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peachetteprice · 15 days ago

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A headcanon for Price of annoyed neighbors/bully to lovers? Maybe she gets in the way of a nice bird he was scoping out and discovers he enjoys the chase of someone who has more domestic mama bear tendencies? Love your works by the way! Beautiful!!!

I took John, neighbours, bird-watching, and enemies-to-lovers and ran with it. This is not in headcanon format - it's a teensy-weensy fic! Thank you for your patience, my lovely - let me know if I did your idea justice!

After the death of your father, you relocate to a sunny townhouse in a small city in the midlands. There’s an ample-sized back garden, fenced, leading onto an enclosed lake with a sign that says ‘no fishing’.

When feeding your first load of washing onto the line to dry, you hear the shutter of a film camera, and peek over your fence to spot a gentleman reclined in a chair, spying a bird in the trees. He seems relaxed, and the birds pose in front of his lens with ease – you wonder exactly how delicate they appear in his photographs.

You think little of him – other than that the sunlight brings out the specks of grey in his beard – and flap your towel as the next item on the line.

It scares away the birds.

From that point on, to make use of the sunshine, you make a habit of drying your clothes via the washing line. It becomes routine. The man prepares himself for the photograph he wishes to snap, you flap your towels, the birds flutter away, and his resentment towards your presence in the house next door compounds, until one day, you get the urge to peek over the rear fence, to no avail. No beach chair, no man in the beach chair, no sign on the edge of the lake that says ‘no fishing’. In its stead, there’s a poster tacked onto the face of a tree, and you open your fence gate to view it – in bold Merriweather font, it reads;

‘Preparation for Demolition begins: 27/01/2024’.

When you knock on your neighbour’s door to ask about the sign, the man is the one to open it. His name is John. He’s dressed handsomely in a flannel gown and slippers, clutching beneath one armpit the morning newspaper, folded precisely down the middle.

The council wants to fill the lake in with dirt and modify the land directly behind it to make way for additional housing, he notifies you begrudgingly, and you question if that’s why he hasn’t been out to take photos of any birds as of recent. He doesn’t reply and instead hands you a leaflet. There’s a town meeting within the week, a chance for residents to oppose the new site.

You attend. John doesn’t. You deliberate with the attendees and the representatives of the council, yet no conclusion is brought about, so as a collective, you make an appointment to deliberate again the next week.

When not in heated discussion, the shower in your upstairs bathroom runs cold, and that’s when you learn, instead of using his time to photograph birds, he now uses it to take hourly showers at the exact time as you take yours, at eight in the evening every other evening, and you're certain it isn’t by coincidence alone.

Council meetings continue week-after-week, creeping into January when the site is set to be filled in. Your shower time decreases to five minutes on a Wednesday and Saturday, for it’s the only times John is out of the house for you to get a moment to yourself, and a silent rage festers within your soul, curated specifically for the man next door who likes fried eggs in the morning, late night reruns of classic films and midnight strolls.

John doesn’t show up at any of the meetings, which you find odd, and you take to his doorstep to confront him about the reason why. He says he doesn’t think it’s necessary. You question him on this. He says he doesn’t think he needs to give his time up to a cause that has sufficient backing from locals. You question him further. He doesn’t think it is right to support a cause that has already been taken away from him by ignorant neighbours.

You don’t speak to him for days.

He exits his house to leave for work at half-six in the morning, and you leave the house at six, just to spite the additional ten minutes or so he might otherwise be able to stay sleeping. The council calls for a vote on the new site. As a last-ditch effort, in a blind panic, not wanting the next four years of your life to be dedicated to the sound of jackhammers and cement mixers, you storm out of your front door, along the pavement and up the steps to his house. You desperately need his help – he has photographic evidence of the beauty the lake holds, which certainly must account for something. He isn’t sure what help you mean, but you ask for it anyway (and apologise for ruining his bird-watching in the process).

Twelve residents attend the meeting. You all await the verdict on tenterhooks. At the last second, right when the commissioner of the project himself calls time, John shows up. He brings with him his photographs and the rest of the town’s citizens. The young, the old, expecting mothers and elderly couples who have lived in the town from their own infancy are all in attendance, and each eligible one of them signs the petition to remove the greedy corporate hands of Westminster from your little town.

Success.

The demolition is opposed – in its wake, it becomes a horticultural ground for wildlife, the local church during ceremonies and school trips for little tots in Reception and nursery. The town even gets its own segment in Countryfile. John decides to take up bird-watching again, photography included, and finds you on his doorstep, one evening, standing exactly as you stood the first time you met him. He draws in a breath – ready for you to chew him out. Instead, you hand him a tray of cupcakes that spell ‘thank you’ in green frosting, and he jokes that he doesn’t like frosting or indeed, cupcakes, but takes them anyway.

He asks about your next project, somewhat amused – it's an expression you have never once seen on his face before. The rejection of the demolition was a success, the local paper is pleased, and the town is seemingly reinvigorated with a sense of wonderment at what the boundaries of their new-found power could possibly be. You tell him it’s a secret.

Your next project?

Find out exactly what kind of a man John Price is.

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sorryimananti-romantic · 1 year ago

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Feeling Like I Do

neighbour!yunho x reader

best friends to lovers au

word count: 5k (bulletpoint headcanons this time)

genres: fluff, absolute fluff, a little crack, a little angst, some suggestive jokes thrown around, just wholesomeness and yuyu

synopsis: you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

manager-nim: @eightmakesonebraincell (this took way too long to finish considering the deep yunho brainrot we've been in)

special thanks to @hwaightme your guy.exe triggered this hehe

being best friends with jeong yunho was not as simple as it sounded

especially when he was your neighbour

like, right next door. the very next apartment

so you couldn’t avoid him even if you wanted to

honestly, you brought this upon yourself, if you think about it

ever since you were kids, you had been inseparable

from going to the same school and bonding over a similar sense of humour

from pranking the rest of your friends together to making fun of each other

to knowing each other’s deepest secrets

except for the one that really mattered- that you had the biggest, fattest crush on your best friend

honestly, you do not recall when exactly it happened

if you think back, you can’t pinpoint it to one moment

it is a number of moments, the years you spent together, the memories you shared that you are now a grown up and still hopelessly in love with him

though you would not admit it

never. ever. over your dead body.

you just have one fear that has stuck with you and it is that you do not want to ruin things between the two of you

he has known you since forever. he knows you inside out.

he’s too precious to lose over something as stupid as your feelings

because if he does not feel the same, you will never be whole again

but if by some small chance he does and you mess things up later? you would never recover

this is why you think having feelings for your best friend is so messed up

and this is the reason you always dismiss his flirty actions as jokes between two best friends who are super comfortable with each other

like when he casually enters your unlocked apartment and asks for a pinch of salt and spots you in the ugliest fit you’re wearing

he will go “wow you look beautiful”

and you will make a face, knowing he is joking, and ignore the butterflies in your stomach

and you respond with “you don’t look too bad yourself” when he himself looks like he nests a squirrel in his hair

his casual touches and occasionally flirty gazes do not bother you anymore

you’re made of steel now

so when he hugs you out of nowhere or swings you around just to hear you squeal, you know it’s just what friends do

or when he finds you too adorable and kisses your temple, you let it pass. you don’t read too much into it

though occasionally, you like to blur the lines too. he might know at this point

like what friend runs to their other friend only to jump in their arms and bury their face in the crook of the other’s neck?

what sort of friend casually zones out while staring at the other and wonders what they did to deserve them?

you

perhaps, this was a teenage crush that would have quelled with time- but that was if you had parted ways for college

by some evil play of the fates, you two ended up in the same city, quite close to each other

and as soon as you two had enough savings, you both decided to be neighbours

you just didn’t have it in you to be apart from each other

and funny thing was, no one batted an eye. it was so natural

though they did question why you weren’t housemates

you and yunho would always share a grin and respond with ‘to protect the last shred of privacy’

which was an inside joke now

so when you both started living together- because that’s exactly what it was

from going grocery shopping together

to knowing each other’s door locks

dropping in stuff for the other without their permission

privacy? ha. what privacy?

sure, you almost once walked in on him showering

and he almost walked in on you changing your clothes (your fault you didn’t shut the door, right?)

but that wasn’t a big deal at all

you would slide notes under each other’s doors- cute reminders to take an umbrella or a good morning/good night

or an ugly doodle or a ‘u stink’

you did not collect all those notes in a jar. you did not

he once bought 10 rubber duckies and hid them around your apartment and you would find them in the most odd places

like inside a pot you rarely use

one was even in your underwear drawer

whenever you’d find one, you would take it with you whenever you went to yunho’s and hide it somewhere there

and so the eternal game of hide and seek began

you have never talked about it out loud by the way

the more memorable things were just making yourself at home at the other’s place when one of you did not feel like being alone

which was most of the time, if you were very honest with yourself

you would watch tv together while you had dinner and have a heated discussion about whatever you were watching

or you would play games with him

or he would help you pick out your fit for the night

or you would style his hair

or you two would stay up all night talking about stuff

about anything and everything

emptying out your hearts

yet still you would always have more to talk about

it was never a boring moment with yunho

and you could go on about why you loved him forever

every day, you woke up glad that he was so close to you and still with you

he was the only person who did not judge you

you could say something nasty and he would still try to understand your perspective

which just made him 100000x more precious

but he would call you out when you did or said something wrong/bad but in a very gentle manner

which you appreciated so much

and the best thing was, he always stayed. he was always there

his arms were your eternal safe space

and he knew

it was like he knew the look in your eyes, whenever you needed a hug

and he would spread his arms and you would walk to him and wrap your arms around his waist while he embraced you

and tell you that it would be okay, no matter what was going on

he would always offer to hear you out or simply be there, physically

he was just… so easy to be with

he was your personal ray of sunshine, your little fluffy cloud, yours

he was yours- oh, how you wished he could be yours in all the ways

because whenever he talked about someone he noticed with you

or just looked at someone different and then find you staring at him

he’s respond with “i just like their outfit” or “i think their hair is nice”

and you would wonder if it’s really just that

you two do have an unspoken promise to tell each other whenever you start dating someone or fall in love

but that’s mostly because you both know your dynamic would have to change a bit

because you two wouldn’t be each other’s priority anymore- not like you are now anyway

and it hurts to just think about it

you asked him, “what would really change?”

and he responded with, “i would appreciate it if you do not connect your bluetooth to my speakers when i have someone over and play some unholy audio”

which turned into an argument because he has literally done the same to you and you had a friend over

you had to explain yourself and explain yunho and tell the traumatised friend that this was just him pulling a prank on you

but you responded with “you know what i will also appreciate if the person does not find a potato instead of a soap in the sink”

you two are always out for each other and after all these years… you two never know each other’s next move

but you both know your dynamics would change in more ways than that

you wouldn’t be able to stroll in his apartment so casually and make breakfast for the two of you because you ran out of ingredients

neither would he be able to come and take a shower in your apartment because “i ran out of hot water” or “i want to smell like strawberries today”

you wouldn’t be able to go and sleep on his couch or bed because you felt lonely

neither would he be able to do the same

and you both would have to tone down the physical affection because you two have heard enough about people mistaking you for a couple

honestly, sometimes you wonder if those people gaslit you into seeing him as something more

but… it was yunho. how could you not?

especially when he cared for you like no one else?

and maybe, maybe, just maybe

he thought of you like that sometimes too

it was probably wishful thinking but oh, how you wished he did anyway

because you couldn’t take it sometimes

you couldn’t take how he would zone out while listening to you talk and look absolutely adorable

you couldn’t take how when you’d hold hands while walking he’d caress them absently

and you couldn’t take how he’d play with your hands when you’d tell him about your day or some gossip

you couldn’t take it when he’d sneak up on you and wrap his arms around you in a back hug and make you feel so small and safe

or when he’d rest his head on yours as you hugged

you couldn’t take it when his gaze would linger on you a fraction of a second longer when you were too close

or when he would always search your eyes before he would plant a chaste kiss on your cheek or forehead

you really, really couldn’t take it anymore

perhaps you needed therapy now

you couldn’t afford slipping in front of yunho tho

or anyone of your mutual friends for that matter

because you knew if someone found out they would somehow let yunho know

and you weren’t ready for his answer

what if he distanced himself from you if he ever found out? you couldn’t have that

perhaps you should have physically distanced yourself from him

perhaps being neighbours made it worse

tho, could you call it worse when it was literally a blessing to have him so close to you?

you’re starting to question it tho

bc one night when you were out drinking late with your friends

you came back to your apartment complex, feeling so low

and when you were about to cross yunho’s door to get to your own, you paused

you paused and stood outside his door for the longest time

and then you sank down and rested your back against his door

wishing he wouldn’t find you

you just needed to cry a little and lighten the weight on your heart

except, another evil play of fates and yunho somehow just knew to look for you

he almost opened his door but heard the faint sound of your cries

at first he thought it was a lost kitten or something but then he opened his door a fraction and found your figure on the floor

and his heart broke

“y/n? can you please move a little so i can open the door?”

you froze

until he called your name again and you wished you could dig the ground and bury yourself under it

but you moved and not a few seconds later, he was next to you and rubbing your back

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you replied

except there was a lot

you just couldn’t tell him

just like the various times he found you crying alone and no matter how much he insisted, you wouldn’t tell him

he wondered who hurt you sometimes

he wondered who it was so he could punch that person or do anything, something, to make it all right

because he hated it so much when you cried

it made his chest feel tight and he’d always get confused about what he was feeling

a number of things is what it was- anger, longing, pain, confusion

but this time? he wasn’t going to let you go

because just how long had you been crying like this? why didn’t you just come inside? why didn’t you find him?

he asked you that

you couldn’t reply yet again

so he decided to bring you inside

he made you drink some water

he wiped your face with the sleeves of his black shirt

and you finally looked at him

oh goodness. he was wearing those black rimmed glasses again

the ones that made him look so, so good.

but he looked angry

“you’re going to tell me who made you cry. or else we’ll be sitting here just like this all night while i wait for your answer”

you bit your lips, looking away and cursing yourself internally

you should have cried in the shower or something

“can i rest? my head is spinning- i might have drank too much-”

“no.”

you locked eyes with him and he didn’t look away

“do you have any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this? and how much it hurts me that you stayed outside? why didn’t you come to me?”

you looked away again, wiping the fresh stream of tears

it was getting harder now, to not give in. to not answer his questions and put an end to this once and for all

especially with yunho so close to you and caressing your bare knees that you put between the two of you

“tell me”

“i can’t”

“why not?”

“because…” you sighed deeply. you looked at him

if you weren’t drunk, every cell in your brain would have screamed at you to shut up

but because you were, it was now your heart tugging that did it for you

“don’t look at me like that, yunho.”

yunho only cocked his head, refusing to look at you any other way

you snaked your hands up your knees to meet his hands, locking your fingers

“you can’t distract me this time-”

yunho’s words got caught in his mouth when you started to lean forward and he drew back reflexively, looking at you questioningly

but you weren’t going to stop

he wanted answers? he would have them

so you continued to lean forward until you were on your knees and almost in his lap

you looked down at him, meeting his very confused eyes

“do you ever think about why i don’t come to you at these times? do you really not know the answer?”

you watched his ears flush

he knew

he must know

he must have a hint, at least, of what you felt for him

“is it really me?” he whispered

you didn’t answer this time

you couldn’t

you simply dropped down with a sigh and pulled your hands from his

he was so confused- he had no way to navigate through this without your help

but you were drunk right now

he decided you should at least be sober when you talk

and perhaps, you decided that too

so you resorted to climbing in his lap and holding him in a hug

he didn’t waste any time wrapping his arms around you

and planting a kiss on your head

just like he had done a thousand times now

“i’m sorry for making you worried,” you mumbled, burying your face in his sweatshirt, hearing his heartbeat

“i’m sorry for sounding angry- i didn’t mean to.”

“i know,” you assured him. “can i sleep here?”

“of course-”

“right here?”

yunho wished you would say such things with a warning because his heart dropped dangerously and he couldn’t help but let out a flustered laugh

“am i that comfortable?”

“you’re literally my human pillow”

and just like that, you were both back to normal

but yunho made sure not to let you forget about this

in the morning when you woke up before him and noticed him sleeping in a painful position to accommodate you on the couch

you watched him for the longest time

and snuck out to go back to your apartment and really panic this time

because boi, did you mess up this time

and it was the weekend. yunho would be up and asking questions in no time

you had nowhere to hide

perhaps, you should stop hiding now

the doorbell rang and for a moment you wondered if it was someone else

but when you opened the door to yunho with a bowl of soup in his hands, you knew he rang the doorbell for a reason

he would be asking you questions today

so you let him in, wondering how he would initiate the conversation

“i bet you have the worst headache now,” he goes, grinning like everything is normal

you didn’t realise he was being normal so you would lower your defences while you ate and chatted like normal

until he finally asked, “are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

“what happened last night?” you ask back

it was perhaps the wrong thing to say

because you see yunho’s gaze darken

you immediately sigh to let him know that yes, you know exactly what he is talking about

you did not like to see him angry so you decided to face what was next

but… anxiety started to creep in your chest as you looked at him, waiting for him to say something

“can you please tell me why you were crying last night? why did you not come and find me?”

you sigh deeply again, pursing your lips as you look at him

because you could feel it

this was it

it would never be the same again

you spend a few minutes staring at him, opening your mouth to say something but stopping, and then looking away and recalling exactly where you fucked up

and he’s so patient. he keeps waiting

he’s not even fiddling with anything right now. he’s just… there and watching you and waiting

you finally lock eyes with him and say, “have you ever wanted something so bad that in order to gain it, you risk losing it completely?”

yunho thinks it’s really cryptic, what you just asked him

because… yes, he’s wanted something that bad too

he didn’t realise it until the first summer he did not spend with you a few years ago

and he felt so lost until he saw you and everything started to make sense

and everything has made sense since

he’s wanted to make you smile every moment you spend with him

he’s wanted to embrace you eternally every moment you find home in his arms

he’s wanted to make you laugh because of all the sounds in this world, your laugh was his favourite

even tho it sounded like windshield wipers

he’s wanted you so, so bad

but how could he ever admit it

suddenly, he understand you

and he finds himself nodding slowly, his heart beating with an urgency indicating the arrival of a change

it could make or break you both

so he says, “yes… yes i know exactly how that feels”

you both watch each other for a few moments, afraid to take the next step

but yunho won’t give in now- he doesn’t want to see you cry like that ever again

“is that why you were upset? you’ve been mulling over something like this?”

you’re hesitant but you nod

so he leans forward as if to hold your hands from across the table but he stops himself

and asks, “why have you been so afraid to tell me this?”

it’s silent. very silent

only the sounds of your breath in the room

and the sound of your heart in your ears

with a gulp, you manage to say, “because… because i’m afraid of being selfish and losing you in the process.”

for a few seconds, yunho is frowning in confusion as he tries to make sense of what you said

and you see exactly when realisation hits him

when his features relax and his gaze clears and his mouth parts as he look at you

you don’t look away. you’re waiting for him to say something, to respond, to hurt you with what he’ll say next, anything

but he looks away and lets out a flustered laugh and you can’t help but let out your own nervous laugh as well

you watch his ears flush and his lips curl downwards as he stifles a smile

and you finally cry out, “say something, you idiot.”

yunho puts a hand over his mouth as he stares at you

and suddenly, you feel hot all over. the embarrassment is catching up to you

“are you telling me, y/n, that you like me? that you… actually want me?”

you blush furiously and you’re almost sweating now but you manage to nod

and yunho is laughing in disbelief again and you’ve had enough

you get up, muttering about getting a drink but yunho is quick to catch your wrist and pull you towards him

and you’re suddenly too close

he’s searching your eyes

“you want me?”

you give him a pleading look and he understands

he brings an almost trembling hand to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear first

“i need you to say it, y/n. because i-”

“yes,” you nod, “yes, i want you. is it too much to ask for? have i ruined things?”

yunho shakes his head and lets go of your wrist only to cup your face and you try to decipher the look in his eyes

it is not the first time he has looked at you this way but this time it’s a bit different

“do you have any idea how much i’ve wanted you since forever?”

you think you’re hearing things

because there is no way

there is absolutely no way

that jeong yunho- your best friend- wants you

“you’re not joking, are you?” is your response and yunho laughs a bit before he leans in, watching your breath get caught in your throat when he gazes at you

and then his gaze is stuck on your lips and he’s waiting

and now your hands are moving out of their own accord, snaking up to his chest to fist his black sweatshirt

his nose brushing against yours undoes something in you

“yunho, please,” you manage to whisper

and then he finally pecks your lips

it’s cautious, it’s soft, and it’s nothing like you imagined it to be because you’re feeling a number of things

he scans your face briefly before he pecks your lips again, this time longer

and then he does it again and you’re finally moving your hands and tilting your face up so he can properly kiss you

and there’s no need for words anymore

the unspoken actions are enough

you open your mouth and he dives right in, kissing you eagerly

your knees were already weak so you struggle to stay upright but he’s quick to catch you

his arms are holding you to him and you’re the one cupping his face now as you kiss

it is years of longing and love poured into this kiss and none of you want to stop

but you eventually break apart for breath and then you realise exactly what position you both are in

and suddenly, you’re both laughing, too shy to look at each other and you hide your face in his chest

he’s caressing your back while you recover and when you look up, he’s got the most loving look in his eyes

“what took you so long to do that, y/n?”

“i could ask the same,” you respond. “i could cry right now.”

yunho laughs, planting a kiss on your forehead. “well. how do you feel?”

you hug him, taking deep breaths

“i think we should really talk,” you laugh

he steers you to the couch but he makes you sit in his lap so he can caress your face or play with your hair while you talk

and you can’t because he’s looking at you with the softest gaze ever

so you just ask him since when he started liking you- does he like you?

he tells you about how he, too, has been afraid to ruin things

and talks about how he thought you liked someone else

you ask him if he never got the hint

but you both know how wary you two have been, especially lately

never reading too much into things

perhaps one of you should have

“i’m sorry i made you suffer like that,” yunho finally says to let the weight off his shoulders. “i never realised you were hurting because of me.”

you tell him it’s not his fault and that if he did not like you back you would have been hurt, yes, but you would have dealt with it

except you are so lucky that he feels the same way about you

you can’t believe it, actually

you trace the curves of yunho’s face

it’s like you’re looking at each other for the first time now

“i’m yours,” he whispers when you finally look him in the eyes. “i’ve always been yours.”

you can’t help the tears now

they are tears of relief and sheer happiness

and yunho understands because he’s pretty sure he will cry soon too

he lets you pepper kisses on his face

and holds you when you hug him again

“good thing it’s the weekend, right? we can stay like this all day long.”

and you do

you have nothing you’d rather do

you stay in each other’s arms, talk about everything and anything, caress each other’s hands (mostly you bc you love his hands), makeout in between

and it’s so natural

nothing has changed- it’s just like before but better

you’re still joking around and teasing each other like before

he still passes a ‘ur ugly <3’ or a ‘what a mess’ note under your door

and you still respond with an explicit drawing

the suggestive jokes have levelled up tho

he always catches you off-guard with them and you either blush furiously or send something flying at him

a few things have changed tho

like when he finds you in the kitchen and gives you a back hug

this time he’s quick to sneak in a kiss and maybe nibble at your neck

sometimes it turns into a heated makeout session

other times you ask him to stop so you can focus on cooking but he keeps distracting you until you’re running after him with a wooden ladle

and you two can’t stay away from each other now- you couldn’t anyway but this time it’s different

this time when you crawl in his bed at night time, he is quick to spoon you

and now he does not hesitate to find you in your apartment too, at night

earlier he used to keep a distance for the sake of you both- you realise how now

now he doesn’t sleep in the corner of the bed with the excuse that he likes it

he has to hold you while sleeping

and he has to mutter dirty little things to rile you up too

when your friends find out, they’re not surprised at all

they’re disappointed it took you two this long

they call you both dumb and dumber and perhaps, they’re right

but perhaps… this was the right time

there is a time for everything, you realise

and it took you and yunho years of being together to realise that yes

you are meant for each other and no one else :’)

he’s your best friend, your other half, and your soulmate

he is yours <3

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caramel1mochi · 5 months ago

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One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [End]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎

Words: 3k ‎

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.

We're done with Iso!! As per the vote, I'm moving on to Yoru once everything's ready. And man is he as painful to write as I remember haha

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Spring, present day.

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It took you a long while to decide on whether that was one of the worst or best months of your life.

On one hand, you came back with a quarter of the harvest you were supposed to get, and you had to wait for a while until your lemon trees would bear fruit once more. That, and working with only thirteen lemons turned out to be much more difficult than you thought when it comes to baking.

And on the other hand, it was fun attempting to come up with workarounds with Ying. That, and you woke up the next morning with a new sensation that wrapped around you like a clingy lover. And it wasn't anything like the miserable pessimism you hauled around, or like the apathy that…

No, no. It was apathy.

But a more positive kind of apathy. One that beckoned you to come to terms with many dilemmas in your mind. One of them being that winter was just... winter. A season. And like every other season, it had its ups and downs. It wasn't some omnipresent being out to get you, or whatever.

And quite frankly, this apathy was the best feeling you've ever had in a long... well, in your entire life. You woke up looking forward to the day, with a desire to actually get things going.

And that's exactly what you did.

You spent the past three months selling those plants back in your apartment at that nursery, you made friends with that lady who recommended you do such a thing, and now you were back at Yu’s house to check in on your growing orange trees. Heck, Yu’s neighbours even started greeting you whenever you came by.

They definitely saw you carrying the baskets of fruit and wanted some. Maybe you should use this wealthy neighbourhood to your advantage, you mused.

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Ying called you earlier and mentioned discussing the state of her café with you since she had ‘more important matters to get to’. And you didn’t really mind, despite still being a mere barista, but she said she’d discuss the details by afternoon… But the location? Yeah, she promised she’d get back to you on that after she’d decided.

You moved down the short corridor, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the strong rays that poured through the windows of the doors. The darkness around you did not help ease the pain of such a bright light. But even then, you wrapped your free hand around the handle and forced the door open, allowing the brightness to finally balance itself out.

You noticed something yellow out of the corner of your eye. And you would’ve dismissed it if you hadn’t turned to look at what it was. It was… inside the basket. There was one Meyer lemon, probably from that harvest months ago that the two of you missed. It kind of made sense that you’d forget it. You haven’t really visited this house after that day, not with the ongoing streak of snowstorms. And, you know, Ying’s persistence on keeping you safe.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of a nearby mosquito. And immediately, you dropped the watering can and crushed the bug, instantly killing it. Now that you considered it, the one good thing about winter was the lack of annoying insects. That, and the fact it helped plants rejuvenate after a harvest, and that it kept earth’s temperature in check, and…

No, nevermind. You didn’t want to be warming up to winter. Pun intended.

You moved back towards your growing orange trees and observed their shape for a moment. And like the row of lemon trees right behind them, they looked as otherworldly as they were. The white flowers on it looked even prettier under the sunlight’s strong glare. Much prettier than in the winter, but they both had their charm. Super photogenic.

Just as you grabbed the watering can up from the ground, your phone vibrated with an embarrassingly loud ringtone, and you pulled it out of your pocket only to discover that Ying was calling. At the worst time as well, you thought as you answered and held up the device to your ear.

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"Hi."

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"Y/N, I've decided!"

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Her voice took you by surprise more than the ensemble of loud chirping birds around you.

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"Decided?"

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"We're going to meet up on the bridge. Do you remember it?"

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You kept the phone held up against your ear with your shoulder, grabbing one branch and gently pushing it aside so that the water from your can could reach every crevice of the tree.

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"The bridge...?"

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"Yes! I was told it looks ethereal in the spring, and it truly does! Ah, and it's closer to the train station than I thought. We can use it as a landmark for when we leave. What do you think?"

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You continued watering in silence for a moment. It looks ethereal in the spring? Who the heck told her that?

Whatever, it wasn’t your job to question everything.

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"That can work. When do I come by?"

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"Actually, I'm already here."

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You immediately stopped watering.

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"Already? Ying, the least you could've done was give me a heads up."

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“I’m sorry, but I have something scheduled for sundown! I’ll see you there, okay? I promise you, it’ll be worth it!��

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She closed the call before you could retort.

She was probably going to promote you or straight up just hand you the café. What with how busy she was starting to get and how much she disappeared, it wouldn’t surprise you if it turned out to be actually that. You didn’t really mind taking control of the café, now that you thought about it… Oh, but the idea of dealing with your co-workers’ minute problems sounded like pure torture.

You sighed and continued watering your plants in silence, quickening your pace so that you’d be able to make it to her in time.

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It took you a while, but eventually, you made it. And the only guidance you used was the pitter patter of the children’s feet as they ran around and cackled, alongside the melodic chirping of the birds. The bus left a trail of smoke as it sped off, but this one mild inconvenience was immediately drowned out by the sight before you.

Ying was right, the place looked like paradise on Earth now that it was spring.

The waters were crystal clear, the trees were full of life and the grass on the ground vibrated with an enigmatic amount of cheerfulness. Almost like they were harmoniously swaying to a tune you couldn’t hear. Had someone taken a picture of this place, you would’ve convinced yourself it was just editing and that there was no way Earth would look like this.

But it did, you mused as you approached the bridge.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at a comfortable spot and rest your arms on the warm railing. Thankfully, despite your short height, the railings weren’t too tall and your loose clothes allowed you maximum flexibility to peer through to catch a glimpse of the waters. Short enough for you to be able to comfortably lean on it, but not so short children could fall down.

Your eyes were firmly fixated on the lake. And for the first time in so long, you felt... content.

You still didn't know what your goal in life was. You still didn't know why you should keep going, among many other questions like that. But all you knew was that the path your life headed in... Well, you didn’t want to change anything about it.

What would tomorrow look like? You pondered with a fond smile, holding up the Meyer lemon just above the lake and allowing the sun's light to shine in on it. And it beamed. It beamed with celestial beauty unfathomable to the human mind.

This was your harvest.

You put down the lemon with an even wider smile and stared at the lake instead, the fish that swam by. Tomorrow sounded amazing, now that you thought about it.

And you looked forward to it.

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"Y/N?"

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A soft voice promptly came up from behind you. You sighed and stuffed the lemon back into your pockets, before turning around to meet her gaze.

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"What took you so long? I thought you were in a hurry–"

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The moment you locked gazes with a familiar pair of lilac eyes, your breathing hitched, and time stood still.

It took a moment to comprehend that this person wasn’t Ying. It wasn’t Ying at all. It was… You felt your heart drop as you rapidly looked the figure up and down.

Broad shoulders, purple eyes, black hair, tall stature…

It was Yu. He stood only a few feet away from you; and he donned a meticulously designed hoodie with collars tall enough to conceal the lower portion of his face. One you had never seen before.

The words were lodged in your throat. Scratch that, no, your mind went completely blank, and the world felt like it started breaking apart.

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“Yu…”

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"Y/N, I..." He took a step forward, the floorboards audibly creaking under his weight. "I'm so sorry."

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His voice had a sombre undertone. Slight and drowned out by the mirth that surrounded the both of you, but it was still telling. It was one that successfully let you know that he drowned in regret, all without saying a single word.

And yet, you still weren't sure how to feel about this. Sad? Happy? Furious? The second option was the most obvious one in your mind, but for the love of God, you just couldn’t form a single thought in your head. Heck, you couldn’t even comprehend the situation in general. All you knew was that Yu was here. And that was… No, wrong wasn’t the word.

His hand gently clasped your shoulder, and a familiar warmth landed alongside it.

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"I'm sorry it took so long, but I- I was caught up in so many things, and it all just..."

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He then pulled you into a hug. Your cheek slammed against his chest, the impact only cushioned by his thick hoodie.

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"I missed you."

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You didn't react.

For a few seconds, you stood there with a stiff posture as you stared into space, unsure whether you should return the hug or just stay silent and not do anything. This whole situation felt unreal. It felt like one of those hyper realistic dreams your brain would conjure up whenever it decided it wanted to escape your pitiful life, but that sprinkle of hope always scattered the moment you woke up. But it wasn't. In fact, he stood right there, the familiar scent of lemons taking over your nostrils on account of how close he was.

Yu was here… He was present. He came back.

Though you shut your eyes as hard as you could, tears still formed against your will, and they were quick to stream down your cheeks.

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"Where..." you started, "Where were you...?"

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You weakly pulled away, but Yu still kept you in his grip. And you immediately took this chance to observe him all over again despite your incredibly blurry vision. It was as if those years had never passed given his features. He still had that same enchanting face, and those pretty lilac eyes that always tore away at your stress with just one glance.

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"After all this time..."

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You held his cheek and caressed it. His pale skin yielded under your touch, and the palm of your hand outlined the sharp structure of his jaw. The softness of his skin, the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes juxtaposed to his stony expression… All of it was all so familiar.

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"Why did you leave me, Yu?"

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"I'm– I'm sorry, Y/N. It wasn't my choice. If I could take it all back, I would–"

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"Why did you leave me?!"

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You burst into tears and clutched his hoodie, burying your head in his chest.

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"I thought you were dead! I– I thought that– I thought... I thought I lost you...!"

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Out of pure instinct, Yu was quick to bring you closer and tightly hold you in his arms.

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"I'm here, I'm here, okay? Nobody's dead."

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"I thought you died, Yu! I thought you were dead, I– thought you were..."

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Your sobs and nonsensical babbles continued. It was all the same repetitive questions about his well being, and more specifically, how you thought he was dead. Each sentence you managed to complete felt like another blade plunging his heart, only further drowning him in guilt.

And unfortunately for him, the only thing Yu knew to do in this situation was hold you and gently caress your back.

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"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I– I should've explained it all from the beginning. But I... didn't want to lose you if I ever did."

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He knew how stupidly soft you made him. How he'd stutter when speaking to you, and how wide his smile had gotten when you two first hugged, your arms squishing his thick white hoodie just to reach his form. The same hoodie he spent hours washing blood off of the night before.

Maybe he should've told you.

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"I thought you were dead, I– I thought... that gun, you–"

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Though you followed these loosely strung sentences with a curse, one specific word successfully pierced his bubble.

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"Gun? What gun?"

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This question seemed to bring you back as well. You pulled away, and just the sight of your red cheeks and shimmering eyes, aching with raw emotion, all of it was enough for him to understand how much this impacted you.

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"I saw that gun. N– next to that medallion." You furrowed your brow, the sun sharply highlighting your tear-stricken face. "Is that it? Are you in a gang, Yu? Is that what you couldn't tell me?!"

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"No! I– I wasn't in a gang, Y/N. It's..."

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Yu's gaze fell. Unintentionally, he instead eyed your trembling hands.

He couldn’t hide this anymore, could he?

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"I– I'm... Look, as unbelievable as this sounds, I– I was a… I was a hitman."

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"...You were what? A hitman?!"

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"Yeah. I… That’s the truth."

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You narrowed your eyes. It really was unbelievable. How could someone like him be capable of killing someone? No, not someone, but people? And for a job?! You would’ve labelled him a liar if it weren’t for that blasted gun.

Then, a name popped up in your mind, one that seemed to support this idea.

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"Iso...?"

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He went blank for a moment.

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"...That's, uh, no, that's a code name. I switched to a profession less... suffocating. That's what they call me now."

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"Ying was in on this?"

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Yu's face blanched. But quickly, he held your hand and firmly kept it in your grip.

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"She was my only way of knowing you were alive! There wasn't any– Y/N, look, none of this should've happened, I know I should've been honest from the beginning, but I didn't want you to leave if I ever told you!” His eyes darted elsewhere. “Ying wasn’t happy when she found out, but I–"

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"I’m not like her! I never would've gone anywhere! You could've been the devil and I still would've stayed because I wouldn’t have kept going if you weren’t there!” You furrowed your brow. ”But that's not the case anymore. I still love you, but I know what I deserve, Yu. I know I deserve a relationship that isn't... one-sided..."

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You suddenly choked on your words. Yet, he was quick to respond when he could.

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"But we can have that, Y/N! We can start anew, no more secrets. Nothing between us, okay? Nothing but the truth. Just, please..." he squeezed your trembling hand, "give me one more chance. I promise I'll make you the happiest woman on Earth."

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Tears began to flow once more, tracing the same path as the ones that had dried out mere seconds ago.

For a moment, your eyes slammed shut, and you used this pause to both catch your breath and comprehend the situation. It was hard to make a decision. Sure, you were unbelievably mad at everything. At Ying, at Yu, at the world, and especially those people who held Yu hostage, if his words were to be believed.

But, Hitman…? It sounded so unbelievable. Yu was just way too kind and pacifistic to commit murder. It sounded impossible.

Almost mechanically, You rested your head on his chest, lying limp as he wrapped his arms around you. The lack of aversion on your side registered as permission for him to hold you. Not that he still didn't remain incredibly cautious.

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"Happiest woman on Earth..."

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You muttered ponderously to yourself. You were already happy. But you knew you’d be happier with him. Even after everything that happened, you missed having him by your side again. You missed his curious little questions about things you considered mundane, and that endearing look of realisation as you explained it to him…

Then, a smile lifted your lips.

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"I missed you, Yu." You hugged him back. "From now on, you’ll be honest with me. About everything."

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Being this close to him, you felt the jump in his palpitations as he registered these words.

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"I will! I will. I promise."

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You closed your eyes, allowing the familiar scent of lemons to enter your nostrils and put your mind at ease once more. The two of you stayed like this for a second. It felt like this embrace’s sole purpose was to make up for how much you two missed each other. Of course, he knew he would’ve lost a bit of his sanity had he not known about your whereabouts, but he also knew that saying that probably… Maybe it’s best to keep quiet. Thank God for Ying’s updates…

Then, his eyes shot open at the mention of the healer.

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“Hey, let’s go home. I have so much to tell you.”

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You pulled away and wiped your cheek once more, noticing the eagerness etched on his features. You nodded.

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“I’d like that.”

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With that, he held your hand and helped you stand up, and the two of you began walking away from the bridge. His thumb promptly began tracing the lines on your palm all on its own. And of course, you couldn’t help but wistfully smile at this familiar

Despite everything, you couldn’t truly hate this man, no matter how much you knew you had to. You just wanted to know how this gentle giant was supposedly a hitman.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you moved.

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sundrop-writes · 1 year ago

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Sundrop's DC Titans Masterlist

Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop) - Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Gar is stressed out about everyone else's problems, so you get him to de-stress the only way you know how (by riding his dick). (1,800 words.)

Shared Trauma - Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut and Angst. Gar is upset after having to kill someone for the first time, and you help distract him from the pain. (3,600 words.)

Miss Nectarine - Donna Troy x Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Stress has been eating at Donna since the old Titans came back 'home'. She finds the perfect way to relieve that stress when she accidentally walks in on you in a certain compromised situation. (2,600 words.)

The Girl Next Door - Hank Hall x Fem!Reader x Dawn Granger. Neighbours to Lovers. Smut. When you move in across the hall from Dawn and Hank, they immediately become protective of you. When you ask them for advice to help out in your sex life - things spin out of control in the best possible way. (5,600 words.)

Better Than Sleeping - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut. Jason comes to bother you one night when you're tired from training. It quickly turns into a battle of wills between the two of you. Eventually, much to your annoyance - he wins. (5,300 words.)

Dreaming Of You (Mini Series - Complete) - Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Having a direct window into someone’s mind is not as fun as everyone thinks it might be. You see and hear things that you might not want to. Or things you want to see very, very badly. But in your case, the problem was a delicate mixture of both. (31,300 words.) | Part One | Part Two | Series Masterlist |

Not A Good Time - Gar Logan x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Seeing Gar fighting while on a mission makes you hot and bothered, and you can't wait to get him home. (2,000 words.)

Missing You - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd. Accidental Voyeurism. Smut. Gar calls Jason when he's feeling lonely, and accidentally catches you and his best friend in a very compromising situation. But he can't bring himself to hang up the call. (2,800 words.)

Emergency Contact - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst. Hurt and Comfort. (Slight Smut.) After Jason is kidnapped by Deathstroke, you help each other heal, even if he tries pushing you away at first. (10,400 words.)

The Jaws of Life - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Friends With Benefits to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Smut, Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 3. Sequel to the above fic. You and Jason don’t really hate each other - at least not anymore. Before the two of you have time to figure out your complicated feelings, you have to part ways. And you get pushed even further apart when Jason ends up six feet under. That's the end of your story together - right? (19,900 words so far.) | Part One |

Tongue Twister - Gar Logan x GN!Reader. Friends to FWB. Smut/PWP. In which you literally try to suck Gar's soul out through his dick. (And you might actually succeed.) (2,000 words.)

When Doves Cry - Jason Todd x Gar Logan. Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst and Smut. After helping the Titans foil Crane's plan, Jason tries to leave forever. Gar has other plans. (11,100 words.)

Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. When the Titans split up, you and Gar get your first true moments alone in weeks. You take advantage of it, even if it ends in a bit of a strange disaster. Aka - neither of you knew that Gar had the ability to knot, and you find out when you have sex for the first time. (11,800 words.)

One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson - Series Masterlist

Season One - Episode One | Episode Two |

Your First Kiss With - Gar Logan | Dick Grayson | Jason Todd |

What would a first date with Gar Logan be like? (Headcanons)

How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?

Titans Hogwarts House Headcanons

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3, but I am hoping to have them edited and posted on Tumblr sometime soon.

Pretty Venom - Conner Luthor x Fem!Reader. Friends to Strangers to Lovers. Smut. When Mother Mayhem's magic messes with Conner's head, you find yourself confused, but intrigued - and then turned on. Conner takes advantage of that. (11,800 words.)

Glitter & Crimson - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Friends to ‘Lovers’. Smut. Conner is your ‘boyfriend’ - maybe. Either way, the two of you aren’t having sex, and you’re pent up. So when Gar offers you a golden opportunity to blow off steam, you don’t even consider how much it might be breaking his heart. (6,700 words.) (Prequel to the fic linked above.)

Free Use Day - Poly!OG!Titans x Fem!Reader. Established Poly (Sexual) Relationship. Smut/PWP. You are a sex toy for the original Titans, and you love it. (14,300 words.)

No Place Like Home - Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader x Jason Todd. Friends to Lovers. Angst and Smut with a Happy Ending. Jason leaves the Titans broken and battered, and gets set on a dangerous path, and it’s up to you and Gar to bring him home. (90,300 words.) (Series - Complete.)

Steamy - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Rivals to Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You and Jason compete in everything - including the difficult task of sharing a bathroom. Until one day, competing in petty things becomes a battle for dominance in other areas. (5,200 words.)

Now You See Me - Gar Logan x Masc!Powered!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. As soon as you meet Gar, you’re smitten with him. You’re used to people looking right through you - literally. But for once, Gar is someone who truly sees you for who you are, and he likes you. Every part of you. (6,900 words.)

The Sweater Song - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut (with a Happy Ending). Songfic. Gar decides to leave Caulder House, and it breaks your heart. But you give him a token of your affection so that he won’t forget you, and eventually he does return home to you. (7,200 words.)

Snow In Florida - Donna Troy x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Emotional Angst (Sexuality Crisis) and Smut (with a Happy Ending). You and Donna have been friends for as long as you can remember - but as you’re both maturing, your friendship shifts in a dangerous way. A birthday party, a nagging crush, a kiss - all of it leads you both down a beautiful and bitter path to your one true love. (30,300 words.) (Mini Series - Complete.)

Don’t Say It - Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut and Emotional Angst. After Jason is kidnapped by Deathstroke, the Titans don’t have any sympathy for him. When they pile onto the weight he’s already carrying, he can’t take it anymore - and you task yourself with picking up the pieces before it’s too late. (11,300 words.)

Yokai - Gar Logan x Masc!Japanese!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Gar visits your family’s Japanese restaurant often - it makes him feel normal, talking with someone who doesn’t secretly wear a cape. Plus he loves the food, and… he thinks you’re super cute. (6,400 words.)

#sundrop writes #masterlist #dc titans #gar logan x reader

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tenpintsofsundrop · 2 years ago

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Sundrop's DC Titans Masterlist

Emergency Contact - Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst. Hurt and Comfort. (Slight Smut.) After Jason is kidnapped by Deathstroke, you help each other heal, even if he tries pushing you away at first. (10,400 words.)

Dreaming of You (Mini Series - Complete) - Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Having a direct window into someone’s mind is not as fun as everyone thinks it might be. You see and hear things that you might not want to. Or things you want to see very, very badly. But in your case, the problem was a delicate mixture of both. (31,300 words.) | Part One | Part Two | Series Masterlist

Better Than Sleeping - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut. You and Jason are friends with benefits. Though you have come to realize that the relationship doesn’t always ‘benefit’ you when he ends up annoying you after a long, tiring day of training. (5,300 words.)

Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop) - Sub!Gar Logan x Fem!Reader Smut Blurb

Shared Trauma - Sub!Gar Logan x Fem!Reader Smut Blurb

Missing You - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd Smut Blurb

Not A Good Time - Gar Logan x GN!Reader Smut Blurb

Titans Kink Headcanons: Dick Grayson | Hank Hall | Jason Todd |

Present & Accounted For, Babe - A Jason Todd Playlist

I Don't Bite - A Gar Logan Playlist

Ship Moodboards: Jelly Girls (Donna x Kory) | JayGar (Jason x Gar) |

Episode Moodboards: (Coming Soon)

#masterlist #dc #dc fanfiction #dc titans #titans #titans fanfiction #jason todd #jason todd x reader #titans x reader #dc titans x reader

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theorphicangel · 11 months ago

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𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

this page contains works of x fem! or gn! reader

suguru college bf headcanons | fluff

book store owner!reader x tattoo artist!suguru | fluff

bf! suguru Christmas headcanons | fluff

drabbles

neighbour sukuna helping you cum | nsfw

suguru eating you out | nsfw

dom! suguru | nsfw

next door neighbour!suguru helping you move in | fluff

suguru talking you through it | nsfw

can I get a kiss? | fluff

childhood friends! to lovers | fluff

childhood best friend! suguru | fluff & angst

#angel’s navigation #jjk #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu geto

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brokenrecordplayersblog · 1 year ago

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Hello lovelies, I hope you're all okay, I had an idea for Price and a civilian reader.

Please let me know in the comments who you want next.I write books and headcanons so please comment on who do you want to see next.

Please enjoy the fanfic.

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It was autumn, the leaves were falling everywhere, as they muted from their bright greens to more rustic oranges, reds and brown hues, signalling that winter was comming.

The woods were littered with leaves, they covered the roads for miles in a sea of red and orange.

It was a sight to see during the day. To witness the calming feel of the chilling air as the leaves fell and how the soft rays of sunlight hit against the trees in the English countryside.

However, now it was dark. And John was driving. It's been an hour since he hit the road, as the landscape shifted from the military base, to large buildings that came shy of touching the sky, to forest for miles.

His heart grew impatient, all he wanted was to be reunited with his lover, to feel their gentle touch on his skin, their soft kisses, the way their arms would hold him at night. He missed it all.

His grip on the steering wheel became tighter as his thumb played with the golden wedding band around his left ring finger.

It was gold with the engraving of maple leaves on it, you had to be really close to see all of the fine little details.

He couldn't wait to go home, to see the love of his life waiting for his return.

Soon he drove through small country roads. His headlights lit the way through the darkness as his blue eyes were fixed on the little drops of rain that crashed against his windshield.

He passed by a few deer and wolves as he drove in complete silence. He didn't bother putting on some music, or turning on the radio, as the thoughts of his partner were enough to keep him company, he was too entisiastic to see his partner.

He took a left turn, near a small chapel of Holy Marie.

Instinctively he did the motion of the cross before before pressing his thumb and index finger to his mouth and letting go.

He continued to drive through that small road, which led deeper into the woods. Until he saw the cabin.

The log cabin he had bought a few years back, to get away from everything. He used to come here when he wanted some time off, away from the stress of the military. Away from people, just him and nature.

But now it was more than just that. It was his little sacred heaven. It was his home, it was where the love his life lived.

The cabin, was large, made of large logs and red bricks and hardwood. It was big, about two stories high, it had a patio that was right in front of the lake and a porch on the opposite end of the house. It had railings made out of metal and hardwood all around the small space, were bushes of wild raspberries and rosehip. That was where he normally parked his pick-up truck.

It was a one hour drive to and from the base. Hidden amongst the tall trees of the forest, away from prying eyes, their neighbours were mostly older couples or war veterans that wanted peace and quiet.

John liked the little community, they would often do collective dinners and breakfast, holidays, birthdays and other celebrations.

It was a nice little place, nice and quiet....

He smiled as he parked his truck. Right in front of the porch. And stepped out, he grabbed hold of his duffle bag and happily made his way up the small flight of stairs that lead to the porch and unlocked the door.

His heart was pounding as he was hit with a wave of warmth and sweet smell of baked goods.

He let out a sigh of content as he took off his boots at the door, sighing in relief that his feet were free. He shuffled to the bedroom. His feet aching, his body covered in dirt and sweat. He still had his gear on but he really didn’t care. There was one thing he wanted. He opened the door that led to their bedroom, slowly in order not to startle them.

And there they were. They were asleep, cuddled up in the blankets, amongst the blankets he could make out a set of pajamas that consisted of one of his sweaters and a pair of shorts.

He felt a smile creep up on his face as he took in the sight in front of him.

He slowly made his way to the bed. Crawling to wrap his big arms around them, resting his head on their chest momentarily.

“Love, darling, honey, pup.”

John whispered every pet name he could think of, pressing delicate kisses to their cheeks.

“love of my life, my pretty little thing. Wake up.”

His smile widened when he heard them mumbling and rubbing their eyes. He propped himself up by his elbows, pressing a kiss to their lips.

“M’ home. Beautiful.”

His smile grew wider as he was meet with their pretty eyes, so full of sleep. It took them a moment to see straight but the moment that saw John laying there. They tackled him to the bed and wrapped their arms around him. Securing him in place as held him close. It didn't matter if he smelled of sweat, gun powered. If he was covered in dirt and blood.

He was home, he made it back home... he made it back to them.

The low rubble of Price's chuckle made them smile as they cried of joy. And once again they shared one more kiss before as they just laid in each others arms.

#john price #john price x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #john price x you #civilian x military #cod #fluff #wholesome #captian price #captain price x reader #captain price x you

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wonusite · 2 years ago

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Damn unfortunately i dont remember any of my previous asks but i got some new headcanons

Lets talk about my fave trops/au's for each member and you share yours and see what we have in common

Seungcheol - sugar daddy (do i need to explain lol) (also you newest seungcheol fic is one of my fave tropes but im not sure about how to word it out?)

Jeonghan - frenemies to lovers, secret pinning and hiding it with being teasy

Joshua - Prince/Royal au

Jun - the boy next door/strangers to lovers

Soonyoung - sunshine x soft girl who is shining with the sunshine (i made this up but it fits)

Wonwoo - quite looking boy who is actually a freak (both in the sheets and streets) / badboy

Jihoon - soft-for-only-you/sunshine x secret sunshine

Seokmin - your (not) a gentleman fic is perfect for him, thats exactly how i imagine him / sunshine x sunshine / strangers to friends to best friends to lovers

Mingyu - popular guy who falls for the not so popular girl / jock au / puppy boy x cat girl

Minghao - old time au (not an exact time period but its definitly not modern or close to modern times) / royal au / strangers to lovers / a little bit of magic or soulmate stuff

Seungkwan - bestfriends to lovers / neighbours au / not-so-secret-pinning / idiots to lovers / oblivious one x obviously flirting one

Vernon - "they met because of their pets" au / quite looking but actually crazy boy x loud af girl / sunshine x sunshine but also her protecter

Dino - childhood friends to (strangers to) lovers / secret pinning / "one of them is a celebrity and the other one keeps them in the line, sane but also their biggest support" au

Also i am feeling so much better right now, i think i will recover fully in a few days, thank you so much for your advice 💗

I might send some of my fave edits in a short time btw so be prepared (evil laugh) (you all are gonna die with me)

okokok let’s get into it

ok so i def agree w seungcheol bc he just exudes that rich powerful man energy idk (and I would say it’s a ceo trope or dilf trope)

also agree with jeonghan like it’s either that or pure enemies to lovers w the “been in love with you the whole time” trope to go along with it

shua and royal au is a perfect match as well. he also fits friends to lovers or boy next door trope

jun is idiots to lovers for me all the way.

soonyoung is frenemies to lovers or longtime crush.

you are right abt wonu and i also rlly the like loser boi who’s super whipped for his gf trope for him

1000% agree with the jihoon and gyu tropes.

ahhh thank you sm and tbh that’s the way i see it too seokmin is just so soft and cute and sweet :(

hao def fits that old times vibe and soulmates or reincarnation trope idk. he just has a timeless face if that makes sense lol.

kwannie is def besties to lovers

vernon gives strangers to lovers where you don’t know if he actually likes you bc of how he is but will be so obsessed w u the whole time

chanie is the poster boy for childhood besties to lovers. like that part where they turn into strangers also. it fits so well idk.

i’m glad you’re feeling better bb remember to take care of yourself ok <3 also i look forward to going through them so we can suffer together 🥲

#this was so much fun to do #def giving me inspiration to write #ask #yandere-stories

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thefrontofmymind · 2 years ago

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the 1975 masterlist

* indicates smut

MATTY

SERIES

Might As Well

who knew it'd all start as just a favour for a friend of a friend? (videographer!reader)

IMAGINES

Be Loved

Prompt: Getting engaged after only three months

Over the Balcony Wall

Prompt: Flirting from hotel balconies

Lonely This Christmas

Reader is spending Christmas alone, so is their next door neighbour who apparently doesn't know the volume of his speaker system

Helping Hand*

Friends to lovers + Prompt: "You know I can fuck you better, right?"

Sanctuary

You're revelling in your new family with Matty

Special

australian!reader take matty and his band to their favourite spot in Perth

Dad!Matty (a.k.a. The Chronicles of Baby Healy)

some lil headcanons of matty as a dad

All Things End

It's time you and Matty call it on your relationship

Appetiser*

You and Matty are about to go out to dinner to celebrate your anniversary. But he needs an appetiser.

Surprise?

you find a ring in Matty's belongings, spoiling a pretty big surprise he had planned

Baby Bug

a slice of life from your pregnancy with yours and Matty's first baby

Unknown* (pt. 2 to All Things End)

You and Matty still hold so much goodness for each other

I Could Never Hate You

A little exes to friends blurb, its surprisingly tender

Ice Cream and Jelly

You get your wisdom teeth removed and Matty takes care of you in the aftermath

Overwhelmed (Request)

Austistic!reader gets overwhelmed at a party and Matty calms them down

Make A Wish

You've been keeping your relationship with Matty secret from your friends. You have a good feeling it'll go the distance.

INSTAGRAM BLURBS

FC: Phoebe Bridgers (musician!Reader) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

FC: Daisy Edgar Jones (actress!Reader)

FC: Maude Apatow (photographer!reader) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

FC: Pomme (supporting artist!reader)

FC: Alexa Chung (longterm girlfriend!reader)

FC: Kathering Langford (australian!reader)

FC: Ellie Rowsell (musician!reader)

FC: Heather Baron-Gracie (ex!reader)

FC: Olivia Cooke (wife!reader) Part 1 / Part 2

FC: Suki Waterhouse (rockstar girlfriend!reader)

FC: Rachel Sennott (it girl!reader)

ROSS

SERIES

Proof Positive

Working at Dirty Hit, you've grown so close with the label's star band over the years. After a night of celebration and a bit too much to drink, you're left with a little more than a souvenir of your favourite bassist.

IMAGINES

Lullaby*

you're having trouble getting to sleep, so your boyfriend, Ross remedies that

Ross Brainrot

Just some fluff about watching Ross at Finsbury Park

Nothing's Changed

teacher!ross x teacher!reader, what else can i say?

Sunrays

suprising Ross in his hotel room on tour

Secret Santa

part 2 of nothing's changed: christmas edition

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sunflowerharrington · 3 years ago

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Could you write an one-shot or headcannons about “friends to lovers” with tate?

Hey babes! Of course I can :)

I have gone with doing Pre-Death and Post-Death Tate for this one as the circumstances are very much completely completely different.

Hope you enjoy, Nonnie <3

(i got wayy too into this, y’all)

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

— warning(s) - mentions of canon murder house events, mentions of rape and other forms of sexual assault, tate langdon should be a whole warning himself, mentions of child neglect, mentions of domestic abuse, the rubber man (tate langdon), arson, murder.

Friends To Lovers With Tate Langdon (Headcanons) GN!Reader

Pre-Death Tate

— one day you were just hanging out in the library on your own for some quiet time when a boy you didn’t know sat down across from you

— he talked to you about birds a lot, interested that you borrowed the book on birds he just returned

— you skimmed your fingers over his name, ‘tate langdon’ in pretty letters, you never expected such neat handwriting from him

— you two regularly met up in the library at lunch to talk about birds, the bands you both like and everything else under the sun

— the first time you met up with him outside of school was in the local park at night, immediately rushing over to the swing set to see who could swing the highest

— you won and tate threw a dramatic little tantrum over it, but you reassured him that he also had swung super high

— he held your hand while you reassured him, stroking his thumb on your skin. you were so close to him, one inch closer and you could have kissed him, but you didn’t because you didn’t think he liked you like that

— to be fair he did catch feelings first, it was a crush at first sight for tate and he nearly admitted to being in love with you the second time he saw you in the hallway the next day

— with you by his side you helped him through his tough times with his mom and bullies at school, and eventually you helped so much that the canon events were #thrown-out-the-window

— welllll, most of them

— (he still poured lighter fluid all over his mom’s boyfriend and lit him on fire… but like in canon doesn’t get charged for that)

— never took his anger out on you (in a SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED way) unless you consented at least ten times

— the first time you and tate kissed was back in the park on another late night, and it felt like heaven

— he ran into the park with you trying to catch up with him and immediately climbed up the ladder to the slide, and you did too

— he slid down and waited for you, and as you slid down he trapped you from getting up

— you two locked eyes and he gave you a little smile before leaning down

— “can i kiss you, babe?” your heart fluttered when he called you ‘babe’ and asked for your consent

— you said yes and then he pressed his lips against yours, cradling your face with his hands as he deepened the kiss

— and you ran your hands through his soft, fluffy hair, pulling him in closer

— BUT that’s only as far as it went that first time, the next time however…—

Tate

POV: you’re Violet’s slightly older sibling

— you and violet had wandered into the basement and looked around for a bit before both agreeing this house would be the one

— you settled in quite quickly and blaring your music seemed to have attracted a certain neighbour to your house; constance langdon, your nextdoor neighbour, who asked you to keep it down and that her son is downstairs and wants to meet you

— after she left you turned up your music even louder and ignored the fact that there was a boy downstairs

— he opened your door without warning and you shouted at him, saying you could’ve been changing

— “changing? why didn’t you invite me sooner then?” he was such a flirt from the get go, and that smirk melted your knees

— you two shared a love for nirvana and all things rock music, and birds too. tate got you interested in birds

— at first he wanted to befriend you and your sister, violet, so he could manipulate you two easier but that obviously didn’t go to plan as tate quickly caught feelings for you

— nora montgomery “rocked up” to your house one day and told you all about the history, including tate’s death and that he’s a ghost

— you were freaked out at first but also thought it was pretty cool to have a someone close to you that is a ghost, but also you were a bit skeptical of his intentions now given his history

— you were still open to being friends though, as people can change, no matter who they are they can change, and you can see that tate has

— one night something in the air had changed, and as tate couldn’t leave the murder house, you had a little date in your bedroom which ended with tate walking you to your bed and giving you a ‘platonic but not really platonic’ kiss on the lips and a sweet smile

— you weren’t done though, as he turned to leave you grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards, and he almost tripped and fell but thankfully it was onto your bed

— you stood between his legs and pulled him into a deep kiss, and after that, the rest was history. and yes, he did murder you that night so you two could be together forever and ever

i hope this is what you wanted, nonnie :)

taglist: @xxlangdon @sympathyforher @unlivingdreams @quickiesgirl would anybody else like to be added to the taglist? let me know! <3

#american horror story #ahs #tate langdon #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #violet harmon #tate langdon imagine #is this angst?#tate langdon fanfiction #tate langdon fluff #ahs headcanon #tate langdon headcanon #american horror story: murder house

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laurenairay · 4 months ago

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Thanks everyone who sent a headcanon idea in! I had a blast writing these this weekend, and I hope you enjoyed reading them!

Jack Hughes - next door neighbours to lovers Miro Heiskanen - comforting his partner when lonely Tyson Jost - loves seeing his marks on you Tyson Jost – taking care of you when you have a headache Quinn Hughes – first night sleeping over Nico Hischier - friends with benefits to lovers Roope Hintz – fairytale Mikko Rantanen - innocent / naive partner Elias Pettersson – insecurity William Nylander – comforting each other with migraines

#my writing #headcanon weekend #thanks everyone!

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years ago

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💀~Introduction~💀

18+ BLOG- My writing is not advised for the underage ones, so approach carefully.

Welcome to a whole new world of Erotica/Romance Horror where our Kryptonite are Big Slasher Men who could maim us and that we love so much.

Horror movie and serial killer/crime documentary enthusiast with a steak for the dark and the obscene.

My Amazon Kindle Author Page!

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~My Novels~

The Asylum - Monster Erotica (Diabolik Lovers Series)

Next Door Stalker - The Neighbour

Primal Instinct: A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story

Cyber Killer: Horror Erotica DARK WEB SERIES 1

Sugar, Sugar! Oh, my Daddy!~: A Sugar Daddy Erotic Thriller

Under the Alaskan Moon: A Dark Erotica about Two Souls Connecting into the Winter Wonderland

Liquor Series: Whiskey Kisses: An Erotic Lesbian Short Story

The Ouija: A Halloween Erotica Special (Diabolic Lovers Series)

Tempting Lust: Behind closed doors Series #1

Name: Bianca

Age: 25

Nationality: Romanian

Favorite Slashers: Chromeskull, The Collector, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Harry Warden

Favorite Horror Movies: Laid to rest, The Collector/The Collection, SAW series, Wrong Turn Series, House of 1000 corpses, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream

~Masterlist with Canon Slashers~

~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

~Rules for Requests~ (CLOSED AT THE MOMENT)

Who I write for:

Freddy Krueger from A nightmare on elm street

Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th

Michael Myers from Halloween

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt/Jedidiah Sawyer from Texas the chainsaw massacre

The Collector (Asa Emory from) The Collector movies

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)/Preston/Spann from Laid to Rest movies

Harry Warden from My bloody valentine

Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher) from The Scream movies

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal the TV Show

Brahms Heelshire from The Boy movie

Norman Bates from Psycho

The Creeper from Jeepers Creeper movies

Bo Sinclair/Vincent Sinclair/Lester Sinclair from House of Wax

1986!Pennywise and The New Pennywise from IT movies

The Djinn from Wishmaster movies

The Three Killers from You’re Next 2011 movie

Mark Hoffman/Amanda Young/John Kramer/Logan Nelson from SAW movies

Pinhead from Hellraiser movies

Tiffany Valentine from Bride of Chucky

Jennifer Check from Jennifers’ Body movie

Baby Firefly/Otis B. Driftwood from House of 1000 Corpses/The Devils Reject/3 from Hell

Carrie White from Carrie movies

John from He’s out there 2018

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille) from Candyman movie

Victor Crowley from Hatchet movie series

Chucky Human Form from Childs Play

Yautja from Predator

Xenomorph from Alien

The Legion (Frank Morrison/Joey) from Dead by Daylight

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan) from Dead by Daylight

Ghostface (Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson) from Dead by Daylight

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) from Dead by Daylight

Jacob Goodnight from See no evil movies

Jack Torrance from The Shinning

Patrick Bateman from American Psycho

The Other from Hell Fest 2018

BONUS!: I also write for my Horror/Slasher Original Characters which you can find into ~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

What I write:

I write SFW and NSFW

I do Headcanons and Reader Inserts

I write Male x Female, but also Male x Male or Female x Female

I can write Threesomes like Male x Female x Male, Male x Male x Male etc.

I can also do something like Slasher x Slasher.

I can do all sorts of stuff like BDSM, Gorish, Non-Con.

When it comes to sexual NSFW all characters must be 18+, no underage.

What I don’t write:

I won’t do Pedophilia stories. Just NO.

Incest also an absolute NO.

Watersports.

What I might or not write, depending on the slasher:

Characters with disabilities/mental illness, mostly because I am not very familiar with them and I don't want to trigger/insult someone that might have them.

Characters with children, mostly because some characters I cannot picture as parents.

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! 🎉

#introduction #rules on requesting #masterlist #slashers #horror movies #welcome to my blog

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writeformesinpie · 4 years ago

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hi i would like to request yandere headcannons for seo moon jo. i think he would make an... interesting yandere

Yassss, I actually already see Seo Moon Jo as a yandere. But here is my headcanon for his type and how he would escalate with you.

Trigger warnings: Yandere content. (Stalking, obsession, death and all that comes from that content.)

Yandere Seo Moon Jo Headcanon:

Oh boy, this man’s a mess. Out of all the yandere types (typically 20 are recognised) he has six.

He starts as a stalker (don’t they all?)

He isn’t very subtle. He wants you to know he’s watching.

But even when you don’t see him, there's the constant feeling of him being close. The hair on the back of your neck prickles and you have a rising need to look over your shoulder at more and more frequent intervals. The tapping sound of footfalls follow you but it doesn't amount to anything. And yet he is always nearby.

He might even learn a thing or two about technology and quickly pick up how to hack into your phone/laptop camera to soak you in while you’re at home.

Setting up his own cams inside your home to watch you move around in your natural habitat, on display as if you were his own personal documentary.

This is the you he likes the most- alone and completely yourself. No barriers, just your real base self. He must be close to that person. The one that only he gets to see.

If you live in an apartment, great news! Your neighbour will be removed by any means necessary so he can watch you through the hole he’s made in the conjoining wall.

He’s also the projection type.

You are exactly who he wants you to be. Possibly a former lover/obsession, but he has created you in the image of his past and God help you if you don’t measure up.

The hints, the sly manipulation. He has you wearing his favourite scent by the end of the week. Another few weeks and the magnetic pull to that little dress you never dreamed of wearing is too strong to resist.

Unless you do. But then you wouldn’t be the person he thought you were - and then why would he need you anymore?

The delusions start pretty early on. You are his and he is yours. Of course you love him.

The flowers are your reward. The shampoo is because you would have forgotten to replace it like you had last time. He even got you a new brand more aligned with your hair type - no need to thank him.

By now you have surely noticed him. He knows you’re shy, why else would you run every time you see him?

Delusional types often forget anything unpleasant. Such as that pesky little paperwork that forced him out of the apartment next door.

What’s a restraining order between two people in love?

Training will result from your lack of understanding of the relationship. He takes no pleasure in hurting you - well, maybe a little - but he does it for your own good!

Every punishment is to help you! Once you start making the right choices you will be rewarded. “Good, that’s it, baby. That’s good. You’re getting it.”

Now you’re beginning to enjoy the punishments though, and so the spankings will increase because you both want it, right?

Behave and he won’t have to tie you up. Why are you fighting him anyway? After all, you’re just like him. You are the one that caught his eye. You smiled at him, you started this crazy dance that day when you both reached for the same spice rack at Target. Don’t you remember?

Removal type because he has to keep the vipers and their poison from tainting you, their vile words like shears cutting you to the bone.

You don’t need other people, you already have him. What more do you need?

He won’t go out of his way to let you know he is doing this - but he won’t hide it either. If you happen to notice he is responsible for the trash removal he will gladly admit it. He’s proud to be there for you. He’s proud of his work.

Finally he is a self-sacrifice type, but only for the right partner. The ultimate masterpiece. If you made it to this point, he’d die for you.

He will remove any obstacle, any nuisance, any mild inconvenience.

Isn’t he perfect? And he’s all yours! Congratulations, you caught yourself a devoted yandere but remember: don’t mess up. You made it this far, it would be a shame to die now.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this content! If you did, please consider liking, commenting, reblogging and/or following, and check out my masterlist for similar content. Have a great day!

#strangers from hell #hell is other people #Seo moon jo #yandere seo moon jo #lee dong wook #seo moon jo x reader #yandere lee dong wook #lee dong wook x reader #kdrama #Writeformesinpie #Yandere #kdrama yandere

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ichigoromi · 3 years ago

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Hey ro i know your doing your assignment but when have free time can do msby(separately please) when yall cats start fighting

https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdh4f6pW/

Please dont rush to do i can wait<3

hihihi! thank you for requesting! this is such a funny idea!

Pairing (s): Meian Shugo, Inunaki Shion, Bokuto Kōtarō, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: fluff

Warning (s): just little cats fighting among each other, no animals were harmed in the making of this headcanon!

a/n - hi, sorry for the lateeeeee reply. I was going through some family issues and I just chose a couple of the MSBY players for this, hope you don't mind! hehehe although I'm more of a dog person, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Enjoy!

Meian Shugo

Meian is your hot neighbour that recently moved next to your unit.

While you were bringing your cats out for a short walk at the nearby park, you found out that he has cats too, and they are adorable.

Since he is a busy volleyball player, you never really talk to him other than when he first introduces himself as your new neighbour.

But, your new neighbour is just really hot.

When your mother came to your apartment to drop off some side dishes that she made, she bumped into Meian, who was taking out his trash.

My oh my, your mother was smitten with Meian.

One day, you were busy carrying your grocery into your home, and with the door left ajar, your cat, Kiko, decided to sneak out.

Meian's cat ran out too while he was taking out the trash.

And the most ridiculous thing happened.

You heard Kiko screeching, and without a thought, you ran out of your apartment, thinking of the worst.

Kiko was having a screeching fight with your hot neighbour's cat. Neither of them was giving up, and it was dangerous to grab Kiko as she might just claw at you. Hearing the cats screeching, Meian came running and gaped at the confusing sight in front of him.

"Kiko, stop doing that! Come here! I got a snack for you~!" As if both the cats sniffed the delicious snack that you were holding, both of them stopped screeching and leapt towards you.

These cats are healthy and well-fed and definitely do not weigh light.

You shut your eyes, expected to meet the cold hard floor of the hallway, but you didn't.

Instead, you felt the warm and broad chest of your neighbour, Meian.

"I'm so sorry!" You quickly apologised and tried to get up, but the two cats were still clutching tightly to you and won't let go of you. You fell back onto him.

He lets out a light chuckle and proceeds to lift you, who was holding the two cats up.

"Let me take him away. I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused by my boy, Ren, here." You could not let a word out since you were kind of checking him out.

Kiko won't stop whining in your arms, so did Ren.

You looked at Meian, and you two shared a knowing look.

"I guess...we should get to know each other better...ya know, as in-laws?" He awkwardly flirts; this 6'5 ft volleyball player can get cute too.

"I think we need to set a date to get to know each other better and let these have their dates too."

That was your boldest flirting move, and you hope he accepts it.

"Does next Friday work?"

With a smile, you nodded your head.

"I'll see you then!"

"I'll let him out and introduce h

He is definitely a cat person and a dog person.

All animals like him, and you like him too. You two have been dating for about two years now.

Recently, you both adopted kittens separately.

And today was the first time you brought your kitten over to his house for a playdate and for date night too.

Since he has been so busy and finally got some free time to spend with his pets and his lovely girlfriend.

You made sure you packed everything you needed before walking over to his apartment.

Yeap, because his apartment was just two levels below you.

You two started out as neighbours and somehow became lovers.

Inunaki has been waiting for ages for you to show up with your kitten. He cleaned his apartment and even prepared a lovely dinner for you two to share while letting your kittens get acquainted.

When he heard the doorbell ring, he jogged to get the door for you.

"Oh my, two cuties showed up at my house!" He greets you eagerly with a kiss on the lips and softly strokes your kitten's chin.

After the greetings, you let your kitten out of the carrier.

As soon as you get the kitten out, she ran towards Inunaki's kitten. They sniffed each other and soon engaged in a full out fight.

Before you two could pull them away, Inunaki's golden retriever and Siberian cat pull the two apart.

It seems like the two kittens were getting lectured by the mama cat and the golden retriever uncle just watching by the side.

Inunaki wraps his arm around your waist and kisses the side of your head.

"Shall we move in together? Look at our pets, they already are acting like a family." He subtly hints while slowly moving to hug you from the back.

You felt his chin leaning on your shoulder and moving you side to side.

"Come on~, let's move in together~! Hmm, babe? Isn't that nice? It's like practice before we get married! We can save rent too!" He was pouting now, trying to convince you.

"Shion, you paid for this apartment, I'm the one that is paying rent for my apartment. Are you sure? Moving in together is a big decision." You turned around and cups his face.

He nods determinedly.

"I want to. We have been together for three years, and I think it's time." Inunaki was really serious about it, and you lean up to kiss him on the lips.

"Okay, I'll move in, but we have to do a little redesign of your apartment...to make it more pet-friendly."

Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto is a fellow volunteer at the local animal shelter with you.

You have been volunteering at this animal shelter since high school, as you were aspiring to become a veterinarian.

Now, you are still in school, studying to become a veterinarian and met Bokuto when he moved from Tokyo to Osaka and was looking for something to do in his free time.

You were tasked to guide Bokuto since you were the same age as him, and at first, you did not get along with him.

Mainly because you don't get along with most humans at all.

But somehow, through Bokuto's persistence, you two became good friends that go for lunch after volunteering.

You send him back home after having lunch since he can't drive, and it was on your way too.

Today, you guys have a litter of new kittens coming in, and Bokuto was tasked to bring them in and make them comfortable.

You were feeding the dogs, where you heard some commotion where Bokuto was at.

Since you were the closest to Bokuto, you quickly fed the dogs and shut their cages before running to where he was.

And it was a mess.

Bokuto was trying to separate the kitten from fighting an older cat, and you knew something terrible would happen from the way he was separating them. You attempted to intercept, but Bokuto shook his head, trying to get you to back off.

But you were not going to listen to him.

"Hey, it's okay. Come here; it's going to be okay." It was as if the angered cat understood your words; it jumped off Bokuto and into your arms.

You put the cat away in a separate cage and swoop the kittens to another.

After settling them into different cages and getting another staff to check on them, you went to check on Bokuto.

"You're scratched up! I need to clean your wounds and send you to the hospital! Follow me!" Bokuto has never seen you this frantic before.

You were always calm, aloof, and never showed an ounce of emotion unless in front of animals.

Now, you were worrying about him and pulling him into the office and fumbling through to look for the first aid kit.

It kinda feels nice for him that someone is looking after him.

"Bokuto-san? Does it hurt? Am I doing too roughly? Sorry, I've only done this for animals..." He winced a little but put on a big smile.

"It's nothing! I can bear a little bit of pain." But you were frowning and focused on cleaning his wounds. A million thoughts were going through your mind, and you unconsciously blew on his wound as you applied the ointment on him.

Once you were done, you informed the volunteer group leader that you were going to bring Bokuto to the hospital to check on his injuries.

"What are ya grinnin' at? Is that funny to see me worried?" He shook his head and tries to hide his big smile.

"Nothing. It's kind of nice for you to take care of me." You let out a cough, trying to hide your shyness.

"What are you spluttering about?! J-Just take a nap first!" Seeing how flustered you were by him, he decided that it was best to not tease you anymore.

At least, there is some advancement in your relationship and hopefully fewer cat fights in the near future.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Since you don't really keep up with sports news, unlike your younger brother and father, who are avid volleyball fans.

You did not know who the hell Sakusa Kiyoomi was.

It was rumoured that someone mysterious had moved in and nobody really knew who was it.

Your younger brother was supposed to walk the dog today, but he has to 'finish' up his assignments, so you took your dogs and your pretty little cat down for a walk.

Even though you have a cat, you're not really a cat person.

Well, your cat doesn't even like you too.

At least your cat listens to you.

Like any other day, you walked them around the apartment complex, which was really big.

Then your cat decided that today was the day she did not want to listen to you and jumped out of your arms without warning.

"Yuki! Stop running!"

And she decides to pick a fight with the stray cat loitering around the building facilities.

As you were panicking, someone else walking by saw your cat fighting with another. He took a deep breath and tried to separate the two cats but got scratched by Yuki. You rushed to them immediately.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know she was going to fight with the stray...OH MY GOSH! You're injured because of me! Follow me!" Without even giving the stranger a second to agree, you lead him back to your home, with him holding Yuki in his arms and your dogs following you obediently.

When you brought the stranger in, your brother and father's jaws went slack, and they looked as if they just saw a ghost.

You rolled your eyes at their reaction and sat him down at the dining table.

"Wait here a little bit; I'll go get the first aid kit."

Of course, your brother and father are freaking out. Because you just brought in Sakusa Kiyoomi from MSBY Black Jackals.

"Can you make some tea for our guest? He just saved Yuki from getting attacked." You motioned your younger brother to make tea for Sakusa.

Without complaining, he gets up from his seat and quickly heads into the kitchen to make the tea for his idol.

"Hmm, it's just some scratches, but you need to go get it checked out at the hospital tomorrow, okay? I'll clean you up and bandage your injuries. Please give the receptionist my name when you register."

This was Sakusa's first time that someone didn't recognise him, not that he is complaining but this situation was a bit amusing to him.

You're a medical resident, that's why you were able to clean his wounds and bandaged him up neatly.

"All done. Do you feel uncomfortable?" He shook his head and checked out the wounds that you have cleaned up for him.

"Oh, yeah. What's your name? I'm y/n."

"I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi, hope we can become good neighbours."

I hope you enjoyed this request! I'm feeling okay but not okay? I'm just trying to move on but I hope you like this!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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folklorefairyy · 4 years ago

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of clinging and comfort-p.m

summary: in which you and peter are childhood best friends and after re-uniting after he was away with the x-men on a long mission two things become clear: he’s clingy and you both feel something much stronger than just friendship

warnings: none that i can think of! mention of not fitting in as a child and reader sits on peter’s lap but i don’t describe weight or anything! but that’s about it- this is a fluffy fluffy fic following two dorks

oh and it’s not proof read so pls let me know if you see any mistakes!

word count: 1.564k

authors note: this is a request made by my lovely friend @amourtentiaa who was inspired by this set of headcanons by @hellish-ramblings-of-an-emo for a best friends-to-lovers fic for pete

go check out the original headcanons they’re great!! and helped inform an initial background to how peter and the reader became friends but that’s about all i used them for !

Peter Maximoff was a young man who, in his youth, found it hard to make friends. As a child he felt secluded from those around him - insecurity thwarted his mind as his anti-social nature and his mutation left him feeling apart, different, from his peers. Naturally he hated school, each day felt as though he was stepping closer into the clutches of seclusion, as children grew further from him, and all he wanted to do was play games in his basement all day.

It wasn't until you had moved next door that Peter had ever truly felt like another child could understand him, could like the quirks that combined to make up the little boy with super-speed who kept to himself despite his charismatic nature. You had moved into the house directly next to Peters and having been vacant for quite a large portion of Peter’s youth he was apprehensive about having a neighbour, especially when his mother told him said neighbour would be a child of his age.

His mother dragged him over to your front door, having him knock and stand in front of her so that they could welcome you into the neighbourhood. When he door opened Peter feared for the rest but any negative thoughts were whisked away by the dazzling smile painted on your little lips, a few teeth missing from the collection of tiny pearls that displayed such a beautiful sight.

That moment solidified the start of an inseparable connection between Peter Maximoff and you and ever since he ran across the threshold of your new home, grabbing your hand and going straight to the garden to play, you were joined at the hip. Over the years your friendship only grew stronger, drawing the quirks out of the others personality and developing a comfortable environment that left hardly any boundaries between the two of you - so in tune with one another that at times you only needed a single darting of eyes or touching of skin to understand what the other was saying or needed.

However, Peter had joined the X-Men and with such a responsibility came less time with you. You were proud of him, in fact your heart swelled with pride at the thought of him using his mutation to help others (such a thing revealed to you when he accidentally went a little too fast running up your stairs and crashed into the wall, a positively Peter-shaped hole in the drywall). Yet, a part of your heart couldn’t help but ache at the thought of Peter being away for so long - he was your other half and not had you allowed a friendship to developed but a small crush that left butterflies swarming in your stomach at the thought of his touch or one of his corny jokes.

Peter was to be returning after a fairly lengthy mission and neither of you could wait to see the other, desperate for a hug, to feel the others presence physically to know that they weren’t just a dream - yet it seemed that for the two of you a day seemed like a millennia, and not just because the world seemed to move slower for the silver-haired speedster.

You were waiting at the school for his arrival - Charles granting you special access for he knew how Peter depended on you mentally as well as physically. How after a long day all Peter needed was you - your melodic voice as you softly whispered words of affection and admiration, your soft skin as your arms wrapped themselves around his torso, the soft touch of your lips on his neck as you snuggled your head in the crook of it to take in his scent and the reminder that he truly was home - and suc ha sequence of feelings and events occurred the second he returned home, you sprinting towards him despite his enhanced abilities, a second longer was a second wasted with your best friend.

The days after a mission consisted of you staying at the school whilst Peter clung impossibly close to you. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight, always having to keep some form of physical contact with you - perhaps as a physical reminder that you’re safe and well but also stemming simply from the fact that he missed you so - in Peter’s case, it was likely a mix of both. He missed you dearly, of course he did, but there was something about these emissions, in witnessing the harm that the world is capable of, that brews a bubble of anxiety within his chest, forming a worry that can only be caused and quoted by you. For he worries something may happen to you under such cruelty yet he can’t qualm such fears until you’re there to assure him that such a thing hasn’t happened.

Thus Peter becomes something one can only describe as clingy. His hands often travelled to the small of your back, slightly calloused thumbs rubbing against the skin there. His fingertips often danced across yours at the dinner table, or his hand found solace in our lap, rubbing soothing circles into your thigh. His head would rest against yours as you shared an armchair, arms winding round your waist to hold you close. If you even tried to leave a room without him, his enhanced abilities would have him catching up in a second, eyes darting around the room searching for even the tiniest hint of danger.

You actually found the whole ordeal rather endearing ,especially since Peter was giving you affection that felt much more intimate than that shared between friends. Despite such affection coursing through your veins, however, you couldn’t help but tease Peter for his clinginess. You were snuggled up on a crimson velvet armchair together ,the fire cracklings in front of you as you sat on Peter’s lap with your head on his chest. You felt his snuggle closer, the grip of his hands around your torso increasing ever so slightly that the common person wouldn’t. Notice if they weren’t so understanding of their best friend’s actions. A smile threatened to curl the corner of your lips as you softly asked, ‘Is Maxibaby feeling clingy today?’ At the faux sincerity in our voice, Peter’s muscles tense and you could physically hear the pout on his lips as he grumbled, ‘I’m not a baby.’

Slightly giggling to yourself you shifted up from his lap and with a light-spring in your step called over your shoulder teasingly, ‘Sure you’re not Maxibaby!’ and proceeded to pick up your pace as you were out of view from the doorway. Of course, your fastest run was like a slow walk for Peter and he caught up immediately, arms swooping down to gather you into them as he swung you around and carried you swiftly to his room. Throwing you lightly on the bed and emitting a squeal from you, Peter just stood there with his arms folded and a frown curling his lips downwards to match the furrow of his brow. You knew he was joking, the pair of you often jokingly faking emotion to tease the other but you knew it was best to give into the game for anyone was determined to prove a point it was Peter Maximoff, and he wanted to prove he was not a baby.

He didn’t move and you just tilted your head to the side and cocked a brow as you asked unamused, ‘Peter, what?’ He said nothing and instead flopped right atop you, pinning you to the bed with his body, deadweight above you as he became as stiff as a board. You wriggled and writhed beneath him muffled shouts of ‘Get off me Peter’ and ‘You’re so heavy’ falling upon deaf ears as he simply wrapped his arms around you and mumbled into your chest, ‘Not until you give me some attention,’ snuggling impossibly closer to emphasise his point.

With a huff of faux indifference you basked in Peter’s touch and warmth, cuddling up against him. Smiling against his skin you joked, ‘I thought you weren’t a baby?’ And with sheer conviction he replied, ‘I’m not! Just couldn’t spend too long away from my favourite person could I?’ With dazzling grins gracing both your faces and gentle giggles faded, the pair of you were slowly being lulled into a gentle sleep of safety and comfort, as you both lay in the arms of the one person in the world that made you feel protected from any ounce of harm, be that mental or physical, that may come your way.

Peter’s hands started to draw gentle circles on your waist and from his lips he softly whispered against your hair, ‘You know I love you right?’ hands clutching you tighter against him, ‘like actually love you.’ And as he pressed a kiss against your forehead, you basked in the melody of his love, that had your heart dancing to perfectly and without needing him to elaborate further you whispered back, ‘I love you too Peter, like actually love you.’ And so you lay there, two best friends turned lovers, who didn’t need large speeches or fancy words to know exactly just what the other was meaning. All you needed was an ‘I love you’ and a forehead kiss to share the thousands of emotions swirling within the entwined hearts of both of you.

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