#he most definitely has it possibly maybe kind of under control

[intromortal]

ꕥ MAKE YOU MINE ⸝⸝⸝ lee heeseung

lee heeseung doesn't do relationships or any of that 'labels' stuff, it's a known fact. yet when jay's gaze lingers too long on you, he can't help but leave his mark on you in one way or another

this work contains ⋆ smut. mdni. jealousy, p in v, creampie, no protection, manhandling, name calling, degradation!!! hair pulling, mean hee won't kiss you, kinda toxic situationship thing going on, Feelings, reader is kinda crazy but also i've had too much caffeine today So ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list

length ⋆ drabble ⸻ 1.8k words

Heeseung, all things considered, is a pretty chill and laid back guy. Not prone to big displays of jealousy, especially anywhere public.

Most of the time he's quietly laying back on a couch at a party across the room, watching you with a glint in his eyes as you reject yet another guy trying to sneak his way into your pants. There’s something about the way you so obediently glance his way every time someone tries to flirt you, how your expression ever so slightly shifts to something he would describe as needy when he slouches further into the soft brown cushions, legs spread almost as if to invite you over on his lap.

It’s been months since you started fucking, and as embarrassing for you as it feels to admit, you two haven't really put a label on what your... status actually is. You’re definitely more than friends—though you don't know if you would even consider Heeseung your friend in the first place—but you also don't believe you're anywhere close to being a thing yet. That litter sliver of something keeps you fucking hooked on Heeseung though, even when you know it's terrible for you.

And he enjoys every second of it. How you're so loyal to him even when he doesn't give you any reason to be.

He’s confident you'll follow him around everywhere like a little lost puppy as long as he keeps feeding you whatever crumb you need; a gentle brush of his hand whenever he greets you, a soft compliment whispered in your ear before leaving you to find something to drink, a sweet forehead kiss at the end of the night when you've both found your way between the bed sheets. I’ve got it under control, he thinks.

Yet he can't find any explanation—one that he’d make peace with, that is—for the scorching rage that overcomes him whenever he sees you and your bestie walking hand in hand around campus. The slightest twitch to his eye when he notices how bright you seem to be around Jay, how hard you laugh at his jokes and how touchy you are, shoving his shoulder away when he makes a stupid comment, yet letting your hand linger on the cotton of his shirt. There’s a different light coming from within you when he's around, and Heeseung fucking hates it with his entire being.

Mostly because he doesn't want to admit what it really is. Lee Heeseung is the furthest thing from a relationship-kind-of-guy you could possibly ever find, and it's always been this way, everyone knows.

To fuck with him is to make peace with the fact that you'll never be anything more than someone to warm his bed—or car backseats more often than not. And most are okay with that as long as they get their hands on a piece of him, no matter for how short. You were okay with that too, at the very start. It just doesn't help that lately he has fucked you like he loves and hates you at the same time, and while you try your best to not let his empty calculated affections tie you down to him too much, it's gotten harder and harder to escape the literal black hole Heeseung is.

You promised yourself to only orbit around him for a bit, then escape at the first pull you feel is too strong. But here you are, on the event horizon anyway.

His lingering stares whenever Jay is around don't go unnoticed by you, far from it actually. And maybe you even play into it a little too much, because here you are, underneath Heeseung, and for the first time in weeks he's fucking you like love is the furthest feeling possible from both his mind and heart.

It's funny, how he's tried to maintain his cool around you so desperately, and what finally breaks him is Jay staring way too long at your ass for it to be a mistake. There’s nothing Heeseung would have loved more than to beat him to a pulp, for looking at his girl like that.

Except you're not his girl—he hadn't even realized he really wanted you to possibly be until then—so he can't do that. But what he can do instead is take it out on your poor unsuspecting pussy.

"You are such a nasty slut," he whispers against your lips as he pistons into your weeping cunt, ignoring every attempt you make to kiss him, biting down on your bottom lip when you don't catch the hint. "Walking around in that tight black skirt, for what?" It feels like he's spitting venom at you, a primal edge to his tone unlike anything you've ever heard from him. Despite everything, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your pussy clamp even harder around him, trying to milk his girth for all it’s worth.

You take too long to reply for his liking, his hand digging almost hurtfully into your cheeks to force you to look at him. "For. What?"

"I– fuck, i don't know."

He looks at you incredulously, like you must've gone dumb on his cock already, while his movements come to halt, despite your little cries and begs for him not to.

"Yes, you fucking do," he spits, grabbing your thighs and flipping you over onto your knees. A little scream rips out of you at the sudden motion as he manhandles you in whatever way he wants, paying no mind to any possible aching body part of yours or any discomfort you may feel. "Wore it to flaunt this ass around, didn't you? I know you did."

He lands a harsh smack on the skin of your bottom, kissing his teeth in annoyance when your entire body jerks forward, front collapsing on the bed. He eases his cock back into you in one thrust, setting a pace that is somehow faster and harsher than the one you could barely keep up with earlier. "Wanted  Jay to bend you over like this, huh?"

"N-no! I– ngh." Your rebuttal is cut short by his hips slamming into yours with a harsh thrust, his thick hand pushing your head against the sheets, uncaring of all the drool that's dripping from your mouth, your eyes rolling into your skull. He plants one of his feet into the soft mattress, the new angle helping him reach so much deeper inside you as the hold on your hips becomes nearly unbearable, sure to leave a flashy bruise.

Good, he thinks. Let everyone know I own you.

It doesn't matter that you two will still not put a label on whatever you have going on after this, Heeseung will find a way to mark you up with his actions instead. He'll fuck you so good even in the off chance you give Jay a chance all you'll think about is gonna be going back to him right after.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." He grabs some of your hair, using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder, the mix of pain and pleasure so unbelievably delicious you don’t even know what to do with yourself if not just lay there and take it all. "That’s all a slut like you is good for anyway, shut her mouth and let me use her pretty pussy as I please."

And it doesn't matter for you either you realize, a fucked out smile spreading on your face as he takes you like he has never done before, because to get a reaction out of the ever so collected Lee Heeseung, it means you have made him your bitch as much as he has made you his. He just doesn't know it yet.

The sudden thought is so euphoric it pushes you close to the edge instantly, your cunt clenching around him more and more while Heeseung is behind you wondering why he just heard a giggle leave your throat in the midst of it all.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke to you?" His voice is rough, but the hint of uneasiness behind the facade is easy to pick up on, it only spurs you to laugh more—as much as you can manage, because soon his thrusts get angrier and you don't know if you're laughing, crying or moaning anymore.

You taste the salty tears running straight into your open mouth, and you don't exactly know why you're crying because you have never felt lighter, even with the harsh, repeated press of Heeseung's hips against your red, marked up flesh.

Heeseung thinks you must've gone delirious on his cock, the proof being the very white ring you're leaving on the base of his cock, and while his chest blooms and tickles with something unfamiliar to him, he can't help but want even more. He wants to give you even more.

He doesn't recall when this punishment he's inflicting on you turned around to him chasing your approval so fucking bad, but he can't stop. He can't stop himself from gawking at your bent back littered in his marks, he can't stop himself from bending down to mouth at your neck when all he initially wanted to do was put you back in your place, he can't stop himself from letting his hand find your familiar little bundle of nerves to roll circles on it.

He tells himself it's not for you, it's for him, so he can hear all the divine noises you're making for just a little longer, just enough to reach his orgasm.

His lips brush your nape again, and he wishes he hadn't turned you over so he could taste your laugh right off your lips. He almost opens his mouth to say something he might regret, but he stops himself with a low, guttural moan and a stripe licked on your skin instead.

Neither of you last long after that, and you come with shudder around him, cunt milking him for all he has, all he is worth. He gives it all to you, filling you up so well it has you clawing the sweaty bed sheets beneath you.

You're glowing underneath him as he gets off of you, and Heeseung doesn't want to linger on the fact that his chest cavity, where his heart is supposed to be, glows just as much for you. It's a scary thought.

"You're mine," you whisper, like you've finally cracked the code to something you couldn't wrap your head around for the longest. You state it like a fact, like how you do when you say things commonly agreed upon—like the earth being round and Sim Jaeyun having the prettiest dick on campus.

You don't turn to Heeseung when he says nothing after and all that fills the room is the swooshing of his clothes being collected from the floor and your front door shutting with a soft thud.

It doesn't matter, because whether he likes it or now, you know he has nowhere to go if not back to you.

[yua0ra]

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭™

(𝐟𝐭. 𝐚 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧-𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

WARNINGS: downbad!mattheo x slytherin!fem!reader, SFW, english is not my first language. not proofread | fluff ☏

SUMMARY: Operation: Matty Falls in Love™, where the plan is very much in motion—even if Mattheo is pretending it's not.

WC: 2.4K AN: Here's part 2! Enjoy...

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

The first Monday back after the weekend hit like a hex to the face.The castle felt like it had been dipped in ice overnight, your breath curling in little clouds as you trudged down the corridor toward Advanced Potions, clutching your book bag like it could shield you from the cold—and the overwhelming dread of homework returning.

You weren’t expecting much out of the day. Maybe some leftover holiday biscuits if you were lucky, and a chaotic lesson in Potions if Theo was feeling particularly dramatic.

What you definitely weren’t expecting was to walk into class and see Mattheo Riddle already at your shared table.

And not just at it—claiming it.

He had your usual seat pulled out, a folded scarf over the back of the chair like a little cushion, and—most shocking of all—a warm, steaming mug sitting in front of it.

He spotted you before you could fully compute the situation, his eyes flicking up, then widening like he’d just remembered how to breathe. His mouth opened, then closed again. And then opened again.

“Hey,” he said, voice a little rough from the cold—or nerves? “Uh. Morning. I, um… I made you tea.”

You blinked at the mug. “You made me—?”

“It’s peppermint,” he said too quickly. “I think. You said once you liked it. I mean—you were talking to Pansy, not me, but I was… nearby.”

There was a pause.

Then: “I’m not creepy.”

You blinked again, then smiled softly, touched and a little stunned. “That’s actually… really sweet. Thank you.”

You slid into your seat, fingers brushing the warm ceramic. The tea smelled perfect—minty, calming—and you tried to ignore the way Mattheo’s shoulders visibly relaxed when you took a sip and smiled at him again.

He looked like a puppy who’d just been told he was a very good boy.

Meanwhile, across the room…

Operation: Matty Falls in Love™ was in full, silent-screaming effect.

“Target accepted tea,” Theo whispered like a MI6 agent, ducking behind a stack of cauldrons. “Repeat, tea has been accepted. We’re a go.”

“She smiled. Look at that smile!” Enzo hissed, elbowing Blaise. “That’s a real smile. That’s a 'maybe-I-want-to-wear-his-hoodies' kind of smile.”

Blaise was scribbling notes like a madman. “That’s a level six emotional reaction. Possibly seven. We’re talking soft-giggle territory.”

Draco, ever cool, sipped his coffee with a smirk. “He’s going to ruin it in three… two…”

Back at your table, Mattheo was passing you ingredients without you even having to ask, murmuring the correct stir count under his breath and keeping a hawk eye on the flame.

He was calm. Focused. Controlled.

Until you leaned in.

Just a bit. Just enough to check the potion’s color, your face close to his, the scent of your shampoo completely wrecking his ability to do basic math.

His elbow bumped the ladle.

The ladle knocked over a vial of powdered moonstone.

The vial plopped into the cauldron.

The cauldron erupted.

Glitter. Pink fizz. A puff of heart-shaped steam and a high-pitched honk like someone had charmed a goose.

Slughorn let out a scandalized shriek and leapt backward. Half the class screamed. A few ducked under tables.

You coughed through the pink mist, eyes wide—then started laughing.

Not mockingly. Not nervously. Like it was genuinely the funniest thing that had happened all day.

You grinned at Mattheo, who looked like he might actually melt into the floor from embarrassment. He was covered in glitter. His fringe was stuck to his forehead. He looked like the aftermath of a Valentine’s Day explosion.

“I think,” you said between giggles, “you just invented a love potion for unicorns.”

Mattheo stared at you for a second, dazed. “That’s… oddly specific.”

“Well,” you shrugged, cheeks a little pink. “Unicorns deserve love too.”

You were still smiling at him—glitter and all—when Slughorn finally regained control and started yelling about “reckless behavior” and “inappropriate potion glitter.”

Mattheo didn’t even flinch. He just kept looking at you like you were the only thing in the room worth watching.

Across the classroom, the boys were losing their minds.

Draco stood and bowed sarcastically. “Ladies and gents, he’s dead. He’s in love. It’s over.”

“I have never seen a man combust with such grace,” Theo declared, writing “chaotic glitter potion = success???” in Blaise’s notebook.

“His hair’s sparkling,” Enzo said reverently. “Even his hair wants to impress her.”

Blaise closed the notebook slowly. “Phase two complete. We move to Phase three tomorrow: hallway proximity and accidental shoulder brushes.”

Draco smirked. “Don’t forget the book drop.”

“Ah yes,” Theo nodded. “The classic oops let me help you pick that up while our hands touch and soft music plays.”

Back at the front, Slughorn assigned Mattheo a week’s worth of extra clean-up duty for “unauthorized potion experimenting.”

You leaned over and whispered, “I’ll help, if you want. I mean… it was sort of my fault too.”

Mattheo blinked, stunned. “You… would?”

You gave him that same shy smile, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear. “Of course. I like glitter. And unicorns.”

Mattheo was silent for a moment. Then, very quietly: “I think I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widened.

His eyes widened more.

“I MEANT—not in love! Just… love. Like. In a—LIKE GLITTER LOVE. PLATONIC—"

You were laughing again. He buried his face in his hands.

From across the room: “Phase three is writing itself,” Theo whispered dramatically.

- ★、

The glitter eventually faded (thanks to three different Scourgify charms and Theo’s aggressive commentary), but the effects of the “unicorn love potion incident,” as it was now being called in the halls, definitely did not.

By the time lunch rolled around, Mattheo was already on high alert. Blaise had winked at him four times that morning. Theo kept humming love songs whenever you were in a ten-foot radius. Enzo tried to accidentally lock the two of you in the corridor near the Astronomy Tower “just to see what would happen.”

And Draco? Draco was just having the time of his life being smug.

Mattheo flopped down at the Slytherin table with the energy of a man who had survived war. His hair was still a bit sparkly. His soul? Cracked.

"You're all insane," he muttered, stabbing his mashed potatoes like they personally offended him. “Completely deranged.”

"You're welcome," Blaise said cheerfully, peeling an orange with the precision of someone plotting a six-month seduction arc. “You're getting more one-on-one time with her than ever. That’s not deranged. That’s strategic.”

Theo leaned forward across the table, eyes glinting. “Exactly. And today’s strategy is… drum rolls please!: Shared Library Timeeeee!. Blaise has already rigged the schedule—”

“I did no such thing,” Blaise said, looking wildly guilty.

“—so you’re both paired for this week’s Herbology research project,” Theo continued, ignoring him. “Ms Sprout gave you both the same topic: Mandrake root temperament shifts in cold weather. Romantic, innit?”

“Yeah,” Draco deadpanned. “Nothing gets the blood pumping like magical screaming vegetables.”

Mattheo groaned and let his forehead hit the table. “This is going to kill me. I’m going to die in the library. She’ll find my cold, glittery corpse next to a mandrake diagram.”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Enzo said, nudging him. “We’ll make sure you look good for your funeral. All black. Silk cravat. Maybe a single red rose.”

Meanwhile, you were sitting with Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent a few tables down, trying very hard not to smile as you kept catching snippets of their ridiculous whispering. You could feel Mattheo glancing your way every few seconds—even when he pretended not to—and you couldn’t lie… it was cute. Like really cute.

“Honestly, they’re so obvious,” Daphne said, smirking behind her goblet. “Mattheo looks at you like you’re a sacred artifact.”

“Or like he’s seen the face of Merlin himself,” Pansy added. “You breathe and he blushes.”

You flushed, nearly choking on your juice. “Okay, stop. It’s not like that.”

“It is exactly like that,” Millicent chimed in, casually shoving a bread roll into her mouth. “Boys don’t brew peppermint tea unless they’re in love or about to propose.”

You set your drink down carefully. “He’s just being nice.”

Pansy raised a brow. “Sweetheart. This morning he let you pick the dragon scales first during Potions. That boy is ready to die for you.”

Before you could respond, Mattheo stood from his table, clearly unaware of the spectacle he was making just by existing. He looked across the room, caught your eye—then promptly tripped over the bench.

“Yep,” Pansy said, sipping her tea with zero sympathy. “Utterly doomed.”

- ★、

By the time the last bell rang, you were already gathering your things, heart doing those tiny, ridiculous flips it always did now when you knew you'd be seeing Mattheo. You kept telling yourself it was just the Herbology project. Just a bit of partnered research. Academic. Professional.

But the butterflies in your chest clearly hadn't gotten the memo.

The library was quiet, soft candlelight casting golden puddles across the ancient oak tables and high shelves. And there he was — already seated at your usual corner table near the back. You stopped for a second in the doorway without meaning to, just… staring. Mattheo hadn’t seen you yet.

He was nervously organizing parchment into neat little stacks. Then reorganizing it. Then messing it up and trying again. His quill rolled off the table once — he caught it mid-air with a muttered, "Bloody—" — and then he immediately sat up straighter, clearly fighting some sort of internal battle about whether he looked too slouched or too stiff. He tested both. Adjusted his collar. Rubbed the back of his neck. Stared at his ink bottle like it had personally betrayed him.

You bit your lip, a smile tugging at the corners. It was kind of criminal, how adorable he was when he thought no one was looking.

And then… he spotted you.

Mattheo blinked like he was seeing a mirage. Like he genuinely couldn’t believe you were walking toward him. His mouth parted, but no sound came out for a full five seconds — and then he scrambled to his feet so fast he bumped the table and knocked over a stack of parchment.

"Hi," you said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you sat down across from him. Your voice was gentle, a little hesitant, but warm.

“Hi,” he said, finally, voice rough like it had been hiding under a blanket all day. He was staring, his gaze flicking across your face like he was trying to memorize something. “Um. You look… warm.”

You paused, mid-quill unzip. “…Thank you?”

“I mean—like, not hot. Not like that. Not that you’re not—hot,” he said, voice rising an octave in panic. “I just meant… you have a scarf on. And, um. Sweater. Layers. Seasonally appropriate.”

You stared at him.

He stared back, a deer caught in wandlight.

“…Thank you,” you said again, trying not to laugh as you tucked your scarf a little tighter. “You’re very… observant.”

Mattheo let out a long, painful sigh and dropped his head onto the table with a thud. “I am so bad at this.”

You giggled, opening your notes. “At conversation?”

“At everything involving you,” he mumbled, forehead still pressed to the wood. “I swear Theo jinxed me. Or cursed my brain. Or poisoned my pumpkin juice.”

You tilted your head, lips twitching. “Is that what this is, then? Flirting?”

Mattheo’s head jerked up like you’d poured ice water down his back. His ears instantly went pink.

“I… I mean. I would, if I knew how,” he admitted, voice barely louder than a whisper.

You smiled — and not the usual, polite sort. No, this one was soft and quiet and just for him. You reached over and gently tapped your quill against his, like a tiny little kiss between ink-covered friends.

“Maybe I could teach you.”

Mattheo looked like he’d been hit with a Confundus charm. His cheeks were full-on red now — a deep, brilliant shade that made his freckles stand out like stars. He swallowed hard.

“Okay,” he said, almost shyly. “I’d really like that.”

Meanwhile, a few aisles down, Theo ducked behind a shelf of Magical Fungi Through the Ages and hissed into a rolled-up scroll like it was enchanted for secret messaging.

“Target is giggling. I repeat, Target is giggling. Operation Matty Falls in Love is in full motion.”

On the floor beneath a nearby table, Blaise sipped from a contraband coffee thermos and replied into his own scroll. “Phase shared library time: Confirmed. Proceeding to next phase: ‘Oops, our hands touched while reaching for the same mandrake diagram.’ Timing window: approximately five minutes.”

“Copy that,” came Draco’s voice from the far end, hidden behind a decorative tapestry and looking deeply unimpressed. “But if you make me read one more page of Herbal Sex Magic just for cover, I’m calling it off.”

“Worth it,” Blaise said, grinning.

Back at your table, you and Mattheo had actually managed to start reading through the research notes, though your knees kept bumping beneath the table, and each time they did, Mattheo jolted like he'd been hit with a Stinging Hex.

“So… Mandrake temperament shifts,” you said, glancing at him, trying to focus.

Mattheo nodded, looking determined. “Right. Mandrakes. Loud little bastards. Not romantic.”

You laughed softly. “You don’t have to keep pretending you’re not adorable.”

Mattheo blinked. “I—I’m not pretending. I mean—I am pretending. But only because you’re you.”

You tilted your head. “And what does that mean?”

He looked down at the parchment, fiddling with the corner of a page. “Means… I don’t want to mess it up. Being around you. It’s like…” He trailed off, glancing sideways, his voice a little hoarse. “It’s the only time I want to do things properly.”

You froze for a beat — not because he’d said anything loud or dramatic, but because it was genuine. Sweet. Scarily earnest, for someone who usually pretended he didn’t feel things. It made your heart thump, wild and soft and very, very real.

“Matty?” you said gently.

He glanced up, eyes wide.

“I think you’re doing just fine.”

He beamed. Blushed again. And you both bent your heads over the same page, shoulders nearly touching now.

Across the room, Theo silently held up a victory fist.

Blaise high-fived him behind a bookshelf with dramatic flair.

Draco sighed into his book.

[intern-seraph]

diagnosing the twst boys aka putting my psych degree to good use. wrote these on discord mobile at like midnight last night so forgive any weirdness.

Riddle: C-PTSD (his mother was/is very clearly abusive and extremely controlling. he has been experiencing trauma his whole life.), possibly on the spectrum as well

Trey: probably neurotypical and mentally well. the teeth thing is pretty weird though.

Cater: Major Depressive Disorder, but he masks pretty well.

Ace: honestly? Probably neurotypical and not mentally ill but if i were to diagnose him, perhaps ADHD Inattentive Type??

Deuce: Before i read his dorm vignette i may have said he has a learning disorder like dyscalculia or dyslexia, but he clearly shows that he doesn't struggle with academics due to disordered thinking so much as it's due to lacking the fundamentals. He picks up math pretty well just from using riddle's textbook. He may have had conduct disorder in his youth, but that also could have been him acting out for other reasons and i honestly think it's more likely the latter. Maybe has some form of ADHD but I'm not certain.

Leona: very clear case of Major Depressive Disorder.

Ruggie: C-PTSD (extreme poverty is, in fact, traumatizing)

Jack: bro is carrying the mental wellness of savanaclaw on his well-built shoulders

Azul: Body Dysmorphic Disorder and EDNOS (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified). He has some serious body image issues to the point that i would definitely classify them as disordered, and he exhibits restrictive eating habits that also fall within the bounds of disordered eating. I wouldn't say he's anorexic or bulimic, so EDNOS is probably the best diagnosis.

Jade: okay. So. If Jade were over 18, i would say he might have a cluster b personality disorder (cluster b includes antisocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, and histrionic personality disorder. Yknow. The most stigmatized ones.), but you CANNOT diagnose anyone under the age of 18 with a personality disorder... and also i don't think he quite meets the criteria? Maybe on the spectrum. He's a freak but idk if he's diagnosable.

Floyd: ADHD, either combined or inattentive type. people like to throw around the word "bipolar" with floyd but they have a fundamental misunderstanding of bipolar disorder. BD mood swings are not even close to the frequency of floyd's. They can last for weeks or even months and are far more extreme highs and lows. He matches ADHD symptoms far better (constantly seeking stimulation, emotional dysregulation, trouble maintaining focus, etc.).

Kalim: ADHD combined type and C-PTSD. Listen. It is not fucking normal to constantly be in fear for your life and it will leave a person traumatized. Also he matches the classical ADHD symptoms.

Jamil: probably also has C-PTSD. Wouldn't be surprised if he develops some kind of personality disorder either due to trauma.

Vil: okay like... honestly? I think he's okay. He has some inferiority complex going with neige but 1. That's not a diagnosis and 2. It's not particularly disordered aside from the SDC incident.

Rook: he's a freak. But idk if his freak is diagnosable.

Epel: "a bit of a dick sometimes" is not a diagnosis

Idia: Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, MDD, autism, and PTSD. please god get this guy some antidepressants.

Ortho: he is a robot. he has a soul now but he seems like a very neurotypical and not mentally ill robot. Idk maybe autism??

Malleus: this guy is so full of autism it's unreal

Lilia: PTSD. Not even a question.

Silver: Narcolepsy, possibly with cataplexy, although I don't know if his sleeping spells constitute true cataplexy. Excessive daytime sleepiness is, however, a classical symptom of narcolepsy. Also probably on the spectrum. Flat affect king.

Sebek: Autistic ADHD legend. specifically ADHD hyperactive type.

[avocado-writing]

Hi dear! I would like to appreciate your works. I really enjoy everything you wrote, Wish you have a great day! 💗

Since you're taking requests, could you please write Wade with a polite, sweet and delicate partners. He's with a person who's the definition of "Too pure for this world and MUST be PROTECTED at all cost" His partner showers him with love and validation, and always love to listen to him! Thanks! 💓

possibly based on real life events.

Wade Wilson is so in love, it must be sickening to everyone around him. 

In fact he knows it is and he does not care. He’ll say “look at this meme the love of my life sent me!” and the person who he shows will roll their eyes, as if you don’t have incredible taste in cat pictures. He’ll monologue constantly about how cute you are and how much he loves that scrunchy thing you do with your nose. He’s recited committed-to-memory facts about you so many times that his friends can parrot them too. 

“Yes, I know what their favourite film is, I know you took them to a special viewing of it for their birthday. It’s cute, Wade,” says Laura, patting him on the arm condescendingly. Well, it’s not his fault you’re so wonderful! There isn’t a single thing about you that’s not perfect. He’s constantly bowled over about just how much affection he can fit in his body for you. The other night he was going on about something stupid - he can’t even remember what now, maybe it was about the new Taco Bell menu? - and then realised you hadn’t interrupted him once to shut him up like most people would.

You’d looked over the top of your magazine at him when he’d pointed this out, brow cocked.

“Why would I want you to shut up? I like listening to you talk, Wade.”

Marry you. He’s going to marry you. Every day, then divorce you every day too so he can marry you again. 

You are probably too good for him. Most of his social circle thinks so. You’re patient and kind, when you’re not at your job - where you work at a charity adopting out senior animals, as if you could be any more of a fucking angel - you like to spend your time in his shitty little kitchen, baking desserts for him to get home to. He’ll find you getting Al to taste test for you and his apartment full of laughter and joy. 

Man, he’s definitely put on like, six pounds since the two of you started dating. He needs to be stronger in the face of your cupcakes. 

They are really fucking good though. 

He walks in that night with a plushie under his arm. It’s a cow. He remembers you mentioning offhand how cute you thought cows were, so he decided to grab the biggest one the toy store one the way home had just because he knows it’ll make you smile. You don’t need any more stuffed toys; you sleep with them all in the bed and they’re pushing him off the side at this point because of their sheer number but, well, he likes seeing you happy. 

And then he hears sobbing. 

“Sweetheart?” he asks, immediately panicked. Are you injured? Has someone come to hurt you - has he painted a target on your back because of his job? Bile fills his throat as he stumbles forward…

…and there you are, sitting in front of the TV, PlayStation controller in your lap as tears run down your face while the end of the game plays out. Wade has never felt such relief in his life, laughing as the ache of it is taken from his chest. You turn to him with wide, watery eyes. 

“Don’t you laugh at me, Wade Wilson!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But babe… are you crying at the end of Kingdom Hearts?”

“No!” you lie, trying to mop your face off with your sleeve. Then the music hits its crescendo from the crappy speakers and you start wailing all over again. 

He loves you. He’d kill a million billion people for you. It would take a hell of a long time but hey, one word and he’d do it. If anyone even lifted a finger to hurt you he’d execute them so thoroughly that every generation of their family would be wiped out of existence too. 

To put it in terms you’d approve of, he’d do anything for you. But he also knows you’d never ask him to. You’re just that wonderful. 

“… would it help if I got us take-out and you started playing the second one?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to confirm. 

“I could be in this fucking game, beat Donald Duck’s little feathery ass. Disney, make it happen.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it. Pizza or Chinese?”

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[deonsx]

If They Become Your Boyfriend

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor

Content: Nsfw

Dazai Osamu

• It was really hard for Dazai to trust someone, and it was hard for you too, but when he realized that he was truly in love with you, the wall he built was broken down by you. It took him a long time to trust you, he waited a long time to tell you everything, but you gave him time

• He's a total physical contact freak, his hands are constantly wandering around your body, he caresses your leg while sitting next to you, he holds your hands while walking, he always hugs your waist at work and gives you lots of long kisses

• He uses a lot of endearments such as "baby" "my girl" "my love" "honey" "darling" but these are just the names he uses around people. Assuming that your relationship has really hot nights, then these can turn into things like "Slut" "Good girl" These only make you hotter for him

• You never pushed him about his bandages but you always complimented them you planted kisses on his beautiful brunette skin and caressed his hair that day was very gloomy but it was like you were on a cloud for you dazai gave you permission to untie his bandages

• He likes to be sensual and slow in bed. He is serious, of course he can be a tease sometimes, but in general he likes to listen to your slow moans and spend that moment slowly and pleasurably

Chuuya Nakahara

• He really cares about his woman, his long thin fingers are always on you and he is a very jealous boyfriend. If he feels suspicious around him, he will eliminate that person and he will not feel even the slightest regret while doing this

• He buys you a lot of gold and diamonds as a gift. He really doesn't want you to miss anything. He buys you the most beautiful and most suitable of everything, from the most beautiful lace dresses to the underwear (he will steal them later)

• His taste is amazing, he always cooks you the best meals, so you never need a chef, you can always offer to cook together. If he is tired that day, he will definitely accept it, but otherwise he never wants to tire you out, maybe this is possible during the marriage period (he really wants this but thinks it's too early)

• Even though he seems like a very tough guy, he is a delicate man and he loves to sleep on your lap. He loves to lie in the spoon position so that he can feel every part of you clearly.. he loves your hips very much and sometimes he tries to put his head there and sleep

• He likes to pour wine on you and clean them with his tongue. He always tells you how much he loves the pleasure of finding his two favorite things side by side. He is always kind and aims to be the best for you

Fyodor Dostoyevski

• He is a really cold person but you never paid any attention to his coldness and continued to love him and after he noticed you, you experienced a strange excitement and eventually you found yourself in a relationship with him for 2 years and you are very happy with it

• You loved to caress his purple hair and tug it while you was moaning under him, and you loved to leave multiple fingernail marks on his back and bruises on his body. His white Russian skin was completely covered in red. Your body is completely purple, he definitely can't control himself, you don't regret it

• He's a jealous guy but he's a real pokerface when it comes to showing it, if he sees someone too close to you he removes them invisibly, his love language is definitely when he speaks words he likes to use naughty words on you

• He keeps kissing you longer, long and deep kisses all the time... his fingers squeeze your waist and leave delicate kisses on your neck, He's always rough in bed but he gave you a safe word beforehand so if you feel too unbearable he'll stop when you say it and he actually gives you gentle massages and calms you down in those moments

• He buys you the most expensive clothes, he doesn't have any money-related problems, he gave you an unlimited card and allowed you to spend as much as you wanted, he never made you feel incomplete, he showered you with luxury everywhere, even if you didn't ask for money

Enjoy!

There will be almost 500, requests are open, I will make them all as soon as possible

[daenysx]

Okay blurb req for old money!Aemond who is ALSO a model for really expensive brands and his gf is a photographer👀 inspired by the photoshoot and that one specific blue leopard print pic🙂‍↕️🤭

oh my god i hope i did well, thank you, rue !! <33333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

cw; modern!aemond being a hopeless romantic, suggestive, kisses, no but he's really so in love it hurts, photographer!reader and model!aemond can be a new favorite wow

"are you sure this is professional?"

aemond has no shame, honestly. you don't think you can be expected to be 'professional' when your boyfriend looks like he'll ruin your entire existence by looking like the most charming being in the entire universe.

his blue eyes sparkle in the latest photos you take, a stark contrast with his platinum blonde hair. flowy strands make you want to pull aemond to yourself enough to give him a good kiss on his neck as your fingers travel in his hair. maybe you can do that when you get to be alone with him. oh, you'll definitely do that when you're alone.

"i believe i'm extremely professional." you murmur, holding his hand to make him pose the way you want. "if you stop being so distracting, it'll be even better."

he smirks. a small quirk of lovely lips, he's handsome and he knows it. he leans into your space and your hold on your camera tightens. you will not kiss him. you can't, there are other people here, and this is business. you take a step back.

"i'm only doing what you tell me to do." he says like he's the most innocent man. "you can't say i'm not being good."

you give him a small smile. he's in the mood for playing.

"i didn't say that." you say, quietly. "come on, a few more for me and we'll be done."

aemond fixes his posture, your one hand still holding his. "of course." he says, coolly. "you know i can actually be good for you. as many as you want, you'll have it."

you lick your lips to control your face expressions. not the time, not the place. just like you say to him, only a few more and you'll be done.

the clothes he's wearing make aemond look taller as if it's actually possible. you admire his poses, his confidence and his awareness of how good he looks. he turns his head for another picture, his eyes following your every move. it's like a wordless conversation between you two.

"can i get one with a smile?" you ask him, your hand directing his last pose. "not too wide, just- a subtle one, please."

"i'm afraid that's not possible if i'm going to give you a smile." he flirts. "maybe you should let someone else take the photo if you need a subtle one."

you hear two girls giggling at the corner. he really thinks he's so fun, doesn't he? it's his world here, he knows how to charm his way and he certainly knows how to be a flirt. you're thankful he's already yours, it would be impossible to handle him otherwise.

after another fifteen minutes, you're all done. you go next to aemond, leaving your camera. people around you move quickly to clean up the place, and fix all the mess that has been made. aemond takes your hand to brush a kiss on your knuckles. his eyes are warm this time, so clear under this lights.

"what do you think?" he asks. "good?"

you nod softly. "probably the best in a long time."

"kind of hard not to." he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer. "i had the best photographer."

you give him a kiss on his cheek but that's all. he's been teasing you all day long. "do you flirt with all your photographers like this, mr. targaryen?"

"absolutely not." he answers, cheekily. "my flirting skills are reserved for only one person."

"i think you owe me a drink." you tell him. "even working is easier than trying to deal with your incessant teasing."

"we'll have dinner first." he says, kissing the side of your head. he doesn't say, but he's tired. "think of what you want to eat when i'm changing, okay? i have a few options if you can't decide."

[bibi-the-pooh]

I just finished listening to Hunter’s iHeart podcast, and I’m fully convinced that they adapted Tyler’s storyline from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It’s also worth noting that the podcast was released after they started filming Season 2, so by that time, Hunter had read at least some of the scripts.

Based on the book’s storyline- and everything we know about season 2-, here are the most plausible theories that come to mind:

1.Hunter said that by the end of Season 1, Tyler had "kind of lost all his humanity." I doubt Hyde responds well to solitary confinement in Willowhill. So, during Wednesday’s first visit, she’ll likely encounter the Hyde persona—not Tyler. Still, considering how deeply they got under each other’s skin in Season 1, it’s possible that something Wednesday says might trigger the real Tyler. That 'something' could relate to Donovan or Francoise.

2. Maybe I’m overanalyzing, but the way Hunter said, “Can you redeem someone who murdered some people?” was suspicious—he was literally giggling and kicking his feet while saying it. I genuinely believe that this question will be central to Tyler’s arc this season. I’d even bet money on it, especially since this season’s main theme is 'losing control'.

3. There has to be a nerve-wracking event in Tyler’s life to reawaken "the real Tyler." I’ve prepared myself for Donovan’s death, but I doubt they’ll kill him off so easily. If it does happen, it would require buildup—and once it happens, it needs to launch Tyler into a whole new emotional level. His mother is already presumed dead, so if he also loses his father, it could be the final blow that unravels him, this wouldn't fit into the agenda. That said, I’m pretty convinced Donovan won’t die—not yet. There's too much left to resolve: Morning Song, Willowhill, the stalker, and Tyler’s redemption arc. Plus, Hyde is too big of an asset for the show. Season 1 practically revolved around that violent little cutie. Tim Burton has built his entire career on making people empathize with morally grey—or even black—characters. I don’t think he’d let his hand-drawn "sensitive monster" go without a glorious send-off.

4. Either Francoise is still alive, or Donovan is in a situation where he needs to be saved. I believe this will connect directly to the people running Willowhill and the Morning Song cult. These two organizations are probably linked.

Willowhill definitely isn’t innocent. I believe the hospital is run by Morning Song cult members, elitist outcasts, or xenophobic normies. And all of them have a motive to abuse the outcast patients—especially someone like Tyler Galpin.

Laurel was just a pawn in a bigger game. Since she was able to access Francoise’s files, someone powerful must've been behind her. I suspect it’s the normies, but they likely lack Laurel’s personal vendetta. They don’t have strong emotional motives to oppose outcasts, they might even work with them if they see any benefit for themselves.

I think Dr. Fairburn might turn out to be a decent character, but Heather Matarazzo’s character is probably a sleeper-cell spy. Wednesday will likely uncover both her scheme and Principal Dort’s hypocrisy soon enough, and she may offer a quid pro quo to secure Tyler’s release. She wouldn’t risk being on the wrong side of history—if outcasts were abusing normies and suppressing their own kind, that would be a declaration of war in Wednesday’s book.

5. I’m still unsure how Wednesday would manage to keep Hyde under control, though. Maybe Bianca could use her siren song, or perhaps Hyde would choose to cooperate with Wednesday of his own accord. I pray the latter turns out to be true, because there’s something delicious about Hyde choosing to side with Wednesday while still being unreliable — and Tyler occasionally surfacing, messing with her mind just because he still resembles the boy she once knew.

6. And then there’s Karloff—that Frankenstein wannabe. How thrilling!

I have to admit, I have no idea how he'll come into play. I don't want to dwell on what the leaker said about him, I refuse to accept that bizarre "He accidentaly becomes Tyler's master" bs. For the second time, LET MY BOY LIVE ON HIS OWN WILL! (or Wednesday's...wait, who said that?). Though if he does get out and starts wreaking havoc around Jericho, I can definitely see why Wednesday would want Tyler on her side. You can only beat a monster with another one.

7. The stalker and the Addams family secrets also come into play. We know they’re trying to pave the way for a Fester spinoff. Maybe the stalker will turn out to be Debbie—but that’s just a wild guess. In any case, I don’t think this storyline will have a major impact on the season finale. It’ll more likely feed into the Red Death/Slasher/Camp episodes.

[felassan]

Polygon: 'How Dragon Age: The Veilguard’s writers decided each companion’s romance arc'

Rest of post under a cut due to spoilers.

“There’s so many different flavors of romances with the characters that even if one doesn’t work for you, one of them I think is likely to,” creative director John Epler told Polygon. “But they’re so tied to the character arcs that they become part of that character development as opposed to ‘and also you can romance them on the side.’” For instance, Epler said, Bellara’s romance is purposefully awkward and stilted. (“As Bellara’s writer, I’m very familiar with it,” he added.) “It’s clearly somebody who doesn’t see themselves as someone people are going to want to romance,” he said. “And so one of my favorite things is paying Bellara a compliment, and she takes it in the most awkward [way]. Because she herself as a character, and something you see through her arc, has these issues with how she sees herself, especially after what happened in her past. And so that romance kind of plays off of that as somebody who does have, I wouldn’t say necessarily low self-esteem, but has issues with self-regard. This is how that romance goes, especially if they are themselves a very awkward character.” Meanwhile, Lucanis — who joins the party after you rescue him from an underwater prison where he was tortured for a year after someone in his inner circle betrayed him — has a long road ahead of him in terms of opening up and letting others in. (That also means the results of one big early game choice might cut him off entirely.) “[He] has an arc that’s very much about family and letting people get close and seeing what happens,” said Epler. “And so with his romance, you get more of a slow burn where it doesn’t feel like you’re ever getting quite as close to him as maybe you want until the very end.” In addition to the player-chosen romance arcs, some companions you haven’t chosen to romance might enter romantic relationships with one another (or in the case of one character, with an NPC that isn’t in your party). This isn’t the first time non-romanced party members get together: A fan favorite, for example, is Qunari mercenary Iron Bull and Tevinter mage Dorian Pavus in Dragon Age: Inquisition. But Veilguard has more opportunity than ever before for these side romances to blossom. It all came down, once again, to what made sense for these characters’ own arcs. Bellara doesn’t romance anyone outside of Rook because, as Epler said, she is a “very focused person with a very specific obsession.” Romance isn’t exactly on the top of her mind. For Taash and Harding, however, a romance made perfect sense — both characters navigate accepting who they are and how that fits in with what they thought they knew about the communities and cultures they hail from."

“I think one of my favorite parts of that arc is how much compatibility comes through as you go through their arcs and you realize these are two people […] broken in ways that are so complementary to allow them to heal each other,” said Epler. “They end up developing this very lovely relationship, lovely romance that makes sense for the both of them.” Players might understandably want to go into the game without any spoilers about what characters might get together. But if you’re heading into your second playthrough and you already know more about what the characters’ relationships with one another look like, making decisions might take on a whole new level of significance. That was definitely the case for game director Corinne Busche. “What I love about those developments is that it really gives us some interesting and compelling decision-making about the choices and the consequences within the game,” she told us. “[The relationships] have an extra level, I think, for the decision making. I don’t want to get into spoilers, but there was a moment where I set the controller down and had to go, Oh my God, how can I possibly make this decision knowing what I know of these two characters and how they feel about each other? Oh, it just really makes it hit.” There’s a lot of emphasis on the inter-character relationships in Veilguard. Not only is there the usual party banter while out and about in the world, but you can also stumble upon conversations between characters back at your home base, mitigate disagreements between them, and read codex entries about their book club meetings, cooking rotation, and other things. It makes sense that writing interactions between these companions might spark some ideas for the writers. “It really does come down to who makes the most sense for these characters and who as the writers we are excited about pairing up,” said Epler. “Because I think something people forget is […] well, it’s not technically fanfiction. It’s the same impetus that drives fanfiction where you’re like, Who are the characters we love the most and who do we want to see together? Who do we think makes the most sense as a couple? And then playing with that and seeing if it actually does make sense.”

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[igotparasiticbrainwormscalled911]

ROTTMNT headcanons

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On the longer side of a read, spent an hour thinking of all these headcanons

Its now 6AM,

Goodnight!

Raph;

- Obviously Raph has some anger issues, but, he tries to do certain shit to make him „less angry,“ and more calm. A few examples would be him drinking tea or meditating, it works for him, sometimes.

- Raph's more than the smashy Smash Guy! After-Movie Raph constantly thinks about what happened in the Contents of the movie, and what he learns in said contents.

- Raph is able to put forth a lot of his anger when going on missions because of whst goes down on them. He was chilling with doing that all till the movie, afterwards feeling any sort angry or violent emotion made him disgusted, it always made him think about what he did under the Kraang's control.

Donnie;

- Donnie just straight up avoids ANY emotions Happening around him, strong feelings and he gets a strong feeling to flee the scene.

- Donnie's the one who lacks the most empathy out of all of the turtles which I can get more into later.

- Donnie's a germaphobe which is kind of silly to think about, Like, Yeah, the Turtle who grew up in the dirty sewers is a clean Freak? YES. Yes Bro.

- Donnie just has bountiful amount of peculiar phobias.

- Donnies autistic, duh

Leo;

- I'm not going to lie, I do Genuinely project on Leo so A handful of headcannons are just my personal projections.

- Leo bites the skin around his nails but oddly enough not the nails themselves.

- Leo has Generalized Anxiety Disorder but tries To Play off his anxiety and „Act Cool“.

- Leo's got some sort of Hero complex, but, he struggles to take situations Seriously, which causes him to Mess Up missions on a few occasions.

Mikey;

- I feel like Mikey's little orange spots just glow sometimes, or maybe just his body in general. I made this one mainly cause I thought its some silly Mikey shit he'd do.

- A quite common headcannon in the fandom that I just agree with is After-Movie Mikey having some sort of nerve damage in his hands.

- Mikey is emotionally intelligent, but just straight up aggressive with it. If you can't get in touch with your feeling around Dr. Delicate Touch then you're cooked.

- After-Movie Mikey also constantly thinks about the what-ifs, like „What if I wasn't able to make the portal,“ or „what if that didn't work,“ etc. He gets all sad thinking about, the possiblity of That Actually being the way Leo goes out, and solidifying in his 13 year old head the fact that they could die doing their missions, like, forreal.

Turtle Dynamics (?)

- Leo and Donnie BOTH are insomniacs theres no way they aren't.

- They all definitely have some sort of PTSD ESPECIALLY After the Movie bro

- Leo &Mikey have ADHD and I feel like either of them are capable of having AUDHD.

- Mikey sneaks out a LOT to go Graffiti, if the turtles know theyll either try to come with, stop him, or turn a blind eye. Raph would either try to come with or stop him from doing it, while Donnie would probably just turn a blind eye, and then Leo would either or honestly.

- Mikey's the easiest to open up to out of all of them, he's got the best advice and he's a great listener. Donnie's the worst to open up to, he gets awkward, quiet, and worst of all, sweaty. Leos mediocre at comforting people, and Raph tries his best to help.

- Raph's the Tank, Leo's the DPS, Mikey's the Support, and Donnie's the Tech Guy. (Donnie's a Tank for sure)

-They all smell like soap and cleanliness and nothing else.

Casey;

- Casey lives with the rest of the family Happily Ever After the Contents Of The Movie though he still misses his turtles. He still frequently thinks of what they would say or do in certain situations, like he still looks up to them for Guidance even though they're gone.

APRIL OOOOO'NEEILLL;;;!!!!

- APRIL O'NEIL IS APART OF THE FAMILY;!!!!

- The turtles treat her like a sister and a Equal. Splinter treats her like a niece, or a daughter. (Niece is fits better for their Dynamic IMO)

- April usually calls Donnie when she wants help with something, since hes more straight to the point than the others.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION ! ! !

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This is a New Tumblr and I'm trying to get more posts out and get my account all sorted and whatnot.

I'd really appreciate any comments, dms, notes, etc. I'm probably going to add more to this post, whenever I think of whatever headcanons nd all

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[betterinvienna]

but even though you're killing me | childe x gen!reader

chapter 1: prologue

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synopsis: Ajax is most attracted to the things that hurt him: combat, heartbreak, and you. Inspired by Chainsaw Man’s Angel, reader possesses deadly, unwanted power; to touch reader’s skin is to shorten your lifespan by an unspecified, varying amount. For this reason, reader resides in a secluded spot of Dragonspine and wears heavy, impenetrable clothing – well, up until reader’s life is impeded by a moment of weakness. Luckily for the lovestruck redhead, he’s here for a good time — not a long time.

[ 1.7k words — fluff, slow burn & angst — no warnings ]

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author's note:

testing the waters here with a prologue. getting kind of busy, so i'm trying to put aside more time to write. definitely going to continue this story because i like the plot, but i just wanted to see if anyone else would like to follow the story as it goes along :') i've also discovered the art of using rich text instead of html on ao3. let's hope this goes well. find me on ao3 under the same user!

He found you in a tent, far away from Liyue’s main city. You laid there, tense and cold, fading in and out of consciousness under the biting wind and freezing temperatures. You were but a couple miles away from Dragonspine, your destination, when you fell victim to a forgotten trap that mangled your foot, ultimately incapacitating you.

“Hey,” he pushes your shoulder around, as if you were a doll. “Are you awake?”

You feel a hand on your shoulder. If not for your thick jacket, your adrenaline would have you up and running, away from him. Yet there must be a way to warn him either way?

Mustering up the last bit of energy anyone could get from braving these conditions, you manage to strain a weak “no.” You hate that he found you in this state, but your head is throbbing, and it feels like it’s about to roll clean off of your neck.

The ginger misunderstands and tilts his head to get a better look at you. “Oh. You’re not awake?” Your thumbnail digs into the plush of your upper palm, cursing him – or yourself – out in your head for your vague statement. He chuckles, not realizing the severity of the situation. “Apologies for getting in the way of your naptime, then.” You massage the crescent you left, controlling your breathing.

He pats you on the shoulder as a farewell, and you push out a meek “stop” mingled with “help.” You manage to move enough of your foot to call attention to it. His eyes dart to the crimson painted sheets covering your foot and he tears the film away, the blood glistening in the moonlight.

“Oh,” he mutters. He curses under his breath before backing out of the tent, his hand motioning a “wait”, and craning his neck to call for someone else, maybe a friend.

The rest that is memorable fades, and your foot still aches in a cardiac rhythm…

• • • 

“Did I tell you to pick up extra luggage on the way there?” 

“I don’t have to be told to do anything.” 

Your head has quieted, but your foot burns with the same momentum as before.

“Insufferable.” The man says it through his teeth – you can hear the air seethe through.

“It’s unfortunate you’re heartless.” The man from last night. “You weren’t raised right.”

“Mmm.” The other man clicks his tongue, possibly in faux agreement. “I wasn’t raised at all.”

Sun peeks through the blinds, and your eyes finally open from the illumination. When they do, you find yourself under scratchy, quilted covers in a wooden cabin, a fireplace lit in the near distance. Two men – one tall, one short – are standing in the common room.

You recognize the tall man’s fiery hair, and your memories begin to rush back. They stutter and cloud your mind, the air feeling funnily cloyed with a heavy steam.

Tent. Touch. Awake. No. Help. Foot. Touch. Touch.

Touch. That’s right. Your foot…

The situation begins to become more urgent now. Your neck snaps towards the icy window, in an effort to recognize your surroundings, and your headache returns. You choose to ignore it, feeling around the bed before tearing the warm cover from your body and examining your injury.

Bare and bandaged. Bare and bandaged.

Your headache is booming now. Your breath turns heavy, and you stumble to regain balance on your foot, rushing to pull on your thick clothes and get out of here.

“Hey – calm down.” The taller man rushes into the room, a firm hand on the doorframe. You now get a good look at his face. Freckled, sun kissed, and luminant. Scars litter certain parts of his face, but it only piques your curiosity momentarily. Even in those few seconds, you could tell his personality was merely a facade. Maybe he was left behind like you were. Maybe he's seen in a different light like you are. Maybe he's different - like you are. To be fair, he's gone out of his way to aid you. Why not give him the benefit of the doubt? Some leniency? Unfortunately, he’s handsome, but he’s dead if you don’t get out of here. He reaches for you, but you shriek and step back erratically. 

“Stop! Don’t – get away from me, please. Just. Stop.” You put a hand up. This is a familiar situation – always feeling like you’re an ungrateful bully to those who only wish you well. Like the monster on the hill - literally. “Thank you for helping me.” 

The shorter one appears now, glaring at you. His lips form unintelligible, probably condemning, words in the other man’s ear. He swats him away.

If he knew, he’d know better than to call this anything but heroic.

You wince at the ache of your foot, and he reaches for you again, but this time you launch yourself further back, onto the wall. Your back bones slam against the hardwood, the pain burning as it spreads through your back, reminiscent of a dull flame.

Not again. It won’t happen again. 

The shorter man rolls his eyes at you from behind the ginger and turns his back, walking off.

You slide down the wall, watching the man from before through your eyebrows. You dig your heels into the creaky wooden floors and anticipate his every move like a cornered animal. It’s annoying to feel that way. To be that way.

“Can you chill out?”

Okay. That caught you off guard. Chill out? 

You grit your teeth and hold up your hand to his face again, as if to say “stop.” If you’re going to leave him vulnerable to you, maybe you should tell him – or at least, give him a quick overview – about your full-time position as walking poison.

“Let me explain.” You sputter out, quickly, hopefully keeping him mentally preoccupied enough to not make any moves while you lay the groundwork. “Listen. I’m only going to tell you once. Don’t touch me. It’s something I don’t want to get into. Just don’t touch my bare skin. Please – trust me.”

He nods. Good. It doesn't matter what he thinks the reason behind it is. “That’s fine with me. Are you good to stand?” He holds out a hand and then glances at it. He retracts the hand with quickness and offers an apologetic smile instead. Awkward.

“I’m fine. I just need to get to this guy I know up the mountain.” Hand up again. “It’s none of your business, so I’ll be able to go myself.” You plant your palms flat against the wall and maneuver yourself up, careful to not place too much pressure on the plush of your foot. He seems to be looking at you more carefully now, like he wants to say something. For a cabin in the middle of Dragonspine, it smells awfully smoky in here.

“I’m Childe, by the way.”

You nod, being sure to keep surveillance on him tight as you trace the edges of the bedroom, collecting your belongings. You don’t really care for him – or his name. 

It’s whatever, anyway. He doesn’t have to know your name. Actually, he’d be better not knowing it. Or anything about you. From… continuous research, you’ve found that a person most often has 4 moments of contact with your bare skin before it’s wraps for them. Of course, the amount can be way higher – or way lower – than that, but as a child, you saw your fair share of destruction caused by doe eyes and an underdeveloped frontal lobe. Keeping your distance from everyone is something you’ve gotten used to. You make human contact here and there – like now, unfortunately – but it’s not like you’re a townie conversing with your favorite vendor every day and hopping off to tend to your humble, centenarian family restaurant bustling with the chattiest neighbors around.

It’s a life you’d like to live, not one you can live. That’s why the image is so detailed. You learned that very early on, albeit the hard way. Now, your life is one best spent with snowflakes, papers and pens, books, and the occasional trips around the snowy beast of a mountain. Solitude is nice. Solitude is yours. It’s not living or tangible, and it won’t put you in a box and leave you on a dingy Liyuean street during your most crucial developmental years.

“I get that you don’t want to talk.”

“Then why do you keep speaking?” At this, he winces.

Childe opens his mouth, then closes it again. His tongue darts out as makeshift chapstick, and you warily follow every movement. You begin to back out of the doorframe, into the living room, and it seems like Childe has finally given up on reconciliation – up until he seems to remember something. Here it comes.

“A guy up the mountain?” This is so annoying. You hate explaining. From years of isolation and people-watching, it’s painfully obvious when someone is trying to strike up further, unwanted, conversation with you. 

You decide it won’t hurt to humor him. Toss him a bone. They always run out of questions and mull over a fresh batch long enough for you to slip the other way. After a certain point, predictability gets irritating. “Albedo,” you breathe. “His name is Albedo.”

Childe’s eyes light up – but minimally. He’s lacking a fundamental "human" aspect, and you notice. Just like you noticed those hardened, deep scars. “I know him,” he backs up. Thank God. “I can take you to him.” Oh. 

This is the first time anticipating another’s steps has shot you in the foot. The atmosphere turns clammy and tense, and you want to get out of here, but Childe is persistent. It doesn’t seem that “I can take you to him” was formatted as an offer. He’s going on about leaving room for you in the carriage and apologizing for something, but you tune him out in interest of a more pressing matter.

Your foot burns, and you hobble towards the bed, grabbing the pin of the footboard. It’s an unnatural pain – you’ve dealt with pain before, it’s nothing new. But this feels different. It’s as if something is trying to crawl out your foot, making it a point to touch every single functional nerve on the way. It’ll likely be fine once you get to Albedo, but you’re starting to rethink travelling solo. 

Childe pops his head in the door, fine snow decorating his hair. “Are you coming?” 

You huff and tighten your iron grip on the pin. Think. How far would you make it before you fall over and become frozen food for the birds?

“I’m coming.”

[helloiamadrawer]

𝘟𝘓𝘙8 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵

A/n: so I had a Ben 10 era a month ago and literally XLR8 was one of my faves soo I wrote this and I might write a sfw alphabet for him too idk?? This is based on when Ben IS NOT transformed into the aliens (basically I wrote how XLR8 would be personality wise) anyway enjoy!

All characters are AGED UP!!

A-Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He's already had everything out (towels, water, a hot bath,etc.) before y'all even did the deed?? Well that's no shocker really for the speed demon who loves and cares for you unconditionally. And how can he not forget the best part..cuddles! He likes being big spoon for the most part uwu

B-Body Part (fav parts on themselves and their partner)

XLR8 would be lying if he didn't say his legs since they are his modes of transportation but its a tough decision between that or his eyes. His lover however, he would like to say everything but his top choices are their thighs and neck. Cause he sometimes can't help but to think of the many sinful ways he can mark both places so roughly to remind you who you belong to.

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)

It's a nice contrast when on contact with his skin, as for the taste, it has no/little flavor but at least swallowable. As for places he likes to cum on, he can't really decide but if he were to choose it would definitely be your stomach.

D-Dirty Secret

He hates to admit it but he wants his arms and legs bounded in ribbon while you tease him in the worst ways possible that he'll have no choice to break out of the restraints and finally have his way with you..

E-Experience

Thanks to his advanced thinking it did not take him long to learn the basic aspects of sex once matured and quickly have you under his thrall for you two's first time. Eager to learn new things, he's quite skilled as his movements are filled by his love for you and a bit of his ego. Once you tell him what you want, he's grasped it in the center of his claws.

F-Fav Position

Eagle or Pinball Wizard; visual here and here

G-Goofy or Serious?

He's a combination, one night you and him can be giggling about when you called your kineceleran boyfriend a "horny ass lizard" as he was giving you head and he kinda laughed then accidentally his chin bumped into you lol. But when he gets more focused into the act itself, he wants to hear you plead for him, moan for him, feel his every motion whenever inside or outside your frame that is ever so dear to him as everything else is.

(skipping H because XLR8 has no hair)

I-Intimacy (the romantic aspect)

XLR8 actually takes his sweet time with you and uses his incredible speed less frequently. when he's fallen for someone he will NOT stop talking about it all the while thinking about it nor making sure everything is perfect whenever he sets up a date or just a day for just you two to hang (or bang hehe) but he gives his all for you, no matter what. Never scared to make the first move in public to let everyone know who you're with.

J-Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

I'm calling it, kinecelerans have very high sex drives. And so with that being said, you leave him for five minutes or good heavens even longer than that, he's already grinding himself needily against one of your pillows covered in your scent. It already makes him so hard, his cock already dribbling precum as he pleads and whimpers out your name in his hushed but gravelly voice, and in minutes yet maybe seconds comes undone ,tail curling in excitement as he rides out his high.

K-Kinks

Bondage- XLR8 can restrain you w/ his tail. Either it’d be wrapped around your neck, waist or trapping your wrists together. Foreplay or not, he loves taking control in that kind of way. Tail Fucking- If you think he's not going to use his tail first before his cock in you then you're sorely mistaken. He’ll test the waters first to see how wet you are, and then maybe just maybe he’ll nudge the first inch of his tail into your entrance, feeling that certain tightness that makes him want nothing more than to impale you right then and there. If he chooses that you're ready for more, the thickness of the first half stretches you out almost like his cock so blissfully even when he starts moving it. Note: it hasn't been the main event.. Marking-

There's nothing XLR8 likes more than decorating your body all in hickeys and love bites. Going the extra mile, teasing your thighs with licks and kisses before you actually mentally curse at him to go down on you.

L-Location

Mostly in the bedroom but when he wants to get real cocky, he will fuck you against the window, not even caring if anyone watches if by chance they catch a glimpse of you two, his ego will go sky high.

M-Motivation

You in general, your laugh, your smile, your scent and even how you react to his every touch and kiss he gives upon your body. In short, what gets you going usually gets him going.

N-No (things they would NOT do)

Anything that you're not comfortable with. Plain and simple.

O-Oral

Look, I bet both genders would love and adore the way XLR8 gives head. If you have a nice, warm and wet space in between your legs, the alien will devour you whole like it's his last supper, exploring your plush walls with his expert tongue and then sweeping over your swollen clit back and forth until you lose control. Or...if you have a dick, he'll take your shaft deep into his throat, bob his head up and down a bit before coming back up and swirling his tounge up and across your tip.. 10/10 would try again

P-Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

Most days he'll set the pace fast but never using his speed, his cock ruining your precious hole in the greatest way possible. Snarling lewd praises in your ear as you're blissfully pushed to the limi, screaming out his name.. But. Being a fast coded alien doesn't mean he doesn't like taking the slow route sometimes cause there's times where he likes making it last through one, long whole round and doing it all again after you both are flushed and sweaty from just one high makes him want to do it all over again.

Q-Quickies

Quick is XLR8's middle name wether it's riding his thigh before you have to go to work to knocking one out before that zoom call interview. Although, he can never prefer that over actually having sex with his lover.

R-Risk

He'll go as far as semi public sex. Dressing room sex, in a car, and if you're into the whole app controlled vibrator thing in public, you're gonna have a lot of fun then (more like he will)

S-Stamina (how many rounds can they go for?)

Is that even a question?? Normally 3 or 4 (maybe 5, depends on you) before you either tap out or use the safe word, either way it'll take a while before you can get used to not getting so worn out by the second or third but he understands that you're human and you can only take so much pleasure before it becomes too much.

T-Toys (do they use toys? If so, on themselves, on you or both?)

XLR8 doesn't really use them on himself, but on you 100% he will if you consent.

Xlr8 and toys are a great combination. He's more game for using them on you than himself. His voice taunting you with teaseful ministrations, watching your every reaction "Feels good doesnt it? Would be such a shame if i were to turn it off~" "It hasn't even been five minutes and you're already wet..this thing really is powerful." "I bet you had lotsa' fantasies of me doing this to you, huh?" If you persuade him to let you use a toy on him but nothing crazy. a stroker one day, maybe a vibrator another time but the sounds that come from his mouth are so worth riling him up for.

U-Unfair (are they a big tease?)

He's fair but mostly unfair for the most part, he'll have his cock half sheathed inside your plush walls and when he gets ever so close to your g spot he'll pull back and make you whine and beg with that pretty mouth of yours,to promise him that you'll be a good girl when eventually he will let you have it tenfold via overstimulation

V-Vocal (are quiet or loud during sex?)

Not quite loud but not quiet either, his breathing will get shaky when he's close, some panting against your neck and when he's near your ears he'll make sure you hear his satiable dirty talk that claims to make you mentally shut down in a good way

W-Wild Card (random headcanon)

Lil story of he found out your ears are also an erogenous zone:

both of you got into a little play fight and once XLR8 had you pinned down (quite swiftly I must say), out hatched an idea he was close to your ear as he took a moment to lightly blow against the shell of it and boy the reaction he got; your face all red as Four Arms' skin as your whole body shuddered, your hands latched around his waist, pulling the kineceleran down a bit so you could bury your face into his neck, whining. The blue alien chuckles cheekily, "oh I'm sorry, did that turn you on?"

"shut..up you-ah~" your remark was cut short by the feeling of your boyfriend's tongue sweeping over the outer frame of your ear and thus, your binaural kink was exposed

X-X-ray (what's going on in those pants)

(we are gonna keep it simple since he is male, not technical)

His cock stands proud at a great length of 7 inches with a prominent vein protruding on the left side, able to please you at multiple angles and sure it may be a struggle to slide into your mouth the first few times until you get used to it, but it's not really girthy. Might I add it's all black (no racial) so when he cums, the off-white gives quite a cool contrast with it tho

My analysis rank: 7.5/10

Y-Yearning

see J for source of yearning

He can go about a day w/o you and he's already touching himself the next day waiting for you to come back from work cause he wants you so bad, at least it's you he's thinking about lol

Z-Zzz (are they sleepy or awake after doing the deed?)

Since he has lots of stamina, he'll either pamper you first while he gets cleaned up, run you both a bath and then you're back in the bed dozing off on his chest, a smile forming on his blue features as he eventually rests along with you 💖

[lxdymoon0357]

Soooooo....yandere ji-hyeok and yandere ji-woj from marry my husband?

(Of-course, apologies if it's a bit rusty...)

Yandere!Ji-hyeok, Ji-won X Reader HCs

Yu Ji-hyeok

⊷ Okay, let's start with the fact that maybe he found with playing with the Pang and was immediately enamored with you, your personality, your caring nature, your beauty and introduced himself to you and took the kitty home hoping to see you again the next day..

⊷ Now it depends, if you came everyday after that, he would slowly build a bond with you and get your number and become one of your close friends, and if you didn't come like Jiwon..then he would still visit everyday hoping to see you bringing Pang with him!

⊷ Jihyeok, though definitely have a strong enough family is very much cared for you, he was always scared something will happen and the paranoia was horrible for his condition..he wouldn't sleep or anything, Huiyeong got annoyed at this and she agreed to be your friend to keep tabs on you for him so he gets his rest..

⊷ Jihyeok is never one to use his power as the grandson of a huge chairman, but for you, he definitely uses it to his advantage, like having you get into his sector, having you work side-by-side with him or Huiyeong!

⊷ Would never let Minhwan or Sumin get near you, oh hell no..He has seen those two hurt Jiwon, so he helped his friend and he knows those two will try to get close to you as well..he's not going to allow that!

⊷ Makes sure you're with him AT ALL TIMES!! He cannot stand being away, he will hold your wrists tightly (a bit too tightly at times..) and has a hand on your waist if he can't hold your hand...he just gets paranoid when you're not around....Don't ask why, he just does...worried someone will hurt you..

⊷ Needs to have you at arms-length at ALL TIMES! if that isn't possible, you have to be in his eye range, he isn't afraid to falsely accuse people you care about of serious crimes if it means you'll be under his control and under his embrace..

⊷ Huiyeong is also around you at-least 99% of the time, he has her gain your trust and tell him anything you say or think or do...everything is passed through her hands to Jihyeok.

⊷ Most definitely blackmails Minhwan and Sumin under the threat of revealing their crimes they committed to Jiwon and getting them fired if they even try to gaze at you!

Kang ji-won

⊷ Jiwon is more of a protective yandere so say the least...she knows people aren't the kindest in this world and you were with her since childhood and you comforted her when her father passed, when Eunho Baek confessed to Sumin and when Sumin overall embarrassed her but she was too dense to see through it...

⊷ Jiwon will makes sure any one whom she sees as a threat is somehow suddenly away from you or trapped in a very bad situation, Jiwon can pull a few strings...she's not dumb!

⊷ Jiwon cannot stand Sumin or Minhwan being around you, she will blackmail them and isn't afraid to reveal info to certain people..She definitely got Huiyeong and Jihyeok under her fingers to help her if anything goes wrong.

⊷ Jiwon doesn't know it very well, but she's a rather good manipulator and can use people's words against them, she is absolutely not afraid to manipulate you into depending on her or staying with her.

⊷ Makes sure you're safe at all times, has given tiny trinkets and attached some type of camera to it to see you at all times! She is also kind of a stalker at times to make sure you don't get hurt, she gives your...so she can keep an eye on you.

⊷ She will not let you be with anyone else other than her, she has been feeling as though she had been through enough and she will take whatever she deems she's worthy of and all that she thinks she deserves! And that includes you darling.

⊷ She isn't afraid to extinguish a life-light of one of your dear ones, by a little mistake of falsely accuse them of a crime...she is smart enough and has connections through Jihyeok and Huiyeong.

[youreyeson1y]

01. and every time you breathe his air, just know i was already there

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pairing: student council president!yang jungwon x reader(f) cw: controlling relationship (context, (mostly) in the background), lots of swearing (y/n's love language is cursing basically lol), lmk if i missed anything !

synopsis: it has been months since you and jungwon broke up, so it shouldn't bother you if he's dating your bitchy nemesis, but you still can't help but get into catfights with her because you love to get a reaction out of little miss perfect. definitely not because you still have feelings for jungwon, right?

tags: high school au, exes to lovers(?), lowercase intended

author's note: not my best fic as a writer (since i literally wrote most of this in language class) but its become one of my favourites as i've come to love this fic so much because of all the feels and the character personalities, so i hope someway you'll find yourself here <3 ngl won's character is heavily inspired by en-drama because i'm obsessed. my first try at writing for my fav enha boy so i hope i did well !

word count: 2.8k

“bitch, are you actually crazy,’ with bright orange soda dripping down your shirt, you let out a slow chuckle, “or are you just mad that you taste me when he’s kissing you?” 

“fucking whor—,”

“that’s enough for today, girls, leave some energy for the rest of the day,” mrs. kang, the only teacher in the cafeteria, finally stood up from her seat and walked towards the commotion. 

“you just earned an hour in detention, you lady.” you couldn’t help but smirk when the teacher shot miss. ‘perfect’ a disapproving glare. “stay back tomorrow and maybe help out the volunteers, make yourself useful for once.” 

“but, uh, mrs. kang, she provoked me! she should be the one getting detention!” it was funny how she thought crushing the soda-can in her hands would deem her as innocent. 

“ma’am,” you knew you were a trouble-maker, but the only reason teachers trusted you was because you were sincere— or at least good at pretending you were. “i was only here to have a conversation, but she was the one who assaulted me out of nowhere,” 

one of the reasons you maintained a friendly relationship with the teachers was for situations like this. 

“and you know what ma’am, i’m not even mad that she attacked me, but wastage of food? oh, to think a thirsty kid could’ve been drinking that soda, but for it to get wasted on me like that?”

“that’s enough, y/n; don’t think i don't know your antics.” mrs. kang looked at you through her glasses. “another sentence and you’ll be enjoying detention with your best friend here.”

you flashed her a guilty but thankful smile. "of course ma’am, i understand.”

“and what are you all looking at? the bell’s about to ring, get back to your classes!” the teacher cursed under her breath, the crowd around you disappearing in an instant. 

mrs. kang looked around the cafeteria, and her face instantly lit up when she saw bitch #2. “ah, yang jungwon! thank god at least someone responsible is here.” 

you didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him, but you sensed him stand taller and simultaneously become smaller at the acknowledgement. 

“son, please take this menace to the nurse’s room, i don’t trust her enough to send her alone— god knows what more she’ll end up causing.” you flash mrs. kang a guilty smile. “meanwhile, you, young lady, come with me to the staff room.”

as you saw miss perfect follow mrs. kang with her tail between her legs, you couldn’t help but crack a triumphant smile. 

“thank you, ma’am, i’ll remember your kindness for the rest of my life!” you leave the cafeteria, seeing mrs. kang roll her eyes and say something along the lines of ‘i don’t get paid enough for this.’ 

not waiting for what's-his-face, you make your way towards the nurse’s room to find a spare shirt. 

“y/n! wait up,” your pace quickens as naturally as possible when you hear his voice, but jungwon easily catches up to you. “are you okay?”

“what do you want, yang jungwon?” it takes all effort in you to not look at him.

“here, take this,” you turned towards him when he offered his coat to you, his fingers slightly gripping your pocket, keeping you in place. with a glare, you take a step back.  “you're drenched, y/n. you’ll catch a cold like this.” 

“i don't need your charity,” maybe you did feel a chill go through your body, but you'd rather be dead than take help from jungwon. “you don’t have to help me just because a teacher asked you to, mr. president, i’m fine.” 

“y/n,” his tone was pleading but assertive. “don’t be like this,, i’m here as your friend—” 

“don’t even,” you scoffed, an annoyed expression adorning your face. 

“i thought you were my friend, but the way you have been acting lately tells me anything but. i know things are awkward because we broke up, but is human decency too much to ask for? 

"i’m not asking you to take sides, but you could've— nevermind now. i guess years of friendship goes down the drain just because your pretty little girlfriend can’t stand me.”

there goes your shot at being cool and nonchalant.

you didn’t mean to say that all, but words came spilling out of your mouth once you made eye-contact with him. 

jungwon looked shocked, speechless at your unexpected outburst. he took a step back. “i… i’m sorry, y/n.” 

you felt betrayed at yourself when you felt a pang of disappointment when he walked away. 

maybe you had expected him to say something? finally clear out all the misunderstandings and go back to how things were before? 

nonetheless, you also knew you could never go back to being just friends with him, yet you were starting to miss his company, and your aching heart was making it clear that you weren’t even a step closer to getting over him. 

but it didn't even matter now.

you sighed, resuming your journey towards the nurse’s room, your heart growing heavier when you find a bunch of napkins in your pocket where jungwon had touched you.  

“i mean it was kind of stupid to think mrs. kang would let you off the hook for causing a scene like that,” your best friend smirked, clearly enjoying this. 

“hey, whose side are you on?” you half-heartedly throw your eraser at her, slumping into your seat. “oh man, i was so excited to go back home and watch the new episode of the drama with you. guess that'll have to wait because apparently dusting books that people will never even read is way more important, i guess." 

"calm your dramatic ass down," your best friend chuckled, patting your head as you groaned and playfully banged your head on the table. "at least there will be no record of detention on your report." 

"i guess you're right... but i'll miss you," you blow kisses at her, making her laugh. 

"whatever weirdo, love you too," she stood up, giving you a smile. "i'll get going then. you better start your work soon if you don't wanna stay back for another hour." 

"see you soon!" after you wave at her, you stretch out in your chair, giving yourself a pep talk to survive the extra hour of work that was given to you by mrs. kang as "not a punishment, but something that will make you think twice before causing trouble again." 

although you weren't happy about this, you couldn't help but feel a sense of calm as you entered the library and walked through the many bookshelves, finally situating yourself amidst the very last shelves. 

life had gotten pretty hectic lately, so having some time in the library, when not a single soul was there, felt like pressing pause and breathing for a moment. you put on your mask, and some music as you half-heartedly start dusting the old books on the shelves. 

the quiet and solitude was something you longed for, but with nothing better to do, your mind couldn't help but go back to thinking about yang jungwon. 

maybe you were being irrational with him today, because of course, which guy would choose a friend over his girlfriend? you felt guilty, because you realised it was your selfish feelings that made you act that way. 

while you were accusing jungwon of not giving efforts to sustain your friendship, what had you been doing? 

weren't you the one picking the longer route to avoid running into him, or helping random people with their errands whenever he came into the room just to avoid a conversation? 

but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him; not because of the awkwardness, but because you couldn’t see him being with his girlfriend.

jealousy was another thing, but you couldn’t tolerate the way miss perfect treated him— it shouldn’t matter to you that she didn’t understand his niche habits, or that she didn’t let him finish his sentences, so you chose to stay quiet instead of making a scene, because you knew it was of no use anyway. 

“well, so much for not making a scene,” you groaned, glancing at the too-tight shirt you’d borrowed from the nurse’s office. 

finally pulled out of your thoughts by the alarm you’d set on your phone, you looked up at the giant clock at the library, and let out a quiet squeal when you noticed an hour was up. 

as you packed up your phone and belongings and walked towards the front of the library, you were stopped in your tracks as you heard a familiar voice in the otherwise silent room. as you slowly crept towards the front desk, the voice became clearer.

“yes sir, of course. no, i understand. i’ll make sure there’s no— yes sir, sure. right. thank you, sir, thank— oof.” yang jungwon slumped into the chair, his voice immediately losing its energy and him looking more tired than ever as he gently placed his phone on a cluttered table. 

as he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his face, it gave you the perfect opportunity to walk by, unnoticed, and— 

“won— hey, jungwon,” a small, comforting smile crept up on your face, as you slowly made your way towards him. “what are you doing here so late.” 

your heart fluttered in an act of betrayal when you saw his face instantly light up when he noticed you. 

“y/n! hey, hi. have a seat,” jungwon smiled, quickly trying to push the various open notebooks and leaflets towards himself to make space for you. “i uh, i just had to stay back for some work for next week’s event. what about you, why’re you here so late? everything okay?”

“haha, yes, mrs. kang just made me do some extra work to make up for today,” you took a seat beside him, both of you facing each other. “but wait, don’t tell me you’re doing work here so late? can’t you do it at home?”

“well, yes and no? the teachers are counting on me to look after everything because, you know…” he looked sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck, forever uncomfortable about his position as the president of the student council.

“and since most of the things require me to double check with the faculty and the campus, it’s easier to do these things at school. plus, i’ll have to take the measurements for the posters and all too, so i was planning to get it over by today itself instead of weighing down someone else with the work,” 

“goddamn, i didn’t know you had so much work to do. I could never handle such responsibility,” you let out a slow whistle, but then turned to him with concerned eyes. “it must be hard managing everything. are you okay, though? you can distribute the work between the members, you know? you don’t have to shoulder everything.” you gently put your hand on him, making sure he listens. 

jungwon was the type of person who always took on more work than it was healthy for them to carry out, but he always made sure he completed each and every task with perfection. 

you knew the boy struggled with being a people pleaser and a perfectionist, so you made sure to remind him to relax and take a breath every once in a while whenever you got the chance. 

“giving the work to other people doesn’t make you a bad leader, won, it is literally their job to help you. so, chill out a bit okay? and make sure you take breaks in between and not—”

you were interrupted by the soft hum of jungwon’s ringtone, and as you looked down on it, it was almost as if a bucket of cold water was splashed on you as you saw his girlfriend’s name flash on the screen. 

in an instant, you let go of his hand, your hands reaching up  to play with your hair and hopefully hide the red creeping up on your face. “you… you should probably pick that up.” you hoped your smile did not look lopsided. 

to your surprise, you saw jungwon silence his phone, and place it inside his pocket. “you were saying?” he gave you a small smile, acting as if nothing had happened. 

“um, dude, wasn’t that your girlfriend?” you sounded confused. “you should’ve picked up, i’m okay with it.”

“uh, ex… girlfriend.” 

“what the fuck?” you shrieked in surprise, your face red, both of you looking around to see if anybody heard you. you lowered your voice once again. “bitch what? didn’t we just argue like hours ago? because of you? wait, oh my god, don’t tell me she broke up with you because of me? oh god, i’m so sorry jungwon, i swear, i never meant to—”

your ramble was cut short when jungwon gently placed his hand over your mouth, chuckling at your wide eyes and flushed cheeks. 

“y/n, calm down, i’d broken up with her weeks ago,” this dude literally had the audacity to smile after giving you a mini heart attack. “actually… it's a pretty long story.” he cringed. 

“well i would very much like to know why the fuck i’m wearing some random girl’s shirt if you guys broke up weeks ago?” you huffed; but when you saw his quiet expression, you blushed. “wait, i mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. it’s okay, i was just kidding.” 

“No, y/n, its okay.” jungwon had a weird expression on his face. “it’s just that… do you have any idea how much i’ve wanted to talk about this, or just talk like this, with you? i missed us.” 

“won,” you were sure your face was permanently red now. “i’m always here, you know that.” 

“thanks,” he said. “the truth is, i wasn’t really in a happy relationship with her. i don’t know, maybe i didn’t want to admit it to myself too, but at some point it just got too suffocating; it was like being with a tyrant.” 

though jungwon was trying to play it off with a casual demeanour, you could hear the pain still eminent in his voice. the reason he was so closed off, always so busied by his books or duties, it all made sense now. 

“i know it sounds weird, but being in a relationship with her felt like i was constantly being criticised and forced to be someone i’m not. i can’t always be this perfect, responsible, ideal boy friend, and i felt guilty for trying to put on this fake act of being perfect and i…” 

you genuinely ached for him, your heart reaching out to the boy who was finally opening his jar of bottled emotions. 

you wrapped jungwon in a gentle but warm hug, hoping it helps ease him, who was on the verge of breaking down.”

“shh, its okay, won. you’re out of that relationship now, and it takes alot of courage to do that; i’m proud of you, yang jungwon.”

“you know what the funniest part is, she wasn’t willing to break up with me so she acted as if we were still together and telling me that she’ll stop and change and what not, and me being dumb enough, probably did believe her. but it was this morning, when she threw the soda at you, it was almost as if she’d done it to me. 

“it was different when it was just me, but when she’s hurting people i care about?  i know where to draw the line then.” jungwon finally cracked a small smile. “and you know what? i finally understood that i made the right decision when you came here and told me that i don’t have to take on everything on my own. it made me realise that there are people who look out for me, so i’m not worried anymore.”

“of course, you dumb fuck,” you flicked his forehead, laughing to stop yourself from actually tearing up. you felt guilty knowing that he was going through so much on his own, but you also felt beyond ecstatic that he trusted you enough to share all that with you. “too bad you have such a stick up your ass that you didn’t realise that sooner. and its not just me, but all our friends are here for you too. So don’t you ever dare feel alone or suffer through all that by yourself.” 

“I know that now…” jungwon chuckled, his flushed face mirroring yours as he rested his head on the table, looking at you with the softest eyes. “thank you, y/n. You have no idea how grateful i am to you.” 

“shut up up with your cheesy lines, jungwon you slut, or i might just fall in love with you.” you rolled your eyes, playfully covering his face to hide your blush, because you both knew the truth anyway. 

‘i already have,” he smiled. 

author's note: if you see my personal feelings etched into this fic, no you don't :D also did y'all notice the way i didn't even name the ex because like i was so afraid of it breaking the fourth wall like, what if its the name of your best friend or cousin or literally just your name 😭

please leave comments and reblogs because i could really use some motivation, thank you ! 🤍

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I been readings windbreaker profile and i been obsessed (been in the fandom sicne last year) and i have to rant about this i absolutely love satoru-nii work i adore Sakura and i can't want to read his backstory aling with the rest The wind breaker manga is my first ever manga to read (i ain't joking) and i been hook!!

Can i asked you about suo Like i read in his character profile that he's dream is to "Emancipation of slaves"

Emancipation:freeing someone from the control of another

I got me thinking well more like it got mu theory side working (please bear with me because it's my first time working on a theory)

What if.. In the past suo was a slave and Suo master save him and train him under his wing and raise him (and the brothers suo mention are like discipline his master took in)

What do you think?

Suo certainly has been a character that's always been shrouded in the most mystery within Wind Breaker- with both Umemiya and Nirei (who otherwise is known for having information of practically everyone and every group in the area) not really knowing too much about him. Umemiya says he is kind while Nirei has a few scattered details (Suo covering his eye because of an 'accident', him disliking natto, and so on). His character profile certainly also poses a lot of additional questions about him and his past.

This of course means there are MANY theories revolving around Suo, ranging from his family being members of the yakuza to Suo having a thyroid related medical condition (which I've seen people link to why he might cover up so much-sensitivity to cold, and his dislike/avoidance of natto). I don't know that this one has a high likelihood of becoming canon, but it is always fun to read about different theories! I think it could definitely be the case at least that Suo might have been weak/frail when he was younger, which may also be why he takes such pride and fondness in teaching Nirei how to fight and admiring his desire to get stronger.

I can kind of see the possibility of the yakuza theory being true, especially if it is the case that Suo doesn't want to be associated with his family's connection with the yakuza (which could explain his dream being the emancipation of slaves- being against human trafficking practices sometimes carried out by the yakuza). It also is another possible reason (outside of just having a composed/collected appearance) that Suo might cover himself up, if there is the possibility of Suo having a tattoo.

I think the thing that will be important to Suo's character and his backstory will be his relationship with his Master. Whether it is the case that Suo ran away from home and got taken in by his master, or if he was saved (maybe literally but also perhaps metaphorically by imparting ideals while training that Suo adopts that go against his family's beliefs) by his master I wouldn't know and could potentially see it going either way. I imagine that it is his master (who possessed and passed down to Suo a style that is a 'hodgepodge' of different martial arts) that that Suo has taken up this more 'worldly' perspective in life. Suo loves tea cakes and teas from around the world, practices a style that is disciplined but a combination of different styles, and wears vintage and chinese styles that are also likely from his master.

I think an important thing too to consider with manga, especially with mangaka so attentive to symbolic details like Oda and Nii Satoru, is that Suo's master might be used as a means to create a commentary on Japan's violent history against China (I'm not an expert in any means on the subject so I do encourage you to do your own research if you aren't aware of the horrific things down against the Chinese people by Japanese troops). Given that Wind Breaker is a story that is largely about groups of people who have been outcasted/ rejected/ attacked by other members of society (with Tsubaki even mentioning that he didn't become a strong fighter because he wanted to, but he had to learn to defend himself because people otherwise would attack him for his interest in 'feminine' things). I always thought, ESPECIALLY with the anime's adaptation of the scene, that there was a touch of sadness to Suo's fond smile with Ito-san comments on his vintage earrings. I do worry that the story of Suo's master is a sad/tragic one (wish I had a gif of it but a still pic will have to do).

I also think it is likely that the 'brothers' in Suo's profile may more be other disciples/students of his master more than biological siblings.

I also want to just share some of my favorite Suo theories/posts too, since they also give fascinating insight on Suo and what may become relevant to his character in the future~!

I also remember seeing connections of Suo to something that started with an 'h' but of course now when I go to try to find it suddenly I can't find it OTL (I'll attach it to this post if I either find it or if anyone knows what I'm referring to)

[yanderes-galore]

Maybe yandere master Ahsoka in a au where she never left the Jedi order and she gets a padawon , and she sees reader as family hcs please 🙏 🌙

Sure! I'm a bit rusty with her but I hope this alternate take based on her personality is good :)

Yandere! Platonic! Master! Ahsoka with Padawan! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, Slight manipulation, Violence, Isolation, Dubious companionship.

Jedi aren't meant to be close to many people...

Companionship, relationships, any sort of close bonds are frowned upon in The Order.

Suppressing such feelings is necessary for a Jedi to serve.

Ahsoka herself has learned how to do such things.

However... That doesn't mean she doesn't feel complex emotions.

The bond between Jedi and Padawan is a close one, but less distracting than most.

Many view their Padawan's like siblings, or a kid they couldn't have.

Such a bond is similar to how Ahsoka feels with you.

She herself had a close bond with her master, Anakin... before he went to the Dark Side.

While she may not agree with The Order all of the time, she's stuck with them for many missions.

Even right up until The Order fell.

Now, as a Jedi Master, it was only natural for Ahsoka to take a student of her own.

Ahsoka has always wanted to protect people.

She defends people and has given everything to the order.

She has the spirit of a Jedi... always caring and ready to solve problems.

Then The Order deemed her worthy to train you... a young Padawan to call her own.

Ahsoka doesn't expect taking care of a Padawan to be easy.

Jedi training is taxing on the mind and body, yet upon going on a few missions, you're proving to be capable.

You remind Ahsoka of how she was when she was younger.

Now she finally understands how Anakin felt when she was acting reckless and impulsive.

It's easy for Padawans to get carried away.

She'd know such a thing as she was once overly ambitious herself.

Yet she can tell you're not only brave... but loyal too.

Ahsoka had you as her Padawan before Order 66 was executed.

She may even still keep you under her wing after Order 66, wanting to keep you safe.

Ahsoka as your master seems like she'd give off either big sister vibes or mom vibes.

Either way she'd be protective of her Padawan, fully away from the dangers that the Galaxy has to offer.

She wants to teach you to follow your heart yet stay cautious.

She's kind to you yet also isn't afraid to scold you for your mistakes.

Ahsoka may actually be a good master for you.

The one issue I'm seeing?

Her fear.

Fear can poison a Jedi and their motives.

In fact, fear... love... and anger can poison a Jedi.

This is the reason Jedi aren't allowed to have personal connections.

Having a family, a relationship, or even children can be distractions.

If a Jedi can not control their emotions, they become vulnerable to the Dark Side.

Ahsoka's issue towards you would be the fear of losing you.

Especially after Order 66 in this AU.

She's lost many close to her, an unfortunate part of being a Jedi.

She's even lost her own master.

So, really, you'd be all she has as a Jedi master.

You're her student... the family she could never have....

Teaching you becomes increasingly hard due to these feelings.

Each time she sees you do something risky, she tries to be optimistic.

Yet she can't help but think of you getting hurt.

She wonders if The Order chose right...

She wonders... if she really is the right teacher for you.

But then you look at her with eager eyes.

It's such a familiar sight.

When she sees you so bright and determined, despite it all, she smiles.

Yes... Yes they must've chosen right.

They put you in her care.

So... She should take care of you the best she can.

No matter what.

I imagine this AU would also take place after Order 66.

During it, Ahsoka kept you close and defended you against every rogue clone she could.

She isn't sure what she'd do without her Padawan.

She definitely sees you as family, treating you protectively and always observing any who come close.

She is moralistic... but as she learned from Anakin...

Sometimes you have to bend the rules to do the right thing.

Killing people often happens as a Jedi, like it or not.

Ahsoka takes no joy in it... yet she'd do anything to protect you.

Speaking of which, after Order 66 she'd take you with her into hiding.

She can't really teach you when in hiding... as using the Force would get you both detected.

Ahsoka, as your master, would give you both a fake name to hide from the growing Empire.

After Order 66, Ahsoka views you even more as family.

Since she can't teach you to be a Jedi, you two really do end up adopting a familial role.

Be that siblings or mother and child... Ahsoka hates to admit it but she's attached.

She knows such a bond may poison her... yet The Order is no more.

You two may be Jedi at heart, yet nothing is stopping you from having personal connections now.

Ahsoka's biggest fear is losing you.

Be that by death or the Dark Side... both are just as bad.

Such thoughts are what make it hard for Ahsoka to let you mature.

At some points she coddles you, especially when you have to pretend to not be Jedi.

She's worried about letting you out into the world.

It's just... too dangerous right now.

One mistake and you could be hunted.

The thought makes Ahsoka worry more than she should.

In fact, it makes her isolate you.

Naturally you believe her subtle manipulation when she asks you to stay.

You trust her, you know she wouldn't let anyone harm you...

So, if pretending to be farmers is what you have to do, you'll do it.

Ahsoka cherishes the trust you hold for her.

Which is why she feels bad when she abuses it.

Ahsoka is mostly just... protective.

She wants a life where she'll always have you, and a quiet one away from the Empire happens to be on her mind.

Although, eventually, you'll want to leave her side.

Padawans naturally have to leave their masters at some point.

They deserve to be independent... and Ahsoka knows that...

But things have changed.

When you tell Ahsoka you wish to leave, to make a life of your own... she hesitates.

N-No... No, you really shouldn't.

She hates to say it, really does... but it isn't safe.

What if you get caught?

What if the Empire executes you after realizing you're a Jedi or... Force sensitive at the very least.

Or... what if they choose to use you as a weapon against her?

Ahsoka would try to convince you into staying with her.

All you need is each other... you've been through so much already...

Why don't you sit back and stay with her?

You can have a quiet life!

She understands you crave action... that you want to join the Rebellion...

She was once a similar way in her youth.

Yet, she may even Jedi mind trick you in an attempt to keep you safe.

Ahsoka keeps telling herself she's just... bending the rules.

What she's doing isn't wrong.

Keeping you in hiding at a farm isn't wrong.

Convincing forcing you to stay isn't wrong, either....

She's protecting you.

Cutting someone who knows your secrets down isn't bad either.

They were a threat to you

Tricking you is... underhanded but...

You need her.

Ahsoka looks after you because you're all she has now.

Many of her friends are gone, her master is gone, The Order is gone...

It's just you and her... alone in a galaxy that wants you dead...

However, Ahsoka will always protect you no matter the cost, you're all she has and she plans to keep you all to herself... under her protection... safe and sound.

[39nyx]

"Winter Soldier" Nico di Angelo AU concept

pretty freshly thought up, definitely still needs brewing.

also because i'm a couple MCU movies away from actually watching CA:TWS which will definitely help me flesh this out LMFAO. I've read The Winter Soldier: Cold Front at least, I'm not totally going off nothing

I've had a semi-similar AU brewing in my head for, like, a year before I started getting into Marvel and realized it lowkey matched MCU Stucky's dynamic, so I decided to fully embrace the coincidence and give Nico more trauma and a fucked-up arm :D

Background:

Nico actually ends up fading into shadows during the events of Blood of Olympus/excessive shadow-travel.

Since he hadn't died traditionally, he's essentially locked out of his father's realm of power, unable to have his soul return to the Underworld, instead being lost to the darkness.

That is, if not for Nyx* (or someone under her authority) who manages to collect the remnants of his being and reconstitute his physical form.

Except, there's not enough of him left to reform his entire body, so they have to sacrifice his arm, creating a new, magical one out of bones and shadow (details in image)

With the memories of his life lost to the shadows, he now serves as Nyx's own "Child of Darkness" (or something), his body/soul now bound to her.

*I do, unfortunately, kind of hate The Sun and the Star, but it had the perfect concept to draw on for this, what with Nyx being a big bad and wanting Nico to stay in the darkness and all that. So that's kind of what I'm drawing on for this :'D but the book itself isn't canon to this AU's timeline

Since Nico's body is now reformed from the shadows, he can shadow travel with no repercussions ! He gains a lot more control over shadows/darkness in general, as he's working under Nyx.

I'd also imagine, with his memories gone and Nyx making him believe he's fully her child (or something along those lines), he doesn't actually know he has most of his Hades-kid-specific powers (geokinesis, necromancy, and the like. He doesn't think too hard about why he's able to control the bones in his shadow arm. Or he does, and he just gets reset-) Of course, he still has the subconscious effects of his powers, but his emotions usually aren't dysregulated enough for him to actually experience them. (you know... until they are...~drama~)

As far as further plot goes, I'm personally a Jasico shipper, this was originally a Jasico AU for me, and Jason also makes the most sense, uh, assassination-mission wise (and Steve Rogers parallel-wise lol). With some canon-tweaking.

Why does Nyx even want Nico to kill the main big threat demigods? Idk yet exactly! We'll get there! In a perfect world I would be able to turn this into a novel-length fanfiction but god am I bad at actually going through with projects. There will definitely at least be more of this random concept brainstorming, though, especially when I finish more of the movies >:3

Alsooo regarding his design, it was mostly to brainstorm his arm. I probably could've thought of something creative outfit-wise. But it's the PJO universe, it's not like I can really have him decked out Winter Soldier style, pretty much all anyone wears is an orange/purple T-shirt n jeans. Maybe some armor. Which I theoretically should have given him. But there's the angle of him being able to dissolve into shadows before you can even get a hit in, thus rendering armor unnecessary... and also the idea of him blending in as a normal person until you do a double-take and see shadows creeping up his neck, slowly growing to cover his face before he attacks. Possibilities! Mostly I just like Nico in the usual oversized jacket + skinny jeans, but I gotta think on this whole thing a lot more still LOL