you and your brother had done during a family vacation. Heejin laughed, asking something and you simply decided to pay attention to the man next to you.

"I can take her inside, I think I'll put her on the sofa because it's getting cold and your arms will go numb afterward" he kept whispering, making you laugh.

"I'll help you" you also whispered, settling Aimi in your arms and getting up with her still on your lap.

This was quite common, considering that Jay was always the one to take Aimi when Heeseung went to family lunches. But now you were there, placing Aimi on the three-seater sofa, wrapping her in cushions, and taking the blanket from Heeseung's hands to cover her carefully.

"She's beautiful" your voice came out so low, the compliment was so natural that you only noticed when Heeseung leaned his shoulder against yours and let out a low laugh.

"I think I did a good job" you laughed along with him, looking away from the little girl to the boy next to you "Do you have some time for me now?"

"Of course."

It couldn't be put off any longer, you knew he wanted to talk too so maybe it was time since everyone was talking outside and Aimi had gone to sleep. It was just you and Heeseung on the other side of the room so as not to wake the little one.

Being on the smaller sofa had never been a problem, but the proximity to him was what was making you apprehensive. Their legs touching each other, Heeseung's hands searching for something to hold, opting to leave it on his knees as he looked across the room. He looked at his daughter.

"It happened in the famous cliché of the first one-night stand in university" he moistened his lips and laughed humorlessly, then looked at you and bit his lower lip "Aimi's mother didn't want to keep her."

"What?" your eyes widened at that. You noticed that he sighed, perhaps he was about to tell you something difficult, so your instinct was to take one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers and showing that you were right there. Next to him, listening very carefully.

He sighed, taking a little more courage.

Heeseung and Jay had met and it wasn't by chance, they had been assigned roommates in university as soon as Heeseung had been admitted to his course. He and the boys have been inseparable ever since.

Like any university party, which you knew your brother was part of, Heeseung also liked to have fun like any other adult who had just been admitted and wanted to enjoy his youth. But irresponsibility got to him.

Unprotected and fruitless sex only happened in the movies his sister watched, because it wasn't like that with him. Months later, the news that the girl was pregnant devastated him and he wasn't sure what to do, but he thought that they could take care of the baby and that he would be there to help her.

That's not what happened. Heeseung lived on threats all that time.

I don't want to keep this baby unless you stay with me.

It was cruel, she was cruel to Heeseung. But what could he do? That woman was carrying his baby and he could only try to do everything to please her until the child was born. Aimi was beautiful from the first minutes of her life and was the joy of the Lee family.

"I think we should break up" that sentence made Heeseung sigh with relief, he knew it wouldn't last in a relationship that he had sustained only for the sake of the child.

Agreeing was the only right thing to do. But he also didn't know that she would give up any contact with the little girl, literally taking away any responsibility, walking out and never getting involved in the little girl's life since birth.

"The guardianship is completely yours, and she will never go near my niece again" Heejin had done everything since the second she found out she was going to be an aunt, and she had done everything could to make sure that woman would never go near Aimi.

Almost three years passed and he thought it would be difficult, but no. Heeseung was a father – solo – but he had such an immense support network, like his friends, his family, and Jay's family. Aimi didn't miss a mother figure in the slightest because she was surrounded by the love he always knew she never lacked.

Heeseung's fear revolved around any relationship that wouldn't accept his daughter, or that the child's mother would somehow resurface trying to give up something she never had a right to just because he was moving on with his life.

"I don't think you need to worry about that" you said in a low tone, letting him breathe a little after telling most – or almost all – of the story, "Heejin made it very clear and you know how much weight her words carry."

Heeseung laughed.

He clasped his hands even tighter in yours, tilting his head to rest his forehead against yours too.

"Believe me, over the years I've tried to get into relationships and one of them said that I spent more time with Aimi than with her."

"What—" you moved away for a few seconds, just long enough to face Heeseung, and then returned to your starting position, leaning your forehead against his "I think the danger now is that I'll be spending more time with her than with you."

"Will I be double-changed?" false indignation in his voice and Heeseung's hands loosened from his for a brief moment. You would have protested at the loss of contact if it hadn't been for his fingers slowly trailing up your cheek "If that's the case, I'll take it just fine."

"Then start thinking about it, Lee Heeseung."

"I'm thinking, Park Y/n" and then his lips met yours halfway.

A slow kiss and the perfect movement of each other's lips in such calm synchronicity. It was as if they both needed it as their tongues moved slowly, tasting the drink from hours ago and how Heeseung's warm muscle curled into yours. Your hands met his on his face, deepening the kiss even more and letting out a sigh when he slid down the sofa to be even closer to you.

That kiss was on another level, you felt like you were in paradise while Heeseung's lips were still on yours.

He slid his mouth along your jaw and down to your neck, small kisses left on your skin making you shiver completely until they were interrupted by a whimper.

You and Heeseung separated very slowly, both of you looking at the other sofa and noticing that Aimi was starting to cry quietly as she stood up, scratching at her eyes and with her hair completely messed up.

Heeseung got up from the sofa where the two of you were, walked over to his daughter, and bent down in front of her.

"Hi my love, did you have a bad dream?" he asked her, the little girl's eyes going to her father and they were completely watery. She held out her arms for him to take her, and so Heeseung did. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked back, with no reply. Aimi still had a pout on her lips and her eyes were almost streaming with the tears she was holding back.

That was enough for you to pout at the scene in front of you, holding back a scream as Aimi looked at you and her eyes lit up.

Her little arms went out towards you so excitedly that she almost threw herself off Heeseung's lap. You quickly got up from the sofa and picked her up, kissing her on the top of the head before making her lie on your shoulder.

"Sweetie?" Heeseung called out after she had snuggled into your lap.

"I want y/n" she said sleepily, yawning as she lay on your shoulder and practically falling back asleep within seconds.

You and Heeseung looked at each other, holding back a laugh as the little one went back to dreamland after being snuggled in your arms. He approached the two of you, kissing Aimi's cheek and then kissing your forehead before placing his own against it. Faces close together.

"I think I'm getting your daughter for myself" you hummed, kissing his lips in the process.

Heeseung laughed, nodding in denial as you moved away to go to the larger sofa in the living room.

He wanted to deny it and play with you, but seeing Aimi on your lap and that scene in front of him, all the fear Heeseung had was gone for sure.

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[lehguru]

Could you do how one piece characters comfort their crying girlfriend?!:D

CRYING + ONE PIECE MEN

zoro, law, luffy and rosinante comforting you while you're crying!!

info: pure fluff!! i tried to not specify why reader was crying, so it could be as broad as possible, also im aware that the quote by pylades is overused but im in love with it leave me alone (/lh), gender neutral — ko-fi

roronoa zoro froze upon seeing you like that. you were taking way too long to get out of your shared room, you said you were "just changing to something warmer" and taking that amount of time to do so concerned him. when he opened the door, you were kneeling on the floor, your face buried on a pillow against the bed; after hearing his footsteps, you felt even more tears come out of your eyes.

your name fell out of his lips in such a soft and gentle tone, you almost thought it wasn't your boyfriend there. "what happened?" he asked, kneeling next to you and placing a hand on top of your head. you looked up at him, your eyelashes and your undereyes completely wet; you blinked at him, processing his question, and immediately started to cry again. you threw yourself into his arms and he held you, hugging you protectively—one of his arms hugged your waist, while the other cradled your head.

you kept on sobbing against him, hearing the way his heart pounded faster in his chest. zoro was quiet, his eye closed and his jaw was visibly clenched—he wished that he could get all the pain you have and put it on himself, he could handle it for you. "hey," he suddenly said, making his chest rumble, "i'll be here when you're ready to talk about it. or don't want to talk about it– i just... i'm here. for you." the awkwardness of his words made you choke out a giggle and you relaxed in his embrace. everything is going to be fine.

trafalgar d.water law didn't expect you to be the one knocking at his office door. it was late, he thought everyone—he hoped that you were too—fast asleep; upon seeing you passing the door, looking at the floor shyly, he immediately thought something was wrong. "are you okay there?" he asked you and your face immediately scrunched up, tears falling from your eyes. while you buried your face in your hands, law got up from his chair, almost dropping it to the floor. in two quick steps, he reached you and hugged you tightly; you hugged him too, your fingers pressing against his back.

"i-i'm sorry for— 'm sorry i bothered you." you managed to say between sobs, feeling the way he played with your hair to calm you down. he kissed the top of your head, so softly it almost made you melt down. "it's not a bother." he whispered, hugging you a bit tighter. "not if it's you."

he held you like that until your crying got better. pulling away slightly, he put his hands on your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. he hated to see them and hated himself even more for not being able to stop them from falling at all in the first place. "let's go to bed, yeah? we can talk tomorrow, if you want to." you nodded and he picked you up, making his way to your shared bedroom. if he couldn't stop your tears from falling, he would at least cuddle you and make sure you feel comfortable and protected. make sure that you know he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

monkey d.luffy always had the right actions to make you laugh and he made you incredibly happy. that's why it was a shock to him when he saw you crying, alone in the bathroom. it was common for him to come into the bathroom while you were taking a bath, so him opening up the door, saying your name loudly, wasn't a surprise. you tried to wipe away your tears, but it was too late.

"what— are you hurt?" he immediately asked, his usual smile replaced by a frown. he kneeled next to you, one of his hands rested against your cheek, and his eyes scanned your body. you shook your head and tried to smile, but your tears started to flow again. surprising you, luffy got up and left, leaving you alone. even through your soft sobs, you could hear your boyfriend running around the house and it confused you so much, it almost made you forget why you were crying in the first place.

when luffy got back, he picked you up and carried you to the bed, carefully putting the covers over you—his movements were so gentle, it made you smile at the act. once he was satisfied with the little burrito he put you in, he sat down on the bed, his legs crisscrossing. "i don't really know what to do right now, to make you happy again." he spoke up, his big smile back on his face, and petted your head. "and if you don't know either, it's okay. i will just stay here. imma watch out for you and punch away anything that could make you sad." he punched the air and that made you giggle. it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, the comfort of the blankets and tiredness overwhelming you. just like he promised, luffy stayed there until the next morning, sitting next to you.

during your relationship, donquixote rosinante was always good at comforting you. whether it was through words that were exactly what you wanted to hear or through his small clumsy acts, he always managed to comfort you; but it didn't mean that he knew how to act upon seeing you cry.

whenever you cried close to him, he would panic, his heart almost coming out of his mouth as tears of his own started to build up on his eyes. his first instintic was to hug you, but he immediately remember that could make you uncomfortable. breathing in and out, rosinante kneeled in front of you, trying his best to smile and murmur: "is there anything i can do to help you?"

you shook your head, a soft 'i don't know' leaving your lips through a sob, and he hummed. "would cuddling or a hug make you feel lighter?" this time, you nodded and he immediately embraced you, cooing praises and caring words while rubbing circles on your back. he knew that doing just that wouldn't show you the full extent of how much he loves you, how seeing you like that and not knowing why you were crying was like hell to him. if it cheered you up, he would reach inside his chest and give you his heart—it was already yours anyway.

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[4wkjun]

rude | lhs

pairing: lee heeseung × afab!reader

summary: heeseung has never loved anyone as much as he loves y/n. y/n’s father has never hated someone as much as he hates heeseung. but it doesn’t matter, heeseung’s gonna marry y/n anyway.

contains: heeseung riding a motorcycle (🥵), smoking, cursing, toxic father, sugestive.

obvious note: inspired by magic!'s rude (don’t kill the magic, 2014).

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“marry me” heeseung said, looking at you. you were laying on top of him, his own body occupying at least 80% of his mattress. you laughed, covering his mouth with your hand.

“stop saying that!”

“i’ll stop when you say yes” he said in a muffled tone behind your palm. his long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he kissed your palm before removing your hand from his lips. his other hand held your lowerback as he turned the both of you on the mattress, laying your head in his arm. “you know i can make you happy.”

“you already make me happy, lee heeseung.” heeseung sighed, frustrated at your answer. you chuckled and lifted your head a little to peck his lips. “it’s getting late. c’mon, i gotta go home.”

“why can’t you sleep over?” heeseung asked and tightened his grip around your body, not letting you get up.

“you know why...”

“your dad is not a good reason. gimme a good reason.”

“well, when he is the one who pays for my bills, he is a good reason.”

heeseung pouted.

“i can pay your bills” he said, smiling. you laughed, shaking your head. “if i give you my credit card, will you stay?”

“oh, please. i already love you for free” you said. he smiled big. “hee, i want to stay” you said and your thumb circled his bottom lip when his smile faded. “but you know i can’t, my dad’s gonna kill you.”

“worth the price” he sighed.

you smiled, getting rid of his grip. heeseung groaned when he saw you reaching for your purse sitting on his chair, knowing you’d walk home by yourself if he didn’t drive you. he got up behind you, upset because he couldn’t even spend the night with his girl.

heeseung parked his motorcycle in front of your gate, waiting until your feet reached the floor before getting out himself. you smiled when he took his helmet, fixing his smooth hair – or at least trying to, because the wind wouldn’t stop blowing. he looked so good like that, still holding onto his helmet, his leather jacket zipped up to his chin, trying to protect him from the cold wind announcing the autumn was coming to an end. the sunset was so pretty, reflecting golden streaks of light into his beautiful skin.

“are you cold?” he asked, his gaze fixed on your face. his hands fixed your sweater, pulling the collar up to protect more of your skin. “i know you hate the wind when riding, i tried to come as slowly as possible...”

he pouted, now focused on fixing your wild hair post-helmet. you smiled, holding his waist. your hands felt cold inside of the gloves and your face hurt as if all of your blood disappeared, but your heart always felt warm next to heeseung.

“i love you” you said, your eyes fixed on his. he lowered his gaze to meet yours, smiling.

“and i love you, silly.”

in your tiptoes, you reached his neck and pulled him closer to kiss his lips. he kissed you back, his hands holding you in place for a little longer than needed. you chuckled when he let you get away from his touch.

“go, get inside and take a warm bath. i’ll wait you get inside” he said.

as always, you waved to him while closing the gate, his smile never fading until you closed it entirely.

heeseung sighed, leaning against his motorcycle and taking the cigarettes pack out of his pocket. with the cigarette between his freezing lips, he searched for the lighter inside of his pockets. it took him a while to find it and when he lifted it up to his face, he saw your dad’s car pulling over.

“fuck” he groaned, finally lightning his cigarette. the smoke filled his insides, warming up. heeseung watched closely as his lovely father-in-law got out of the car, closing it behind him. he let the smoke out of his mouth, making a cloud. “what’s up?” he grinned.

your father sighed, clearly annoyed.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, cutting to the chase.

“just passing by” heeseung shrugged. he couldn’t tell your father he just dropped your by, he didn’t know you spent almost everyday with heeseung in his house.

“if you’re planning on taking y/n out, drop it. she’s not going anywhere with you, specially at this time.”

heeseung checked his clock between his puffs. 18:02. he laughed.

“don’t worry, old man. before you notice, we’ll be a married couple” heeseung started, taking his time with his last puff. he let the smoke out slowly, directing it towards your father’s face. your father tried to fan the smoke away with his hand, his eyebrows frowned. “i’ll let you visit us, though. even past six.”

heeseung smimed at him, throwing the rest of the cigarette on the sidewalk. as your father filled his lungs to start speaking, heeseung grabbed his helmet, ready to leave.

“she’s not gonna marry someone like you. i’ll never get you my blessing.”

“we don’t need your blessing, we need a priest” he responded, getting on top of his motorcycle again. he laughed at your father’s facial expression before actually leaving.

it was half past three in the morning when heeseung finished his shift at the bar, tired as hell. he drove straight home and doze off without even a shower, completely worn-out. he woke up around noon, his phone blowing up with random texts you sent, just like every morning. he smiled at his phone, finding amusing a specific text you sent: “did you see my father yesterday?” he opted for speaking about this when you got out of class. heeseung took a long shower and cooked a quick meal for the both of you before taking off to pick you up.

you felt like you could almost drool at the sight of heeseung riding that motorcycle, with his usual leather jacket and skinny jeans. unfortunately, the other girls waiting for their rides also could drool at the sight of him. you almost lost your shit when one of them said “i wish he was picking me up like this.”

heeseung knew the thirsty girls around you made you go nuts, so everytime he parked to wait for you, he would take his helmet off so he could peck your lips, allowing you to show them he’s yours.

the drive back to his place was chill, he would rub your hands around his waist at every red light, trying to keep you warmer. you waited until he properly parked the motorcycle in his driveway before throwing yourself in his arms, kissing his lips.

“i missed you” you muffled before kissing him again. heeseung chuckled, kissing you back. he caressed your hair when you let go of him, smiling.

“i missed you too.”

he held your hand as you walked into his apartment complex, taking a good look at your ass while you walked in front of him in the stairs.

“so” you started, taking your shoes off and placing your helmet inside of the tiny closet in the hall. “did you meet my dad yesterday?”

“it’s more of he met me” heeseung answered, laughing behind you. he followed your steps, putting his helmet away along with his shoes. “i was outside and he arrived, that’s all.”

you hummed.

“why?” heeseung asked, reaching for his pack of cigarettes on top of the table. “did he say something?” he mumbled, holding that damn cigarette between his lips.

you sighed, walking towards his mini kitchen – pretty much delimited by his counter. you reached for the top shelf while scolding heeseung:

“what do i have to do for you to stop smoking?”

heeseung laughed, letting go a cloud of smoke towards the opened window he was standing next to.

“say you’ll marry me and i quit right now.” you sighed again, placing the plates you just grabbed on the counter. “won’t you answer my question?”

“to marry you?”

“hmm, i was talking about what your dad said about me, but... y’know” he said, puffing the cigarette again. the nicotine rush made him feel completely calm and relaxed, but he meant it. if to you said yes, he’d quit immediately.

you turned around with a plate in your hand, opening the budaejjigae pan. as you filled your plate, you said:

“he said something among the lines of my boyfriend being disrespectful towards him and i should leave him, just the usual” you shrugged. heeseung laughed, shaking his head as he exhaled the smoke again. “did you say something i should worry about this time?”

“no” heeseung said before inhaling and exhaling again. “just told him he won’t have to worry about controlling the time you go out with me in a while...”

“let me guess” you said, putting one of the plates on the counter and grabbing the other one to fill with food. “because we’re gonna get married?”

“yeah” heeseung smiled. after two seconds, his smile faded. “i mean... you’re always rejecting my “proposals” and i assumed you were joking because we’re young and... i don’t know, do you actually want to marry me someday?”

you turned around, only to face heeseung with a worried expression on his face, still sucking onto that damn cigarette.

“of course i do, heeseung” you said, serious. “i just can’t run away and marry you right now, but i dream about the day i’ll be able to say yes.”

“oh” he said after exhaling the smoke for the nth time. “i thought you were like bella in eclipse.”

you let out a loud laugh, walking towards him. ignoring the smoke on his tongue, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. he smiled during the kiss, throwing his cigarette down the window to properly wrap his arms around you. he loved you so much.

you were only officially “allowed” to see heeseung during weekends. he would call an uber to your place and pretend as if he didn’t give your personal helmet as soon as he bought his motorcycle so you could ride with him. he would get inside, greet your lovely mom, your annoying younger brother, pretend he could deal with your father and leave as soon as possible, desperate to kiss your lips. however, when you and heeseung were walking towards the door, your father stopped you.

“we need to talk.”

“right now?” you whined. “we have thirty minutes to be inside of the movie theater, dad.”

“the movie can wait, y/n. i pay for your credit card, i can afford to lose the money of a ticket.”

heeseung fought the urge to flip your dad off and tell you to get your stuff upstairs so you could move in with him.

“sit down” your father pointed to the couch in front of him. you and heeseung took a seat, heeseung already running out of patience. “you know, y/n... i ran across heeseung smoking in front of our house a couple of days ago. he said something about marrying you. did you accept marrying this man without my approval?”

“i didn’t. not yet.”

“not yet? do you want me to ground you?”

heeseung took a deep breath and bit his cheek. he needed to smoke immediately or at least punch your dad in the face, otherwise we would lose his shit.

“ground me?” you laughed. “i’m 21. you can’t ground me.”

“i can stop paying for all of your crap and let you starve while you do that shitty university course – which i pay for the tuition.”

“she doesn’t need your money, mr. choi.”

you tried your best not to slap heeseung and say: i do, actually.

“oh, yeah? and who’s gonna provide for her? you? a barman?”

your blood boiled inside of your veins. “stop talking about him like this, dad. you’re no better than him.” your dad scoffed.

“that’s ok, love. he wouldn’t understand what it means to really love someone” heeseung said, caressing your head as he always did.

“no, this is not ok. i’m in love with heeseung, dad. i’ll go anywhere he goes.”

heeseung smiled at your sudden confession. your mother and brother watched the whole show from the kitchen, afraid to step in.

“oh, yeah? then grab your things and go.”

“fine” you said, getting up and pulling heeseung’s hand. he followed you towards the stairs, proud but worried. you slammed the door behind your back and locking it. heeseung stood there, confused. “help me get that bag on the top shelf” you said, sliding the door of your closet.

“babe, wait...” heeseung started. he grabbed your hands, stopping you from walking around the room. “take a deep breath. are you sure you wanna do this?”

“why? aren’t you the one who asked me to marry you literally everyday?” you asked, confused. heeseung pulled you close, hugging your tiny torso.

“yeah, of course. i dream about marrying you everyday, baby. but... your father provides you a lifestyle i won’t be able to continue. i am a barman at the end of the day, love. i’m afraid i won’t be enough.” your eyes filled with tears as you hugged him back.

“you are enough, hee. i don’t need a fancy house or diamond earrings as birthday gifts. i need you. only you.” heeseung smiled against your hair, kissing the top of your head right after.

“ok, then... let’s make your bags and leave, hm?” he said, slowly getting away from your figure. as you turned around, heeseung searched through his pockets inside of his signature leather jacket. you heard the sound of the leather rubbing against itself, turning around.

“you’re not gonna smoke right now, are you? we’re gonna asphyxiate here.” heeseung laughed, kneeling down.

“i’m not looking for my lighter, babe” he said, pulling a tiny box inside of his inner pocket. “i’ve been keeping this around for a while now, waiting for the right moment... honestly, this seems like a point of no return of our lives, so... y/n, will you marry me?”

the next three weeks were though, but you loved them. heeseung lived in a tiny apartment – really tiny with only one bedroom, a single bed, a bathroom of the size of your actuall mattress and a kitchen you could barely cook in – but now that it was also your apartment, everything felt different. you enjoyed the nights you spent smashed against heeseung’s chest, and enjoyed even more the nights he smashed you against that mattress with no intention of sleeping at all. you loved coming home, taking a shower and dressing your clothes that were tidy inside of heeseung’s wardrobe. you loved cooking and cleaning the tiny house while heeseung worked at the bar of the club, saving all of his tips for you. you loved that he actuall quit smoking right after you said yes.

right after you shoved all of your bags inside of his small living room, heeseung drove you to the official registry so you could pick a date to get married. heeseung paid for the fee right on the spot, surprising the employee behind that desk. the two of you called your closest friends to attend the wedding at witnesses and now you were ready to take this step.

“maybe i should be at jay’s right now” heeseung said, zipping your white dress for you. “the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding!”

you laughed, putting your earrings on in front of the mirror. “we don’t need any of this superstition, baby. we’re gonna be happy no matter what, remember? you’ve been telling me that all of the time since we started dating.”

“yep, saying the same thing for about four years paid it’s price” you laughed, turning around to kiss his lips.

three hours later, the both of you signed all of the papers you needed and exchanged your rings. with a lovely kiss and weird applause from your best friends, you and heeseung were officially married.

“i told you i was gonna marry you anyway” he whispered against your lips. you smiled, kissing him again.

he did say it, a million times. and you realized as time went by that he was actually right. you moved out of that tiny house, he got a more stable job, you graduated and started working in your field. sometimes the money was indeed a problem, but by the end, everything was worth it.

heeseung is worth it.

[prettieangel]

Dark husband's brother wonbin,who always looks at reader with lustful eyes, his touch lingering on her exposed skin for too long. Tries to get close with her whenever she's alone in kitchen preparing family dinner. Family members often ask wonbin when he's going to get married? The thing is he doesn't wanna marry someone who's not reader. So he always dodge that question.

So one day he send his brother to other city for business meeting on purpose. Wonbin went to their house knowing reader must be all alone. Reader is hesitant but let him inside the house anyways. Wonbin wastes no time and pinned her to kitchen counter. He confess how much he love her and can't marry someone who's not her. She told him get off of him she's married.

That's where wonbin threatened 'what would you do if your husband dies?' Yups he plans on killing his brother so he can have her. He's total psyho.

(I'm glad you're loving my ideas, sweetie 😘)

_🎀

“i’ll release asks tonight” and it’s 7am… sorry for the delay LMAOO omg i’m so sorry ml please forgive me :(( 💔 this may be my only ask for right now but later i got the rest in the bag 🫡

warnings: threats, slight manipulation (?????man idk /lh), wonbin doesn’t know what personal space is AT ALL

wonbin always threw you off. always lingering around you, always trying to get closer, eyes always staring far too long in places he wasn’t supposed to look. it was like he pretended his brother, your husband, never existed. still, you put up with it. he was your brother in law for god’s sake. he couldn’t be that bad.

though now, you were trapped against the counter, wonbin standing in front of you, hands on either side of you and settled on the granite countertops. if you felt uneasy about him before, then you definitely felt absolutely terrified now. what were his intentions?..

“i can’t marry anyone that isn’t you..” he murmurs, his eyes trailing from yours, drifting to your lips then to your chest, the deep v-line shirt you were wearing barely doing much to hide anything. he was looking over you like you were a piece of meat, and it made you feel absolutely disgusted, grimacing as you attempt to move away and hide from his gaze. but it was nearly impossible, especially since you were trapped between him and the counter.

you shook your head, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding before gulping, fingers gripping at the edge of the counter. “wonbin.. please get away from me,” you say, hoping that he’d listen. that he’d leave you alone and take the fucking hint. but he stays, head tilting and eyes moving back up to look into yours. “I’m married to your brother.” you finish, but again, he doesn’t care, hand moving to trail up your thigh, his touch cold against your warm skin as he leans in.

“what would you do if your husband dies?” he says, the warmth of his breath causing you to shiver, shaky gasp leaving your mouth. wait, what? “what if i kill him?” he grins, pretty but sick, gripping the skin of your thigh before pulling back to gauge your reaction, laughing at the petrified look on your face. he was willing to kill his brother, for you.

“you know what all i’d do for you?” he asks, expression calm but eyes crazed. now that you were here. now that you were alone with him and in his sight, he didn’t want to lose you, and especially not to his asshole of a brother. both hands move up, gripping your shoulders. his hold was tight, painful, stunning you into complete shock and silence. “i’m not letting anyone else that’s not me be with you. you belong to me.” and you could tell he meant that, that he was fucking crazy, mental, hair falling in front of his eyes. if he was willing to kill for you, you only imagine what else he’d do.

“you do know that, right?” he murmurs, watching with satisfaction as you reluctantly nod, clearly not trying to test him. “good girl, so smart, so obedient..” his hand moves up to softly brush your hair out of your face, a lot more gentle than the way he squeezed your shoulders, as if he was terrified you’d disappear right in front of him. always a man of his word, he was gonna make you his, and no husband nor brother would stop that.

[hihomeghere]

Hhi

Uhhh lh!Arthur with uhm nervous anxious reader on a job bc idk why you wouldn't be nervous around this cowboy. Prompt 4 pls

- 🍀 if I don't mind.

Hope you enjoy! Word count : 800, just a little guy Prompts : #4 “god, here- just hold my hand." Warnings/Tags : LowHonor! Arthur, cursing, mention of death, guns, a noose, reader has a panic attack

The walls to the small cabin were closing in around you as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Your hands were pressed flat against the splintered wood panels, your chest rising and falling harshly.

“Jesus, shut up.” Arthur hissed, pulling his bandana down from his face. The fabric bunching up around his neck as he covered your mouth with his hand. You could hear the hooves of horses drawing nearer, the law. The scent of metal and gunpowder overwhelmed your senses as Arthur tried to muffle your ragged breaths. 

“I- I can’t-“ You panted, “I can’t breathe-“ You pulled his hand away, taking in mouthfuls of air. 

“You’re gonna get us killed.” He hissed, his bright eyes flashing with fear as he looked from you to one of the clouded windows.

It should have been an easy job, should have. A stagecoach that you had been watching for the last two weeks. It was never heavily guarded, maybe one or two gunmen. You’d followed them a few times and they always went to the bank in Valentine, then to Rhodes. There were blind spots in the plains where you could intercept them as they went to Rhodes. It’d be easy money and an easy way to impress a certain cowboy. You’d had your sights set on Arthur from the moment you saw him. Sure, he was surly and sometimes harsh, but never down right cruel. At least not to the women around camp. He was strong, cunning, calculating, and ruggedly handsome. Anytime his piercing gaze fell on you it was like falling through the ice into a freezing lake. You were smitten, a fool for falling for the man whose heart had long been six feet under. 

Foolish for wanting to prove yourself to a man who didn’t give two shits about you. Now you were gonna die, whether by a bullet or noose you didn’t know. Neither sounded very pleasant. 

“Fuck- fuck I’m sorry.” 

“Shut up.” He growled, his hands grabbing your shoulders as he forced you to look at him. “You gotta pull your head outta your ass and be quiet.” He whispered. They were on top of you now, you could hear the whine of their horses as they turned down the dirt path. “Understand?” He hissed, but you could barely hear him over the pounding of your heart in your ears. “Christ, here- just hold my hand.” He grabbed your hand in his. Pulling you out of your trance as you looked down at your intertwined fingers. His hands were as big as you’d imagined, dwarfing yours as he laced your fingers through his own. They were far from smooth, calloused from years of labor. But good lord they were warm. Even if his gaze chilled you to the bone, the heat that came off of him warmed you to your core. 

You found your breaths coming easier, quieter. You could hear the men’s voices, brash as they yelled to one another. Arthur held his breath, squeezing your hand tightly. The horses started again, you caught a glimpse of them as they passed by the clouded window. Neither of you said a word, until the pounding of their hooves was barely a whisper. 

You moved to get up but Arthur’s grip on you tightened. 

“You ain’t that stupid are you?” He whispered, pulling you closer to him.

“They’re gone ain’t they?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you looked up at him.

“They could come back at any moment. We’ll wait here til the sun's down.” He ordered, and for a moment you caught a glimpse of Dutch. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was now that Arthur was Dutch and Hosea’s protégé. 

You were silent, hanging your head. You supposed you had gotten your wish, all you wanted was to spend some time alone with Arthur. If only you hadn’t been so stupid, you trailed too close, and as luck would have it they had doubled their guns.

If Arthur hadn't been there…

You clenched your jaw, the familiar prickle of tears stinging your nose and eyes. Your eyes were drawn further down as Arthur’s thumb began to rub the back of your hand. You sniffled, unable to help it as snot began to run down your nostrils. You wiped your nose with your sleeve, feeling Arthur’s eyes on you.

“We still got the money.” His rough voice cut through the thick silence, pulling your gaze towards him. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he had his eyes on the door. 

“I guess we did.” You said softly, his words taking the weight off of your heavy heart. Arthur wasn’t a man of many words, but those five words had meant more to you than you could describe. 

Maybe it wasn’t all bad, you definitely hadn’t impressed him. But you’d embarrass yourself ten more times if you could have his hand in yours.

[sniper-gihun-xix]

Sangihun is so special to me because the only life Sangwoo valued other than his own was Gihun’s and while that’s technically morally wrong, he’s also not wrong for having his priorities in a death game.

I just find it so endearing how he was willing to do anything it took to get out of there with Gihun, even if it meant getting his hands bloody. He was already feeling guilt from breaking the law and being on the run from the police, he wasnt sadistic, he was desperate. If he didnt feel like he had to betray and kill other people, he most likely wouldnt have.

But it was all for him. For Gihun.

But Cam, he fought Gihun in the last game.

Yes. That’s true, and I think its because he felt Gihun deserved to let his feelings of resentment out on him. Sangwoo knew he looked like the bad guy to Gihun at that point, so he wanted Gihun to let all his aggression out. He also knew that if he didnt play or fight Gihun, the guards would kill them both. And Sangwoo didn’t want that.

Sangwoo knew he did morally wrong things, and that he deserved anything Gihun could throw at him. After all, some of those people were Gihun’s friends. He felt so much guilt and shame up to this point that he was fine with whatever punches Gihun could throw.

It wasn’t a fight against Gihun. It was a fight for Gihun.

When Sangwoo lied there on the ground, sopping wet and tired from the fight, he was already thinking about all the ways he had made Gihun upset and all the sins he had committed. There was no way he could’ve lived with himself knowing he hurt his first love to this degree, even if his intentions were to save them both.

Anyway, sangihun rant of the day. Im SICK of these two/lh/j

[charles-smith-pillow-princess]

(LH!Arthur/Charles, same AU as heaven knows, Explicit)

John’s gun shop heist in Saint Denis went about as well as all the gang’s jobs had been going, recently. Sour and ugly, ending with Charles and Arthur crouching behind a stack of crates after ducking into a dockside warehouse to escape the pursuing lawmen. 

Arthur hunched up behind Charles, pressed low as Charles dared a peek around the corner. “They gone?”

Charles nodded, intent as the last blue-suited lawman rounded the corner. “Think they’re heading for the train station.”

“Good.” Sneaky fingers crept from Charles’ waist down the join of his hip, smoothing against the sweat-damp front of his trousers. 

Charles smacked at Arthur’s hands, huffing when the cowboy just tightened his grip. Charles oofed as Arthur leaned more of his weight onto his back, pressing Charles’ chest to the heavy wooden crate. 

“The hell, Arthur—”

“Been a while since I checked ya,” Arthur cut him off, humping forward so the thick, hot line of his cock pressed against Charles’ ass. “You been behavin’, Mr. Smith?”

Charles’ ears burned as he shifted, humiliatingly aware of the thick, wooden plug inside him. He’d worn the damn thing for days now, as instructed—not that Arthur needed to know that.

Hot as it got him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to feed the outlaw’s already inflated confidence by letting him know Charles was actually going along with his perverted game. 

“Is now the time?” he hedged, shifting.

Arthur pressed closer, working a burly arm under Charles’ waist to thumb the buttons of his trousers open, proprietary. 

A deep, heady need swelled on Charles’ belly, warming him. The easy assurance of the gesture, the casual possessiveness of Arthur’s hand undoing his belt—

It felt good, despite it all. Being so wholly wanted.

“Ain’t like we’re goin’ nowhere,” Arthur drawled, sure fingers working Charles’ pants and drawers down over his ass to bunch at midthigh. “‘Sides, watching you work always gets my blood up. Thinkin’ we can work off some steam while we wait for the law to lose our scent.”

Charles swallowed, mouth dry as Arthur’s fingertips trailed up the bared skin of his inner thigh, tickling close to his hardening cock. “It occur to you that running away’s gonna be a lot harder with our pants down around our knees?”

“I got every confidence in your abilities, sunshine. They don’t know we’re here. All you gotta do is keep quiet and we’ll be just fine.”

“You’re a fool.”

Arthur chucked, low and filthy. He gripped Charles tight, giving his cock a few rough, possessive pumps. “Fool for you, maybe. And that sweet ass of yours. Speaking of—you been good for me?”

Charles gave in. He let himself go lax against the crate, spreading his legs as far as his bunched-up trousers would let him. “Find out for yourself.”

Arthur pressed his hungry, coyote grin against Charles’ throat. “Atta girl.” 

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Charles bit his own fist, choking on a shaky gasp as Arthur fucked the thick plug in and out of his ass. 

“Lookit you, angel,” Arthur purred, low and hot, sweet as molten sugar in Charles’ ear. His warm breath stirred the baby hairs escaping Charles’ braid, tickling against the sensitive skin. Charles shivered, biting back another groan when Arthur eased the plug out, quickly plunging three thick fingers in third-knuckle deep to replace it.

Arthur pulled and stretched at the wet pliancy of Charles’ hole, humming in satisfaction at the lewd, soft squelching of slick, warm flesh yielding to his attention. 

“So soft and wet,” Arthur rumbled, nibbling the shell of Charles’ ear as his prey twitched and gasped under his weight, helpless to do anything but let Arthur have his way. “Such a good little pussy. Such a perfect slut.”

“C’mon,” Charles bit out, lashes fluttering when Arthur pressed hard against his prostate. His stomach jumped at the slick pleasure that climbed lazily from his spine to his scalp. A hot, tingling charge of electricity jolted through him as Arthur finger-fucked him roughly. “Stop teasin’, you sunova—”

“The mouth on you,” Arthur chuckled, withdrawing his fingers with a wet pop! “I gotcha, sunshine.” 

Charles groaned quietly, biting his lip as his hole clenched weakly on nothing, lube leaking in a slow, sticky trickle down his thigh. He felt so empty, the ache of it searing his gut with relentless heat. 

Arthur ran a proprietary hand over Charles’ hip, soothing. Charles shivered at the soft clink of the other man undoing his buckle, the gentle whisper of leather against denim as Arthur pulled his belt loose. 

Arthur leaned in close as he guided his plush cockhead to rut up between Charles’ cheeks, teasing. He hooked his big, rough thumb into the wet gape of Charles’ hole, tugging him even further open. 

“Hold tight, angel,” Arthur whispered in Charles’ ear, scraping the soft skin of his earlobe with his teeth. “Gonna fill you up right.” 

Charles nodded, wordless as he tightened his grip on the crate, pushing back into the effortless stretch of Arthur’s big, heavy cock fucking into him. 

“Such an easy cunt,” Arthur bit out, voice tight as he thrust forward. “So soft and wet, such a sweet, hot lil’ hole—” 

John’s broken-glass voice pierced the muggy murmur of the dock traffic outside, hissing loud throughout the warehouse. “Charles! Arthur! Where are you fools?”

Arthur pressed his sweaty forehead to the bared skin of Charles’ neck, cursing. “Of all the fuckin—”

Charles snapped a hand out, snagging Arthur by the belt-loop, pulling him in tight as Arthur made to push off of him. “Keep going.”

Arthur shook his head, helplessly humping forward with a strangled moan. “John—”

Charles spread his thighs against the straining fabric of his trousers, clenching down. “Won’t find us if you shut up.”

Arthur whined like a kicked dog, hand digging into Charles’ hip. He nodded, scraping a whiskery kiss against the knob of Charles’ spine. 

“Yessir,” he panted, as he resumed fucking Charles against the crate, obedient.

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They found John twenty minutes later, arms crossed as he fumed on a bench across from the horses. 

The lanky gunslinger fixed them with a glare. “Where the hell did you two go?”

Charles shrugged, nonchalant. The thick plug was seated back in place, pressed there by a greedy Arthur after the cowboy had spent inside him.

Charles managed to suppress a wince as he hauled himself up onto Taima, wrists sore from bracing himself across the crate. Arthur’d done good work, as evidenced by the stiff way the older outlaw held his back as he mounted Maeve.

“Took a detour.”

[koralkoffee]

Mr. Kilgore, Sir. (Chapter four)

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three

PLEASE READ: This is a SEQUEL. Please read Mr. Callahan, Sir, before continuing.

❈.. pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

❈.. chapter wc: 5,818

❈.. warnings: Arthur Morgan/Reader, Arthur Morgan/Female Reader, Arthur Morgan, Original Male Character, Dutch van der Linde, Tacitus Kilgore, Angelo Bronte, Low Honor Arthur Morgan, LH Arthur Morgan, Medium Honor Arthur Morgan, MH Arthur Morgan, slow burn, self-loathing, fear, anxiety, stress, panic, typical Victorian woman sexual-repression, panic attack, possessive behavior, manhandling, dry humping, frottage, blood and injury, physical violence, threats, death threats, harassment, intimidation

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❈.. summary- Will you be able to get to Bronte in time? ❈.. proofread by: @indiedadrock ❈.. banners by: @cafekitsune | @bernardsbendystraws | @omi-resources

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Your face tightens with fear as you glance over your shoulder at Arthur. His eyes flick from you to Dutch, then drop to the floor. You see the muscles in his jaw flex as he thinks, but to your dismay, he gives a shallow nod and slowly turns toward the door. He looks both ways down the hall and steps into the opening—Bronte’s man is still gone. You whip your head around at the sound of Dutch’s heavy footfall, your mouth opening and closing as he closes in.

“My, my,” Dutch chuckles darkly, his eyes narrowing as he flicks cigar ash onto the carpet. “Took me a minute, but I remember you.” You’re frozen, unable to move, only able to watch and feel as the tips of his boots knock into yours. He takes a long drag, never breaking eye contact, then blows the smoke into your face. You cough and turn away, but he grabs your bicep, forcing you to stay still as he continues to study you.

He wasn’t sure if you looked familiar when he first saw you at the meeting with Bronte, thinking you must’ve been a common face. He nearly remembered when you addressed him upon entering the room, but he knew for certain when you greeted Arthur—he had never told you his name. He forced himself to remain calm, excusing himself to the balcony to think before acting. He needed to be sure. And when he heard the last bit of your conversation with Arthur as he approached the slightly open balcony door, his suspicions were confirmed.

“You haven’t changed one bit, have you?” You struggle against his grasp, and he links his arm through yours, pulling you into his chest and locking you in place. “Still a rat.”

“I’ll scream!” You writhe again, but your eyes go wide as Dutch lowers his cigar, bringing it close to the skin of your arm, near enough to feel the heat.

“No, you won’t,” he says plainly, watching your eyes flick from his face to the burning embers. “We went lookin’ for you after we busted out of the hole they had us shackled in. You’re a hard girl to find.”

You were found, though. The memory of Arthur’s bloodied face that winter’s night flashes before you. Your head starts to turn towards Arthur in question, but your eyes stay locked on Dutch, afraid to look away. “W-why?”

“Why?” Dutch scoffs, incredulous, as if it’s absurd you’d even ask. “You were the only one who knew about us, woman! You ratted us out to the law!”

You shake your head in denial, whimpering as Dutch snarls and uncoils his arm from yours, seizing your wrist and squeezing it painfully in front of your face. “I didn’t—!”

“Do not deny your actions! We were careful, we were deliberate—we were damn near perfect! Then we were set up and ambushed. Tell me now—how did that happen?”

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[bisexualmcqueen]

So since the cars are partly biological as well as mechanical, could anthrax and other bacteria pose a threat to them?

YES >:)

tho i cant say i know much about toxins i'd have to research that

presumably, they'd have some similar but overall a very different set of things considered 'toxic' to their biology. their blood alone, ichor, is already a deadly poison to many types of nonmechanical life.

but until last november, during a sims 4 incident, i was actually FULLY against [IN MY OWN HEAD-CANON INSIDE MY HEAD, not against other ppl believing what they want. do what u want forever.] 'cars can get sick with viruses and bacteria.' but that sims 4 day changed my mind.

i used to not like other stuff for the cars actually, i used to also be of the belief they only consumed motor fluids like oil/coolant. and now i make them eat raw fish every chance i get /lh

another thing i used to be afraid to do with the cars was submerge them in water (for fear of killing them... dont drive your real-life car into water deeper than a few inches!!), and then i read this fic by @/whipplefilter that opened my eyes.

stuff like consuming food, swimming, and infection are just weird magical 'suspend your disbelief' things that come along with the cartoon cars! (like how do they move their METAL bumpers to talk?? its just a law of the 'magic system' within the framework of this world!)

but more importantly- being less-rigid with these elements opens new avenues to tell stories. and ive been having so much fun with them. in fact, that sims incident led me a few months later to writing the first multichapter entry of the apocalypse AU- its 7k words long so far and not even half-done yet.

exclusive WIP snippet!! :

sadly no ETA on when this fic will post, it needs a few more character scenes + action scenes to round out the narrative!

yep. a LMQ sickfic hahahahaa >:) i am having so much fun. (this one is more ambiguous but theres both organic+mechanical issues present. i have at least 2 other LMQ sickfic WIPs.)

generally tho, organic threats would mainly only affect their organic systems, and electrical/mechanical problems would affect the rest of their bodies. the systems are interconnected by way of the ichor-vascular-CNS, so if one part of the organism is ill/injured, it can affect both parts of their biology to a degree. (its not halves really, the cars are probably at maximum 20% organic. and their 'flesh' is not made of the same stuff ours is anyway).

so yeah, i just love to find new ways to put these characters into challenging situations! and sometimes that includes giving them pneumonia or poisoning them or drowning them carstyle. the battle for the piston cup knows no bounds

Thanks for the ask!

[boo-hoo-hooligan]

TF2 transformers au yapping

also this is continuity soup because canon is my whore. if anyone mentions sticky or sparklings on here i will spontaneously combust

i think everyone would be unaligned guys who (mostly) stayed out of the war's way. some maybe decepticon or autobot leaning. i think reliable demolition excavation could be like a thingy where the mercs are there to test weapons, which RED sells to both Autobots and Decepticons. or maybe it could be just normal human Admin and Pauling and Mann Co. and all that who keep the mercs hidden from the government in return for them to fight each other and help test out weapons inspired by their technology. maybe a combination of the two.

they'd probably be a team kind of like the scavengers in IDW. a bunch of random guys from all over cybertron who work for whoever they see fit. their only allegiance is to getting paid and to whichever side they find most beneficial at the time. that, or they just stay the hell out of the war's way.

scout... not much ideas for him. either a jet or a racer, leaning towards jet 'cause of double jump. most people make him a motorcycle, which is understandable. he'd be something small, light, flashy, and quick. his 'brothers' could be like, just a bunch of buddies. maybe his Ma is a parental-ish teacher who taught them all to fight. she could be the leader of some type of mafia or something, maybe involved with the Maximus Mafia.

probably from a lower-class place like Tarn or Blaster City

i feel like most of his brothers would have died early on, no matter what side they were on, but scout (who was on the autobots) got out of there as soon as possible and became a mercenary.

maybe soldier tried to join the autobots, but they didn't let him, but he always brags about being an 'autobot general' and yaps about 'the front lines'. says he knew Optimus at times. probably would have tried to be a law-enforcer, too, but was forced to become something in the military because. y'know. functionism.

as for alt mode....... hm. tank, probably.

engie would definitely be smaller than a normal bot. i wouldn't say minibot, though, since i couldn't find out where smaller bots are in the caste system. maybe his alt-mode would be like, a small pick-up truck, like those tiny japanese ones. his sentries n shit would probably be small robots he makes in hopes of creating mechanical life without a spark.

he'd probably be a renowned engineer. rich, too. high-ish caste. probably autobot-leaning, supplied weapons for a while but then fucked off to do his own thing.

medic would've been a reject from med school (duh). but i can't make up my mind on whether he was rejected because of functionalism or insanity... hm. he reminds me of pharma. medic would definitely switch up the parts, t-cogs, vital organs, etc. of the other mercs.

he would be either fascinated by sniper or have created sniper. i have a feeling he'd have made sniper out of old predacon bones. everyone would be so amazed and the senate would be like 'HE'S CONSPIRING AGAINST US HE WANTS TO MAKE AN ARMY OF PREDACONS TO OVERTHROW US HE'S A DECEPTICON SCUM AAAAAA' so after he does a procedure that normally the senate would cover up, they're just like EW LOOK AT THAT GUY HE REMOVED A MECH'S PROTOFORM DON'T YOU HATE HIM so he gets his medical license revoked and he and sniper become outcasts.

his doves, all of which are minibots (like tfp lazerbeak) , make up his tailcoat. he probably rescued them from an abusive 'owner' (likely killed the mech too lmao). kind of the relationship between soundwave and the cassettes.

he'd be an ambulance... duh /lh. maybe he'd have had a high class in society, then lost it all after the senate senated all over the place

pyro would be an empurat, methinks. definitely shadowplayed, maybe a tad glitched in the processor/optics (pyrovision). it would be sooo funny if pyro was a firetruck but i'll resist the urge to make them one. i feel like they'd be a really big oven. definitely decepticon-leaning.

pyro being an empurat would help play into why everyone's scared of them, since mechs are made to think that they're dangerous irredeemable criminals, and most, like medics, i think have coding to stop them from helping an empurat.

heavy could be a revolutionary, methinks. kind of like megatron. it would make sense if he were forced to fight for entertainment, since gulags were labor camps, and if you translate that into transformers he'd have been a revolutionary who was forced into being a gladiator. or someone affiliated with a revolutionary who then got stuck in all that crap, and then pulled down with that revolutionary.

i feel like his mother is an older bot who took care of him since he was a protoform, and his sisters are probably other younger bots his mother also took in. he'd probably be a wrecker-type build. very big, too. he'd probably be decepticon-leaning neutral (because boooo senate), but cared too much about his family that he stayed away from the war.

probably a monstertruck-type alt mode.

i feel like sniper would be a predacon, likely a skinnier one, since that could play into being an outcast, all that new zealand stuff, etc. revived by medic, as said before. or someshit. idk. either hate medic or have confused feelings about him. never fit in anywhere, maybe he'd feel a sort of kinship with mechs who had animalistic alt-modes. he'd be completely neutral, in my opinion.

demoman could maybe be a cold construct created solely to make and launch bombs (warframe), or a noble scientist. who, once again, makes bombs. i'm leaning towards the noble scientist take. maybe he was taken in by two conjunxed scientists (his 'parents') when he was young.

maybe he could be a bomber plane? i've found one called the republic p-47d which is a fighter-bomber (pictured below) that i think could fit him

maybe he was actually going quite well, aside from casual functionism given to him by other mechs ("you must be one of the good ones," "you're so brave," etc.) up until the war, where he disappeared and turned to the mercenary life, which he was NOT ready for. bro was living in luxury for too long.

and an addiction to high grade. do i even have to say this???

I don't have too many ideas for spy, but i really like this facial design for him (art by @geekcentre, their own spy design) so i'd imagine he has something like this.

he'd either be a super-rare super-cool super-unique alt mode that everyone loves, or be something like a camcorder or data slug. i feel like he'd be a data slug. because. spy. he'd be scrawny.

maybe an outlier, too. kind of like mirage where he can disappear and make people think he looks like other bots. decepticon leaning, to no ones surprise. definitely a skilled and experience assassin/spy.

POSSIBLE NAMES: (of course they could just be the same but shush)

Scout- Scatter, Headsplitter, Quickburst, Rapiddash, Lightwheels, Hitch, or Wallop.

Soldier- Rage, Rocket, Bogie, Rabid, Rocketstorm, Rocketjumper (lol), or Rocketslinger.

Pyro- Pyro

Demoman- Detonator, Ironlander, Fission, Fluorine, Ethanol, or Outburst

Heavy- Blockade, Wreckage, Frostjaw, Harness, Brute, or Bruise

Engineer- Wrangler, Gunslinger, Crank, Wrench, Volt, or Fuse

Medic- Dreadsaw, Viscera, Vigor, Quickfix, Leech, Morbid, Vaccinator, or Overdose

Sniper- Sharpshot, Snarl, Buzzclaw, Wildtrap, or Wildshot,

Spy- Diamondback, Dagger, or just Spy. (<< fake designations. bro made that shit up)

if anyone has any ideas i'd love to hear them!!! /vgen

[pipza-kiko]

You should be more worried about how your fav drivers family in law is still posting and liking blatantly racist shit openly then getting into the middle of a ferrari beef that doesn't even exist for a fucking P7 and P8

You literally are a Max fan who sometimes likes charles and uses him to wage your against LH. Most of the time you don't even remember charles existence, and are celebrating Max wins and poles while Charles has the shittiest races ever.

Go back to AO3 this much hatred against a black driver while being a privileged white girl is concerning.

First of all, I’m a Charles fan—always have been, always will be. I’ve never celebrated any of Max’s wins and I won’t start now. Yes, I like him, but my loyalty lies with Charles. It’s Charles and I against the world when the visor is on.

Second, why bring the race into this? Was I disrespectful to Lewis in any way? No, I just shared my opinion about what happened yesterday. It’s the Cult LH who are hating on Charles, because of what happened yesterday. Btw I don’t care about Hamilton’s color; I care about Charles and his results—and anything that affects those results. plus I made sure to tag everything appropriately, so it’s not my fault you’re here.

Also, I’m a brown girl, so please stop using race as an argument when I never brought it up, even though I do think Lewis had his share of British bias and was actually the FIA’s favorite for a long time.

And about the AO3 bit—it's not an insult. So what if I enjoy AO3? Is that a crime? Lady, you're the one hating, not me.

[maehwajuuuu-chu]

Traveller's Guide for New Outlanders ✦

"All of your choices are yours to use, Traveller what do you choose?" - 'Oh Traveller Come', Reinaery

A little guide for my ocs! This will be updated constantly with other important things such as unintroduced ocs, lore comics or fanfics that will be included in the future! I also have attached my wiki pages with each character, please read these if you want more information on the character such as voicelines, character stories and playstyles.

Also, please be aware this blog will have 18+ content!! -> The stories of my characters I am planning to release and talk about will contain elements that are more suitable for mature audiences. This will include imagery of violence that may be graphic to younger people and suggestive content. Please continue at your own risk!

Topics of the Guide:

✦ Links to my ocs

✦ Other Important Links

✦ Rules - 'Teyvat has its Own Laws' (Blog guidelines and DNI list)

Rai - Thundernight Rogue 🌙 Rai | Fandom Wiki Page

Miuna - Punk Exorcist 🌊

Miuna | Fandom Wiki Page

Seiren - Starsilver Sparrow 🦅

Aki - Kumiki Master 🍁

Sneak Peek of Upcoming Characters

To be continued!

Other Important Links:

More about Me! (Mae) - Artist Introduction Sheet

Rules - 'Teyvat has its own Laws":

If Teyvat has its own laws, so does this blog! While you start your journey of meeting my ocs and encountering my unhinged rambles willingly or unwillingly, please do listen to some of my rules!

DNI (DO NOT INTERACT) if you are a minor. Other than some suggestive content, all of my characters (released and soon to be released) have extremely heavy themes in their stories that are generally unpleasant and unsuitable for younger people — I cannot stress this enough. I do not want anyone on the DNI list rocking up and ignoring this warning — I will be immediately blocking anyone who ignores the warning as well.

This is a blog that ships Raiya - an Rai (oc) x Kaeya ship made by me! I also have an oc x Varka ship unreleased and Jingran (Moran [oc] x Jing Yuan) ship as well! If this is uncomfortable to you by any means, please block me!

I am non-sharing with Kaeya, not as a yumeshipper but in terms of Raiya (my oc x canon ship); please respect this boundary and do not expect me to follow back doubles. However, I am more than okay with interacting as long as we are not mutuals! If you want a better explanation on my personal feelings on this, please check out this post.

Please be nice in any interactions within this blog, especially if I do not know you. This is a safe place for all people, which means I will not condone any harassment in my asks, comments and reblogs that are deliberately made against me or any mutuals/followers! My asks currently have the anonymous option open - please do not abuse that especially.

If you have any questions - please head over to the askbox or my dms! I won't bite/gen /lh :D

Please use tone indicators for any words that are ambiguous in tone! Sometimes I receive stuff that are a bit tone ambiguous and get anxious over figuring out the tone, which is not fun -v-""

I have tags that will specify posts as certain types -> ( #scarletcrescent for posts with major blood+gore, #maemoon for suggestive posts, #birdrants for vent posts!). The tags may sound a little silly, but please block them if you do not wanna see such content! I'll also put warnings for darker content!

HAVE FUN - So far, these little beans that run free in my brain have been both an immense honour and extreme fun to tweak and plan out. I can only hope you will feel a similar feeling of intrigue when you read about them! <3

[miralines]

Have you ever wondered what “vast and secret sin” Snow is atoning for based on the lyrics of Laid in Blood? I sure have, and, unfortunately, I have a theory. This is really half-headcanon, half-meta– a headcanon I have textual support for and which would be very canon-typical. I can’t say I think it’s definitely what the mechs intended when they wrote that line, but I also can’t say it’s definitely not.

So without further ado: Did you know that Snow and Rose aren’t the only pair of sisters in OUATIS? Scheherazade, mentioned in The Resistance Grows as “the silver-tongued propaganda minister,” has a younger sister. In One Thousand and One Nights, her sister, Dunyazad, helps Scheherazade with her plan to stop the king from killing his brides by telling stories. In the end, after the king’s change of heart and declaring of Scheherazade as his queen, Dunyazad marries the king’s younger brother.

Dunyazad is also included in OUATIS canon in the story One Thousand and Two, as part of Scheherazade’s backstory. Before she was Cole’s propaganda minister, she spoke against him. She was dangerous enough to be captured, tortured, and brought before the king, who offered her life and her sister’s in exchange for speaking for him instead. As she worked for him, she came to at least partially believe in his rule, but Dunyazad still opposed him. When she confided in Scheherazade a plan to take down the king, Scheherazade betrayed her and gave the order to have her “disappeared.”

I would propose that Scheherazade and Dunyazad may be acting as narrative parallels (though not necessarily narrative Echoes) to Snow and Rose, and thus that Snow, like Scheherazade betrayed her sister. There are two reasons I believe this could be the case– one, because it offers a potential explanation for Snow’s sin, and two, because Dunyazad’s fate in OUATIS diverges so significantly from her fate in One Thousand and One Nights. This could be simply because the mechs seem to be ideologically opposed to happy endings (/lh)… but still.

In the time leading up to the Wedding Day Slaughter, Rose was the commander of a prison complex, which housed Cinders after King Cole took over her planet. Rose and Cinders fell in love, and broke Cinders out of prison with the help of a “godmother in white,” with the assurance that if they were married by midnight, the law would protect them. Of course, this didn’t go as planned, and thus we have the events of the album. But consider this passage from Midnight: “She hears a gunshot outside, followed by screams. They can’t be coming for her, they can’t, it’s too soon. But why else would they be here?”

So I would like you to consider: Snow, who despite both of their growing responsibilities is still close to her sister. Snow, who talks to her regularly, who has heard all about Cinders, who is invited to the wedding. Snow, who knows what marrying a prisoner will do to her sister’s career, not to mention the complicated political fights it will start and stoke. Who is above all at this point in her life, a peacemaker. So she tells someone, perhaps her parents, intending simply to delay them. Perhaps to find a less damaging, fraught way for them to be together. She doesn’t mean anything to happen.

But it makes it to the king, and the king wants Rose for reasons none of them know yet. So his troops storm the wedding, and Snow flees, knowing it’s her fault they knew where Rose would be.

This would be in line with other places in canon where well-intentioned actions lead to horrific consequences– I’m thinking particularly of Cyberian Demons, when Nastya’s plan to allow, as far as she knows, peaceful dissidents into the palace leads to herself and her entire family being slaughtered. Simply by the patterns of storytelling the mechs tend to use, I find this theory plausible.

Like I said, I can’t in good conscience fully call this meta. It’s too fueled by headcanon and conjecture, and maybe the connection to Scheherazade is a stretch (I probably wouldn’t have even included it if it wasn’t what made me think of all this), but I do find it the most likely explanation of anything I’ve thought of so far. If the line in Laid in Blood was simply referring to Snow’s war crimes as the leader of the rebellion, I don’t think it would call it a secret sin. The phrasing, to me, hints at something much larger and more personal. When she outright states that “We’re brutal and cruel as we battle his rule/ for we learned from the tyrant’s tutelage,” she admits to the rebellion’s crimes under her hand. In my view, the line must refer to something else, and this lines up in my opinion.

Besides, isn’t it fun for angst purposes?

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

Talking about Monster Hunter again because I couldn’t think of anything to say last time I brought it up

Most of the monsters are just animals, which I think is awesome and makes them much more memorable.

Rathalos and Rathian could’ve just been generic fire dragons with some poison attacks but no, we know how they use their heavy sexual dimorphism to work together and be a nigh-unstoppable force against other monsters. Rathalos is built for aerial combat and patrolling their territory, Rathian is more geared towards the land and prowling for small prey. Even the details like where their venom comes from; Rathalos has venomous talons because it can easily attack with them from the air, and Rathian has venomous tail barns because that’s easier to use on land, plus I think it’s got more barbs on its back to protect from other flying monsters. They’re the monsters I know the most about right now

But there’s also a great compromise that still lets the devs go wild with monster designs and fights: Elder Dragons are the category for something that can’t otherwise be classified, usually because it breaks several laws of nature. They tend to have entirely unique body plans and unexplainable abilities, like how Kirin is the only horse-like creature and can summon lightning at will. Not electric attacks, straight-up lightning from the heavens. Elder Dragons are basically walking natural disasters, and a lot of the fear factor is that we don’t know how they work. They’re anomalies, and no one has ever managed to get a live specimen to research

The one whose fight I just unlocked is basically a rot dragon who has a symbiotic relationship with the airborne.. whatever microscopic creatures make up the toxic gas that fills the biome, but that’s as much as we know about it. I think I read something about it pretty much using the gas to pre-digest food, since its main ecological niche is breaking down carrion incredibly fast

This game might honestly be joining the likes of Borderlands and Splatoon as a game fixation that’s getting me out of bed /lh

ooh...

[snake-bytez]

Why do I get interested in all the rarepairs of II?? How come there's only like... 50 or so Cabtube fics on AO3 (not counting my recent posted ones) I thought they were more popular than that I used to see them everywhere- Either I'm too damn good at filtering my online experience, or y'all need to step up your game bc where the hell did they go..... /lh Need to add their ship tag to my followed tags on here too, I don't use tumblr often enough to warrent it but I'm starved of content /j

Anyways, on another note, bridging the gap between my love of Fantube and Cabtube with another dose of polyamory in the shipping sphere /hj Test Tube has 2 hands, of course. But I'm a sucker for Polylights too and have a hyperspecific dynamic with them in my head (which I think I partially explained in the end notes of "A Full Mansion Brings Warmth" but it goes even deeper and that was just the tip top of things mentioned in the fic-)

Fantube is married always sorry do not split them. They love each other so deeply. They are the bestest of friends who one day decided "yeah let's stick together for life. Tax benefits." and they raise a kid (Bot) together. It's not for show, they love each other and their family so much but also they're pals! They're silly little guys who are entwined with each other forever! Hands you demiro Test Tube gently, hands you aroflux Fan gently. I usually say aroace TT but I've evolved into a few more specific labels that I shove upon them lmao

Cabtube is highly more romantically charged than Fantube and I'm not apologizing for it. They're soft, they're each other's anchors, they are sickeningly sappy with each other, if they were in highschool they'd be that couple that takes up the hallway space kissing and not being aware of anyone else's space, they both struggle to reach out for help but they wouldn't hesitate to provide said help and comfort! Cabby is the textbook u-haul lesbian she fell first and fell hard and suddenly in the blink of an eye she's got her whole life packed up ready to integrate herself into this crazy family/co-parent dynamic Fantube has with the entirety of Polylights– Test Tube will never not be giddy about Cabby, it has only exactly three true loves and they are Cabby (romantic), Fan (qpr, married), and it's lab (transcends all known laws of love /j). If they were still in the game after getting together, they would be each other's strongest downfall purely because the competition is built to turn those you love against you for entertainment. They would have the largest crash and burn of the entire show and somehow they'd still find their way back to each other because they love each other that much.

Anyways I think y'all get the gist at this point lmao. I should do a full relation chart explaining my extended polylights dynamic.... It probably would be more cohesive than a giant wall of text and also I'm a sucker for putting together a ship chart explaining my complex polyam relations hcs. This... Happens often...... You cannot be around me without me shoving some polyam ships in your face lmaooo

[tinylongwing]

For the top 5/top 10 meme: top character arcs!

Oh jeez! Okay this is awesome, let me dig deep into my brain. Also there's no way I remember every character arc I've ever witnessed so this is just gonna be the first good ones that come to mind, haha.

For my Lord Huron folks, I'm going with Lee Green as one answer. Girl!! You champion! Takes off on her own to try and make a career work for herself in the big city of Los Angeles after bailing on 1960s Detroit and her loser boyfriend. Winds up hooked on vide noir while in the clutches of Z'Oiseau who basically just collects pretty girls as temporary trophies because he's some fucking cosmic horror creep I guess, but somehow she gets out of that? Kicks her addiction, takes back her stage name and releases multiple albums and lives her dreams. Lee, how did you manage this when basically every other character winds up dead or suffering or missing. Good heavens.

And no okay I can't resist, I'm putting another LH-er in here because my boy Johnnie Redmayne is too ridiculous. Is this even a character arc? Yes. Kid lives a life of joyous violence and hedonism in a gang, risk-taking coupled with a need to support his friends and family monetarily leads to his kidnapping and murder, but then he's like fuck that, death sucks! I don't want to die, that's boring and also getting murdered via cosmic horror drug overdose is a real big nightmare which probably unlocked some really terrible secrets he'd rather not reflect on. Nope, better to just come back, now undead, out of sheer stubborn refusal to accept death! That's way cooler. Party on, haunting desert travelers forever. Child, you're doing great and I support you.

Okay, One Piece is also like ridiculously chock full of amazing characters with the world's most unnecessarily fleshed out and traumatizing backstories, and everyone who knows me knows that I'm very much here for Trafalgar Law. Yeah yeah, and Rosinante, but look, Law is the actual major character here who grows so much as he sees his whole world burning down around him as a child, goes from self-destructive and nihilistic to learning to trust and love people again to the point where he will always put himself in harm's way before even letting anyone touch a hair on his crew's heads. Such a wholesome goth. So much found family.

Having relatively recently watched Twin Peaks (FINALLY I know) I have to put Dale Cooper in here. This is not a positive character arc, this is a man whose joy and brilliance and successes against some really dark forces led him to thinking he was capable of anything in the pursuit of justice and truth. Turns out that was probably wrong! Whoops! And now he's possibly doomed? Look, the ending of Twin Peaks is massively open-ended but Cooper is very much a deeply tragic character and I'm kind of obsessed with tragedy and bad endings.

And I'm going to stop at five or I'll never get any work done, so fifth here will be.... hm. You know what, Seo-bi from Netflix's Kingdom. I can't get enough of characters in a scientific or medical sort of role in period dramas, I think that's very very good (and Goodsir from The Terror was a very near fifth choice here for some similar reasons). But I love Seo-bi in particular because she has knowledge, she uses it, she perseveres despite so many challenges including politics and also literal zombies, and the show continually throws a couple of characters at her that look like they're supposed to be love interests and she's always like NO! Fuck off! I'm doing important medical work here, I have no time for kissing!!! And that's very powerful of her and I love that for her so much. I'm sad that this series appears to be on hold maybe forever now.