#hes a bad person but god is he sexy 😔

[narcolini]

putting it right

moisés (sky rojo) x gn!reader, 18+, smut/angst, 3034 words

warnings for guns, dubious morals, canon typical sentiments

for day 24 of whumpril: ‘what have you done?

a/n: its me and my moi fics against the world at this point. if no-one else is doing it then i simply just have to

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas​ 

He might not even show. He might not come at all. You stare at yourself in the mirror, under the glow of the shitty yellow bathroom light. The motel you’re in isn’t one you’d normally choose, under any other circumstances, but for today it’s perfect. As dirty as you’re going to be. Stained no matter how hard you scrub it clean.

You sigh, splashing water over your face. It doesn’t matter how you look, really, because he’s in deep enough not to care anymore. To think you’re beautiful despite, and because of. To stare at you like he loves you. God. You flick another palm full of water onto your cheeks, your neck. It’s cool enough to feel like relief, just for a moment, and then you’re red hot again. Scorching with shame already.

He has no reason to suspect that anything’s changed, or to look at you any differently. He probably doesn’t think anything of the shit awful place you’ve invited him to, because God knows he’s used to worse. He probably thinks you’re playing into it. A motel on the side of the road, a night together like strangers, it’s part of the fun, no?

He’ll be here soon. You pat your face dry, your hands, the flaming skin around your collar. You aren’t doing anything you haven’t done before. At least, not to start with. You know him, you know how to be with him. That’s easy. Everything else, well, you’re trying to avoid thinking about it. What you won’t be here for, doesn’t matter. You just have to be how you usually are: hungry for him, relentless.

You scan the main room from the door of the en suite; the bed, your bag—packed still, but sat at the foot of it—the wine you’ve put on the bedside, and the drawer you’ve left half-open. Everything’s in place. It’ll be easy, once you have him here. And you’re going to be fine, remember, you’re going to be fine, even after it all happens. The worst will be the guilt, you suppose. That’s already creeping in, filling the gaps, staining the carpet. You’re gnawing at your bottom lip like you’ve already done what you intend to do.

He knocks before you can overthink it any further. Two taps to the door, just one knuckle. Light like he knows you’ll be waiting for the sound.  

You take a breath, straighten your shoulders, smooth down your shirt. It’ll go perfectly, it will. You’re only doing exactly as you always do. It’s Moisés, after all. You’ve been alone with him more times than you can count.

You pull the door open, smiling, and lean your hip against it to greet him. ‘Hola, guapo.’

He’s in one of his usual outfits, tight-fitting shirt, black jeans, western boots hidden beneath. His chin drops as he looks you over in return, before saying anything at all. You know what he’s seeing—you’d dressed up especially, made sure to only put on items that he’s complimented before. Clothes that he’s seen the least, really, because he took them off so quickly. But it’s done as you thought it would. He’s smiling by the time he’s back to your eyes, hand reaching for your waist already.

‘Te extañé,’ he says, purring it into your mouth, with his lips following shortly after.

You’re glad, because you can’t say it back to him. I missed you. There’s that guilt again, curling up the floor, snaking around your ankles. You kiss him and hope it goes away, lips to lips, tongue slipping through.

He kicks the door shut with his heel. ‘I almost didn’t come,’ he says, whispering it. A kiss in-between, his hands to your neck, your jaw. ‘But I couldn’t stay away.’

You hum in place of an answer, and for a moment he has you. His palms on your skin, his cologne down your throat. You almost forget what you’re there for.

‘We’re all addicts, aren’t we?’ you ask, letting your fingers stray down his back. ‘For something?’

You know his answer. He kisses you like he’s starving, like he loves you, again, like he loves you. You let him—you have to, for now. For this to work.

‘One day I’ll take you away from here,’ he says. He puts the promise of it against your neck, in-between the scrape of his teeth, the push of hot breath across your skin. ‘And then we can have this.’ To your collarbone, the top of your shoulder. ‘Every day.’

‘Really?’

He’s said it a thousand times. Before now, you always thought there might be some truth to it. Some value in letting yourself believe him.

‘Yes,’ he pants, starting at your clothes at last, fingers under the hem of your shirt. ‘I need you.’

But you aren’t here for that. He is, you aren’t. You let your hands fall the rest of the way down, finding the gun you’ve learned to expect tucked into the back of his jeans.

‘And do you need this?’ you ask, pulling it free, hand loose around the grip of it.

He abandons his mission, leaning back to duck away from the waving weapon, his eyes rolling afterwards. ‘Cariño,’ he laughs, ‘cuidate.’

You take a step back, away from him, settling it in both hands now. It’s as heavy as you expected it to be, but still strange to hold. Foreign to point toward him. ‘Would you teach me to use it, if I asked?’

‘No.’ He’s smiling still, watching you play. ‘Who’re you planning to shoot, dulce?’

You line it up, nose to his chest, so close that it catches on one of his buttons. You could pull the trigger right now—if you wanted to. It’ll be loaded, ready. You know that. ‘People like this shit, y’know, fucking with guns around.’ You say it like you’re considering it, like you’re testing waters you never intend to tread. ‘It turns them on.’

He doesn’t move. His gaze flicks from you, to the gun. Back again. ‘I know.’

Of course he does. He’s probably seen it more times than you care to imagine. ‘I’m not sure if it’s for me,’ you say, tracing the end of the pistol down his stomach. ‘One mistake, and—’

When you twitch it back up, angled toward his face, he flinches, palm grabbing your wrist in the same moment. ‘That’s not funny,’ he scolds, holding your hand and the gun in the air beside you both. ‘It’s not a toy.’

‘No,’ you agree, ‘it’s not.’

He pulls your hand back to his chest, taking the gun without any complaint from you. ‘You shouldn’t be touching it.’

‘And you shouldn’t bring it when you’re coming to meet me.’ You layer a smile over your lips. ‘Can we put it away, baby, somewhere safe?’

You know what he wants to say—I have to carry it, I need it—but he doesn’t bother. Instead, he nods, and walks around the bed to the table on the left, and the drawer you left open. He tugs it out, putting the gun inside, then pauses. His eyebrow arches, his fingertips on the drawer’s handle still.

‘What’s this?’ he asks, flicking a curious smirk in your direction.

‘What?’ You’re feigning innocence, climbing onto the bed from the foot. You go on your hands and knees over the covers. ‘Is something in there?’

He hooks the handcuffs with his index finger, lifting them free from their hiding place, to dangle in the air by his head. ‘You didn’t bring these?’

It’s almost too easy, the smile you give in return, the blush you can’t fight even though you know, you know. ‘Oh,’ you purr, ‘those.’ You’re far enough up the bed to reach for him now, hands to his waist, to the belt loops of his jeans. You pull him toward you, putting his thighs to the mattress. ‘I thought we could try something new,’ you say.

It’s a yes before you’ve even made your case. He’s looking at you intensely now, breath heavy as he stands over you. His hand goes to the side of your face, his thumb to your bottom lip. ‘You or me?’ he asks.

You swallow. ‘I was thinking you.’

That, he hadn’t expected. He laughs lightly, through his nose, with a fond amusement growing in his eyes. ‘En serio?’

You nod.

‘You surprise me, cariño.’

And surprise is all you have.

You tug him toward you again, bringing his knees onto the mattress, before guiding him back against the headboard. He hasn’t said yes, but he hasn’t said no yet, either. You have to convince him of it. You have to make him forget who he is, just long enough to become someone else yourself.

‘You’re always in control, Moi.’ You climb over him, thighs parting over his lap. ‘Don’t you get tired of it?’

He sighs, one hand running over your ass, the other trapped between your bodies, handcuffs in his palm. ‘I don’t think I am,’ he says. ‘Not anymore.’

You kiss his neck, feeling him relax and tighten all at once. You know what he means, that Romeo is the one in control, not him, but you can’t work with that. You can’t tug that thread without it all unwinding. ‘Let me,’ you breathe by his ear, ‘I want to try.’

‘Yeah?’

You hum, reaching to take the cuffs from him. ‘It could be good for you,’ you smirk, ‘making you wait.’

He’s not used to it. He gets what he wants, when he wants it. He does what he wants, with no-one to stop him, no consequences. No guilt.

‘Please, Moi,’ you beg, rolling your hips over his, over the hard length of him beneath.

When he lets out his next breath, it wobbles slightly, staggering over his chest. But he nods, and he smiles, and his arms go up like he wants it now. Like curiosity has melted into need.

You stretch up, on your knees, to lean over him, glad that he’s looking at your chest and not your hands—because they’re shaking now, failing at the most crucial part. They aren’t really handcuffs, not by police standard. But they were the most secure you could find. Real metal, not plastic, not fluffy and coddling like they always are in those shops.

You feel him press a kiss to your sternum, feel his head tilt up to take in the smell at the base of your throat. Even now, even while you’re doing this, you smile, your body reacts. It would be so easy to give into him. You settle for returning the gesture with one of your own, kissing the inside of his wrist before cranking the cuff closed around it.

He reacts slightly, twitching under you.

‘Too tight?’

‘No.’ He adjusts himself, legs spreading slightly, free arm falling momentarily to run a hand up your ribcage. ‘It’s good.’

You wouldn’t change it even if it was cutting off the blood flow. You’re too far along now to go any further back.

‘Your hand, baby,’ you prompt, inviting him to lift his arm once more.

He does, putting it up alongside the other, and allowing you to thread the cuffs behind the poles of the bed frame, before locking his second wrist in place. Just like that.

It’s almost a shame—almost—that this is the last time. That it has to be. The thrill of seeing him like this, pliant, waiting, kept still beneath you. It’s almost enough to make you change your mind, to pretend this is the same as every other night and enjoy the position you’ve put him in.

‘You look good,’ you tell him, sitting back onto his lap again. ‘I like you like this.’

His brow arches. ‘Really?’ He’s still settling into it, fidgeting against the restraints, testing the limits of his movement. ‘I don’t know yet.’

‘Tranquilo.’ You put a hand to his stomach, then bend to kiss his collar, his chest. ‘Enjoy it, Moi.’ You know you are. You’re savouring it, keeping the image of it safe in your memories.

He relaxes slightly, trying for your sake to do as he’s told. When you pluck apart his shirt, to kiss the scorching skin beneath, he sighs, head back against the board. When you reach the band of his underwear, just below his naval, his eyes close. His wrists tug against the cuffs, desperate to reach for you.

‘Okay,’ you can hear him smirking, talking like he’s half asleep, ‘it’s not so bad.’

‘See?’ You catch the band with your teeth, pushing down on his hips as they lift to meet you. ‘I know you.’

You know what he likes, and you know what he does.

Any longer now and you’ll go back on yourself, undo everything that you’ve set up. Forget the mission and lose yourself in the sport of this. As much as you want to tease him, for hours and hours, until he’s begging you for release, you can’t. If not for your own sake, for theirs. A deal is a deal.

You sit up before it can happen, climb over his legs and onto the floor, before he can sigh again, or twitch under your touch. Before he can do anything to make you doubt your choice. You’re by your bag at the end of the bed, rooting in the front pocket, before he realises this isn’t a part of it.

‘What are you doing?’ he asks, sitting straighter.

You ignore him, finding your phone and pulling it free. The text is already typed out—you made sure to do so long before he arrived, incase you failed with the cuffs—so it takes less than a minute for you to hit send and seal his fate; your fate. You watch it switch from sent to delivered, before chancing a look at him.

He’s frowning, confused because he doesn’t know to be angry yet, and tilting his head like he’s trying to laugh it away. Like he’s missed a joke and is trying to find the punchline still.

‘You stopped to send a text?’ he asks, with a nervous humour behind the words.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘For what?’

You weren’t going to apologise to him, that was never supposed to come out—you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t. But there it went, and here it comes again, ‘I’m sorry, Moi.’

It’s connecting, you think. The cuffs, the motel, the gun in the drawer away from him. The questioning laugh is sinking into something else, breaking into an expression you can’t stomach.

‘I couldn’t…’ There’s not enough time to explain it to him. It had taken you days to reach this conclusion, to decide on a path that led you both here, to the motel, and them to the parking lot outside, waiting for your signal. You have two, maybe three minutes before they get here—and that’s not long enough. That doesn’t even scratch the surface. ‘You can’t run forever, Moi.’

It clicks. His face folds, betrayal laid thick over his features. ‘What have you done?’ He asks, quiet enough that you could save it, really, if you wanted to. You could push the vulnerability back until he trusted you again.

But you can’t, you won’t. ‘I’m sorry,’ you say again, the only words you can manage.

He thrashes against the cuffs suddenly, rattling the chain against the bar. ‘What the fuck have you done?’

It’s easier now, to leave, because he’s switched to anger so quickly that you don’t recognise him. You don’t even feel bad, really, when he’s panting like a bull, rocking the bed beneath him. If he broke free, you aren’t even positive that he wouldn’t hurt you, because you’re on the other side now. You vs. Him.

‘You’re helping them?’ he spits, biceps bulging either side of his head.

You don’t answer. The clock is running out and you won’t be here to see it. You grab your bag, your phone, and head for the door before he can ask you anything else. Yes, you’re helping them, yes, you led him here and set the trap. Yes, you’ll regret it for weeks, maybe years, afterwards. But it’s the right thing to do. You have to remember that.

He shouts your name, roaring in between, as you open the door. Says it again, and again, as you shut it behind you, his throat so raw it sounds like he’s crying. You don’t recognise it. But they do, this is the man they’re used to, after all.

Your entry into the hall couldn’t have been better timed. As you shut the door, they turn the corner, Coral, Wendy. Gina. You release a breath you’d been saving, because now it’s out of your hands. They’re here, he’s there, and you’re free to go and never look back.

‘I was going to ask if he’s in there,’ Coral starts, as she arrives in front of you, ‘but, well.’ She laughs, her statement punctuated by another shout for you, your name, a heavy rattle of springs against the bed frame. ‘We should have given you horse tranquilliser.’

You can’t laugh. ‘His gun’s in the bedside,’ you tell her, rooting in your pocket for the handcuff key. ‘Here.’

‘You should have swallowed it.’

‘Coral,’ Wendy chides, before taking the key from you. ‘Thank-you. Seriously. We owe you.’

It’s nothing, you try to say, it’s the right thing to do, but you can’t force it. Your tongue won’t work anymore, held down by the guilt beneath it.

Wendy catches on, somehow, her voice softening a fraction. ‘I know he’s been good to you, but, really he—’

‘I know.’ You nod. ‘It stops here.’

In the room behind, Moisés says your name again, begging for it, for you, and that’s the last you can endure. With a final nod to the girls, you leave, pulling your bag tight to your shoulder. You have to go, now, have to leave it all before you change your mind. Him, them, the sound of your name on his lips. You leave all of it in the motel, rotting on the side of the road.

[ham1lton]

if we were a movie.

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.

faceclaim: zendaya <3

summary: need for speed, out in cinemas feb 31st 2026, follows emma, a coffee shop owner, who falls in love with christopher, a formula one driver. the film's marketing manager decides to take you and your co-stars to the next f1 race where you meet the original inspiration for christopher and maybe, find a love story of your own.

author's note: hi. this was the most voted post on the poll so i hope you enjoy it! don't forget to read until the end so you can vote on the next post! also shout out to ms hannah montana for this banger which inspired the title!

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yourusername: days on set with these losers. thank god i get free and unlimited coffee!!!

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nicholasgalitzine: who is that sexy guy in the last pic 😍

-> yourusername: taylor 😍

user3: yn did they make u cry?? 😭

-> yourusername: i laughed so hard i cried 😔

user8: if nicholas is supposed to be charles, who is taylor supposed to be? also why is he going blond? charles is a brunet 😭

-> user10: evil carlos 😭 in the original plot, charles gets with emma and to ‘bring him down’, carlos exposes the relationship thinking that it would make charles lose goodwill with his fans which would then be bad pr for ferrari. so he does it so that he can be the first driver.

-> user8: thats so insane 💀

-> user10: girl its a fanfiction, that’s why 😭 also in the published version, they changed charles’ name to christopher, made him british and gave him blond hair to lessen any comparisons to charles. i mean, there is only one monegasque driver on the grid rn.

-> user8: that makes sense lowkey. also i love blond nicholas so its a win for me!

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needforspeedupdates: our protagonists were at the most recent grand prix in austin! nicholas met with race car driver charles leclerc! <3

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user9: omg did you guys see charles run away from yn??

-> user5: she seemed so hurt omg :(((

-> user7: i thought he had a crush on her? maybe he was being awkward. i know people have done worse in front of their crushes 🤷🏼‍♀️

-> user5: i know but still. poor yn :(((

user23: last pic….. EIFFEL TOWER WHEN?!

-> user1: i need them both biblically.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: actress and it girl yn yln was spotted out to lunch with formula one star charles leclerc at a brunch cafe in austin. leclerc has formally stated that yln was his celebrity crush many times and witnesses say they spotted them looking ‘very cozy’ at lunch. one onlooker said that charles was very ‘apologetic’ at the beginning but yn had clearly forgiven him by the end of the outing. what do you think ham1ltons?

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user1: yn would be the most iconic wag ever.

-> user7: like come on now. this would be so cute. i can already imagine her fits.

ynhater: as if he’d date her 😒

-> user6: as if he’d date YOU 😭😭😭

user5: i think they’re so cute but it’s probably just a friendship thing. i mean… he’s the original person that chris was based off of so it’s probably pr or something.

-> user2: no i agree. 100% pr.

user4: no offence but i just don’t see it. i mean… he’s not ugly? but it’s yn.

-> user9: ?? and he’s thee charles leclerc. idk why you’re shocked. they’re both young, famous and attractive.

user34: yn be wary girl…. you know how these athletes be.

user98: charles man… how can you date a girl who’s job it is to kiss other guys lol 🤢

user55: but how was her hair blonde before and now it’s brunette?

-> user89: could have been a wig or extensions to get the blonde? this is her natural hair!

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needforspeedupdates: yn was on good morning america to promote the film, which is out this week! she spoke about her forage into formula one. i’ll transcribe the clip attached!

interviewer: you’ve obviously dipped your toes into formula one before as you’ve been friends with lewis hamilton for a while, right?

yn: you’d think so! but i actually hadn’t. i was similar to emma in a lot of ways. both of us obsessed with coffee and clueless about motorsports! i did meet up with a friend who promised to teach me more. so that’s a bonus!

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user7: she HAS to mean charles by the friend. lewis had already been mentioned so she would have said his name.

-> user8: charles’ rizz is just asking girls if they wanna look at his car.

-> user3: he’s lucky he’s got that pretty face 😭

user9: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😭

-> user1: not him snooping in the likes 😭😭

charleshater1: how about we ship her with an attractive driver like lewis or carlos. this is disrespectful to her brand.

-> user45: girl SHUT UP 😭

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nicholasgalitzine: the feeling when your bestie gets a f1 boyfriend so you have unlimited paddock passes.

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user1: DID HE JUST EXPOSE CHARLESYN 😭

-> user2: all those secret meetings and shit only to be exposed by a twink 😭

-> user3: he is nawt a twink. he’s too muscular. get your terminology right.

user4: NOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE SAY THIS IS PR

user5: i don’t believe this. yn is so notoriously private about her relationships that i doubt she’d like a post that is exposing her.

user6: i want nicholas, taylor, yn AND charles 🤷🏼‍♀️

-> user7: this is the kind of greed they warned about in the bible.

taylorzakharperez: yes guys. i am dating an f1 driver. sorry to burst your bubble.

-> landonorris: it’s me :D

-> user8: lando dating taylor is less believable than true famous f1 couple taylor and fernando.

user9: PLEASE SOMEONE JUST TELL ME IF THEY’RE DATING I CAN’T DO ALL THIS SPECULATION ANYMOREEEEEE

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ham1ltonshaderoom: bad day for fans of actress yn yln! as she is seen strolling with her alleged boyfriend, f1 driver charles leclerc, in the streets of london. the new couple are very much boo’d up after the release of her newest rom com ‘need for speed’ that is taking the box office by storm. according to family and friends, the couple is very much ‘in love’ and excited to see where the future will take them. how do we feel about this new couple ham1ltons?

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user1: hate them!

user2: LOVE THEM 😍

user6: HER HAND AROUND HIS WAIST OMG

-> user7: charles is yn’s wife.

-> user8: STOP IM SO JEALOUS OF HIM

user3: are you sure this isn’t just pr? i mean… come on now. she does a film about a f1 driver. now she’s dating one. it could all just be a pr relationship to drum up interest for the film.

-> user4: or… they could actually be into each other?

-> user3: i won’t believe it until one of them post about it.

user5: months of speculation but neither of them have said a thing or been at a public event together. i mean… nicholas has been at more f1 races than yn 😭

user9: lewis is influencing charles already with the cuppa in london.

-> user10: y’know yn likes a london boy 😍

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charles_leclerc: happy birthday to the funniest, prettiest and most incredible girl in the world. thank you for sharing your world with me. i hope to stay with you forever. 💕

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user1: OMG ITS OFFICIAL

lewishamilton: so happy for you both! 💐

-> charles_leclerc: thank you lewis! wouldn’t have been possible without you.

-> user5: 1644 aka MY goats

user2: THIS IS SO CUTE IM JUMPING INTO THE SEA

yourusername: i love you <3

-> charles_leclerc: i love you more.

landonorris: BOO I HATE COUPLES

-> taylorzakharperez: 😔

-> landonorris: doesn’t apply to us sweetcheeks 😘

-> taylorzakharperez: 😍

nicholasgalitzine: thank god. tired of being yn’s excuse to attend f1 games.

-> yourusername: you loved it really don’t lie.

-> nicholasgalitzine: 🤭😏

maxverstappen1: does this mean the groupchat can be dismantled?

-> charles_leclerc: no :)

-> pierregasly: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

user3: WE WON!!!!

user4: NOOOOO YN PLEASE DATE ME!!!! I CAN DRIVE FAST TOO 😭😭 WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DONT 😭😭😭

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[rzyraffek]

Slashers with y/n that just gets along with everything

Like slasher could litteraly kill somone near y/n and she would be like alr alr whats really important is that you are happy🤠😎. Im sorry that first 2character had super long headcanons while last ones have way less :( I had no ideas Request open!

Billy Lenz

He always expects some sort of negative response when he calls people and when he heard new voice on the Phone he got even more exited cuz new person new reaction! He totally didnt expect her to just go "yeah yeah sure buddy, anyways... how is your day man? Cuz im so so tired...*starts normal converstation*

He probably tries to stay in character but he is so caught of Guard he doesnt know how to react really (hehe the table has turn)

Now he kinda hopes that she will pick up cuz shes very intresting😈 billy likey

"Ew its this creep again! He is asking for you y/n? Of please dont tell me you befriended him??" "So what? He said hes favourite fruit is strawberry he cant be that bad!" *billy saying slurs on the phone*

You need to constantly tell him that, no Billy no harrasing women isnt sexy, you arent quirky, you are mentally ill

"Y/n i killed that bitch that was gossiping about you 🧍 " "👍good for you billy im glad you found healthy way to cope with that negative emotion😇" "on god"

His whole moral compass is created around the simple question 'does it hurt y/n?' .1:no it doesnt so feel free to do it .2 do not do it, she will ban Billy from sweets (bad ending)

The man from hush

This guy. This dude. This Little gremlin. He is upset that he gets no reaction! Like please oh please act all angy when he 'acidently' shot tire in her car! But oh no ofc no, she had to be like "oh its okay honey i have backup in garage🥰" hes like HHUH SINCE WHEN WE HAVE GARAGE

Like tbh thats how i imagine how they met: he saw her, he wanted to hunt her, she was so chill that she didnt even leave her household while the power was off and he went inside and just saw her having lil nap on couch. 🧍🤨erm exuse me gurl im trying to roleplay epic hunter here tf

He probably kidnaped her cuz she was too weird to just kill her but he didnt want to risk her calling police. He probably tied her up and yeeted her on backseats. And then she begun judging music on the radio"yo big guy can i get some good music taste?" "What? Whats wrong with Taylor Swift?"

He will overshare everything to kinda check where is her limit if it comes to being chill "yeah so i killed this old lady.." "im sure you had good reason🥰" "🤨... anyways... yeah so i was drinking some redbull when some guy said i look ugly so i shoot his head off and-" "HEY HEY hold up geez you CANT drink Energy drinks?? Bestie you know it is unhealthy?? Also you like hunt for sport it will ruin your condition!? How you gonna shoot people with shakey hands?? You crazy or something?" "Damn😔"

Micheal myers

I tried to put him here but i realised he will be as chill as her.

Like he can give her gifts covered in blood and she' just going to clean it and wear it like nothing happened or completley ignore it

He cares about this stuff as much as y/n so like not at all. I mean tbh theres is a bit of difrence: shes at least positive about it! Like "yeah micheal go for it, love🥰😇 i know its hard to cope with trauma take it all out alr?" Shes trying to be a good supporting gf not her fault she never had serial killer bf!

Brahms Heelshire

He lives for attention! What do you mean the war crime he commited this lunch break is okay!?!? Baby pleasee

But this negativity disapears the moment he realised he can get a lot of positive attention when he will do some nice stuff! "Oh honey I didnt kill any rats today" "oh that's amazing brahms I'm sure you and the rats inside walls will get along well soon🥰" (rats in walls bully brahms)

Please complement him or he will get a tantrum and destroy something

Brahms and rats have very hard past i might do seperate hc about that

Ghostface

"Look babe! My newest victim *shows photo*" "ugh baby...😰 you NEED to buy new camera or watch some youtube tutorials about how to take good photos" "aw man whats wrong with my pictures 😔"

Otherwise y/n supports his hobbies! People need to grow😇 (and he needs to grow up)

If theres 2ghostfaces(like in most movies) they will bet money on how long you gonna keep this 'do whatever as long as youre happy' act. Well they didnt know that this wasnt an act but her personality

Also they will probably try to use this chillnes aginst her like "oooh y/n something terrible happened! I crushed my car oh what will i do!" "Alr bestie i will drive you over there😇" "😈omg you are so nice i totally didnt expect that(heheh i dont need to pay for gas today (hes very evil))

[annimoose]

Ranking malevolent characters on how hot I think they might be:

Arthur lester - 7 or 8/10

A lot of people seem to be drawn to him, whether that be appearance or personality wise (I totally believe this to be a side effect of John's manipulation bleeding over but skeijrir)

Claiming this because Noel asked him if was married during being asked what he wanted and when Oscar was going to ask him if he wanted to go do... something 🏳️‍🌈❓️

John Doe - 1 or 10/10

There is no in-between for this. He's either the beautiful and elegant fractured piece of the kiy or a shrimp. I will not elaborate further.

Peter Yang - 10/10

He was too sexy for the world. 😔

Eddie - 8/10

Big bruiser guy can attack me anytime, lord have mercy

Kellin - fucked up/10

I mean, hes a war veteran who wears a gas mask at all times. He's fucked up physically and mentally. I hope he's doing alright. (I- know he's not)

Antoine - 10/10

Another character too hot for the world. What a shame. 😩

The King In Yellow - 9/10

He's an elder god who's known for lavish and madness, I KNOW he's hot. Minus one point because he prolly is a lil fucked up after being split in two.

John even comments on how remarkable he is (this could be just to inflate his ego but whatever you say john,, 🙄)

The Vanguard - 0/10

Would've been a great mascot for the Talking Heads

(If I see a what that mouth do comment I will delete this fucking post)

The Trader - 6/10

Honestly, I just would love to see some Trader fanart. I think he would look cool :)

Micheal Faust - delectable/10 or 11/10

Are you Mr. Faust because damn you're looking like a fine snack. 🥴

Had a guy eat him out, like literally.

Lorick - FROG/10

FROG FRIEND, FROG FRIEND. No hot is simply FROG frien 🐸

Kayne - eeeehh,,, 5/10,, probably 6 being generous?

I know a controversial take but let me splain

Not necessarily calling him bad looking but I feel like his features would definitely be stretched and contorted just enough to be unnerving. Looks human but you can definitely tell he's not.

Yellow - piss baby/10

Roll em up like a jaundice blunt and smoke em up. 🚬

Uncle - 0/10

I know what I said about Auntie Nyan Nyan but I promise you I'm not a monster fucker.

Mmmm Antie Nyan Nyan could put a collar on me and walk me like the dirty dog I am anytime.

Wallace Larson - 8/10 personality wise - -0/10

Would probably look hot, ngl,, too bad hes rotten to the core.

I hope he's getting his femur shattered over and over again during his permanent vacay in the Dreamlands.

The Butcherrrr - 6/10

Probably wouldn't look too bad for an old man. I really dont have much more to add on him.

Butcher my beloved 💖

Marie - widow/10

She deserves the world on a silver plater 💖

Mr. Scratch - NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE/10

Now if we're going to talk about Lilith, everyone knows she's a 20/10. That's literally her thing to be hot and to swoon men. Thankfully she did NOT do this to Arthur.

Oscar - 5/10

Idk, I just feel like he wouldn't be that hot. 🤷‍♀️

This does not make me love him even less because GOD he deserved better. 💖

Detective Noel - 9/10

God I miss my man wife. It's not even funny. 😭

I'm starving now, gotta see if I have any left over Mr. Faust in the fridge.

Yaaay I did most characters. 🎉

This kinda derailed a little bit, but eh, whatever.

[ghostfeather]

okay, here's what went down

first of all, i just have to say i love coming to kpop concerts alone because fans are just so friendly. i know stan spaces online get a bad reputation (and rightfully so) but i always manage to meet such lovely people at kpop shows so i really appreciate the people that kept me company in line because studio PAV is SO fucking strict about phones 😤

so everything is a blur because i really wanted to record it all in my notes app but they were moving things along like clockwork so there was no time to even sneak it out.

but shout out to the girl who asked rie about deep sexy at that one libido fansign. we actually stood next to each other in line and she told me that was her and i told her how her tweet may have changed my entire worldview about rie lol. chatted for hours so i wasn't bored out of my mind.

but anyway moving on to the fanchat. i thought i could be chill because i'd met them before but no i was not chill. i was shaking.

i rememberrd to bring an album this time so i could get it signed instead of a flimsy poster (good call because i accidentally ripped it 🥲) and i brought a sharpie so i could write my name on my badge. i tabbed pages before i left home so each member could sign the inside so they each wrote my name, but i kind of wish i had them sign the cover because it took up a good bit of time to spell out my name. i don't know if it was that or if PAV shortened the time to sit with them because it went by so much faster than last time. last year i kept running out of things to say but this time, i felt like i got cut short when i wanted to keep talking 😔

first was mill. i just love him so much and he is so pretty and stunning and his eyes are so big and sparkly. i asked him about if he did any fun things in atlanta and he went on about how atlanta had the best steak ever (first rie last year, now him...and i don't even eat meat) and they also had drinks thursday night. at least he was gesturing about drinks but they moved me along quickly. no marriage proposals this time, thank god.

next was nine. i'll be honest, i haven't been the biggest fan of the blonde on him but it looks super duper good in person. i wanted to compliment him but i just blanked so i asked the same thing about if he did anything fun in atlanta. he just said he slept and rolled around in bed, and i felt such kinship in that moment. i told sleeping is my favorite thing to do (not even lying). i had my nagongie with me but no time to pull him out before i had to move on 🥲

kb was next. i was trying to find his page in my album but he had already found it but i was like redirecting him to the wrong page so he gently pushed my hand away so that was awkward and embarrassing. but he didn't sign my name so we managed a full conversation:

me: hi, how are you?

kb: i'm good but i'm hungry.

me: oh, you didn't eat lunch?

kb: no, i ate lunch but i'm still hungry.

i told him i hadn't eaten much but the venue served food on the rooftop and there's restaurants nearby so he asked for recommendations. i told him about a couple of bars that i'd never actually been to but were on my list of places to check out. i don't remember if he said i should go there after the show or we should go there after the show but i'd like to think it was the former. and then as i was getting up and moving to the next member i realized i left my poster in front of nine so i had to reach past him to grab it. embarrassing once again 🫠

next was junji. his english has improved a lot in a year! no awkward silences with him. he had a ponytail and i really wanted to compliment his hair too but he carried the conversation instead. he asked how many times i had seen them and i told him it was my 3rd time and that i had seen him in atlanta and san francisco. then he said thank you and grabbed both of my hands and said "you're my lyon" 😵‍💫 he asked me something else afterwards but i don't remember what it was or what i said lol. i was too frazzled after that. i wish he had fistbumped me instead.

then it was yoojung. i wasn't too stunned to speak this time, yay! somehow i felt really confident with him. i complimented his handwriting while writing my name because it was so small and dainty, and i told him he looked best in the bedazzled jacket and i wish i had some rhinestones on mine too. he said he really loves denim jackets but the rhinestones hanging from his sleeves were annoying because they kept hitting and dragging the table. not in those words exactly but it was the exact sentiment.

last was the menace. and yes, the menace was menacing. instead of sitting across, rie moved his chair to the end of the table he could sit next to you, which i was actually grateful for because the eye contact felt less intense that way. he immediately told me "hey baby, come on, don't be scared." i told i'm not scared because i wasn't. i was ready to throw down with this dude. he asked me my name and i showed it to him on my badge and he said "okay, i'll write korean." ??? i told him i could read korean but if i couldn't then what? then he asked me who was my bias and i thought WHY would he ask me that and that's when everything i worked so hard at to build up over the past year went crumbling down. i suddenly had a mental crisis so i said everybody. he kept pushing me to tell the truth. and i kept insisting it was everybody so he said, then who's your bias today, so i told him it was him. so he said okay like he knew i was lying but didn't push it further. then he asked me what was my favorite song and i had been hoping for this question since the tour was first announced because i had to let them know the people want dOra maar KOREAN VERSION. and then they made me leave but as i stood up his eyes went RIGHT to my nagongie and my nine PC in my bag and went "oh, your bias is nine." WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT TO ME? WHY WOULD HE CALL ME OUT LIKE THAT WITH NO WAY TOO DEFEND MYSELF? can't stand this man.

but i'm glad i lied because he asked the same thing to everyone else and he would GRILL them about why they liked their bias. EVERYTHING'S A GAME TO THIS MAN. so yeah. be warned. prepare yourselves.

hi-touch was hi-touch. nothing special there. rie disarming me with his intense eye contact again but what's new. their hands were cold and dry and my hands felt sticky from the humidity. i was so jealous.

for the concert, i managed to get a great spot. not barricade which i didn't care for anyway but still very close and right in the center too. the concert itself was great minus the short setlist and the lack of bOss. completely and totally devastating to me. i had been looking forward to it so much since they did it in seoul. the did a dopamine rock remix which is so much better than the original. give me the lOve, bitxx is now my new favorite choreo. they did a solo medley which was fun because we got all the solos this time. i think at one point junji missed his cue to join rie on stage so they kept laughing and then he gave rie a piggyback ride. libidO english version is maybe slightly better than dOra maar english version but still 👎 i've been screeching the korean versions in my car for years, why must groups do this? thank god they put ballads in the setlist. the nonstop choreo last year was a concern for me but we got mirage and O and i completely flipped out. i got so emotional watching nine during the ballads because he REALLY felt the lyrics he was singing. also i saw both his nipples in person. the whole time i'm thinking about how i loved the draping of his jacket and then...there they were. and then kb had to follow suit 🙃 also i thought i was safe not being at barricade but rie managed to still make way too much eye contact multiple times. THE ENCORE WAS THE BEST, LITERALLY TAILOR-MADE FOR ME. we got OOO me (!!!!!!! FINALLY), blOssOM, and angel. i was genuinely so upset when it ended because it got SO hype at the end like we were at a festival. and kb and mill were showering the audience with their water bottles and it completely ruined my hair before the snapshots but now i'm thinking we need a waterbomb festival in this city.

so then anyway the snapshot process was annoying. they did premium first and made standard folks wait until they were done and they were still adamant about no phones but i was bored as hell but everyone else i was talking to had either left or had premium. didn't feel like starting up a conversation with anyone new because i was getting people-d out by then. i only got nine and yoojung since i got the rest of the members last year. when i got up to nine, i tripped right in front of him and he reached out and caught me 😵‍💫 nothing monumental happened with yoojung, thank goodness. the photos turned out well so i left but i was beginning to wish i had also bought a mill ticket but oh well.

and that's pretty much it! i'll post some videos later.

[seth-burroughs]

benefits of being yomi kin:

makes me twice as cool and sexy and automatically makes me the objectively correct authority on Yomi's character it is impossible for me to be wrong and if u tell me im wrong ill start scream crying on the floor

won kin lottery and is capable of distinguishing between Yomi Hellsmile the character and Yomi Hellsmile The Character allowing me to both quite literally be that guy and keep another version of him as my blorbo. Manifesting in the ability of fantasizing bout yomi suffering iykwim AND getting past the masochist allegations <3 Also yeah the Yomi fic is currently in works no I will not answer questions on it

this yaoihellsmile shit is sooo easy someone asks me "ouuuyy honey unwrangle my dingle in ur boioioiong and by sproingle well heh lets jsut say. my peanits. any thoughts on that mr yaoi?" and i just answer honestly straight from the heart no bullshit no rp skillz required

woaghhhhhh......... Former director of the peacekeepers homunculus clone Yomi Hellsmile from Master Detective Archives: Rain Code by Spike Chunsoft........ holy shshshit. He's Real......

disadvantages of being yomi kin:

the regular bullshittery that comes free with being fictionkin of any kind cut my wife into pieces this is my last divorce

everybody and their mom hates Yomi and even if the tag here is way less outright aggressive and I can just easily block anyone who makes me uncomfortable in any capacity, youtube is just unusable. Just. AuUUUghhhh. I know one of my fave dr youtubers is gonna play mdarc this year and I also know he's gonna absolutely hate Yomi with a passion and frequently pause the game to talk about how terrible he his yes we get it you are allowed to have opinions on fictional characters and aren't doing anything wrong by it whatever im gonns look up yomi softcore on pixiv fuka u

overly complicates my already fucked sense of self

Blood cravings got even worse😔 bad BAD this isn't sustenance it's toxic as hell christ dude STOP❗❗

not extremely likely but still very possible nightmare scenario where the precipitation cipher gets Big attracting those people and getting bombarded with kinnie jokes and annoying Ironic Kin For Fun crowd finding its way here. And that is the at best scenario, the worst one is 2015 kin drama reignited in 2020s you can't "kin" this character unless you're x or x, you can absolutely control who you're kin with and if i don't like your very voluntary choice you should stop (just stop man <3 i won't tell you how the fuck 😊) being fictionkin with a sinful evil abuser linux user makes you a bad person that deserves to be ostracized and harassed until you unlearn your problematic ways oh my god do any of you remember 2015 warrior cat kin drama what the fuck was that. i wasn't around in danganronpa fandom during that time but im pretty sure it may have been even worse there which is insane to even think about. but i mean like hey at least fictionkin were taken (mostly.) seriously back then (albeit considered deeply cringe by the masses) and not reduced to a cheap komaeda kinnies amiright joke

i suffered more than jesus actually. the demotion and arrest was SUPER unfair and cringe guys i promise im not gonna torture people from now on you can trust me in a position of power please please please no one did it like i did it

EJ MARTINA DZIE MIE KURWA WYWIEŹLI CO TO ZA ZADUPIE MARTINA. MARTINA NIE WYTRZYMAM JUŻ WEŹ HELIKOPTER I MIE KURWA ZABIERZ Z TEGO CHLEWU MAM DOŚĆ POMOCY <- wygnany do Rzeczypospolitej za swoje zbrodnie😔

Yomi is Real (threatening)

[tincanton]

my thoughts on jrwi ep 110 :DD

- THEY FUCKING EXPLODED????

- NOT THE FUCKING STICK FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

- LET THEM HAVE THE STICK YOU MONSTER

- honestly glad chip cant get another deal because thats double fucked

- erm i dont think you should let niklaus decide when the dread queen comes back maybe its just me but that seems. KINDA BAD :DD

- dude not. dont call him papa possibility :((

- CAPTAIN ROSE CAUSED IT??????

- THE STICK 😭😭😭

- yeah chip lost something valuable alright THE STICK. oh yeah and his heart too I Guess 🙄🙄

- [looking at his exploded friends] u alright? ._.

- theyre speaking spanish :> my beloveds.

- augh chip and queen hug :(( i love them so much :(( also WWHO TF IS QUEEN need their backstory asap

- OH MY GOD AAAUGH THE REFERENCE

- "nice forearms. and nicer staff :))" "did you just walk up and say that to me???" 😭😭 (did not even listen to the entirety of the old campaign) (like one episode at most)

- "M̶͈͉̌͐Y̵̼̆͂ ̵͕͆͆T̸̩͖͌͆I̶̘̐̇M̸̭̲̔̇E̵̯̜̍͒ ̶̝̀H̴̲̹͊͌Ą̷͌̅Ș̴̛̉ ̴͚͝Ċ̴̬O̷̻͚̊̕M̴̲̭͐̉Ë̷̢͉́͘.̶͈̰͐̀" "should we call them back who was that :}" gilly my silly 

- awh chip and jay conversation :(( jay feeling guilty because chip had his heart taken away because she didnt get her limbs taken off (girl its okay nobody wants to be amputated) and chip reassuring her that its fine even though its definitely not fine

- get that leg fixed goddamn. dont hide it no-

- Tree Powers Activate >:D [tree powers do not activate]

- "that barrel you sleep in? thats made of trees!" "but... it doesnt have any branches..." 

- starts weeping sexily

- what is happening. i cant keep up with their silly banter this is so funny help

- "H̴͔͌͊Ę̵̢̂̔Ẻ̴̯E̷͓̓͛Y̸̱͂͑Y̴̤̹̅Ỹ̷̧̪Y̷̘̆͝Y̷͓̙͆." "omg i didnt know you were chill like that."

- idk if anyone noticed but gillion is my silly. my favorite little guy if you will. gilly. he is my everything. he is bantering with a tree.

- HELP JAY AND CHIP ARE JUST STANDING THERE

- GOD DONT LET GILL ASK THE TREE AHAHAHHSHDHSHD

- "do u like blue color or red color more?? :∆"

- HOW MANY TREES ARE THERE??? NONONONONO GILLY DONT DO IT-

- "what do they call you?" "how long until you die :3"

- HELP GILLION WIKI. LISTENING TO JRWI IN PUBLIC IS SO HARD IM SO GLAD I HAVE A MASK BECAUSE I CANT STOP SMILING OMG

- Gillion Motherfucking Titty Sucking Tidestrider

- omg the prophecy lore pls i need the truth too

- i did not understand any of that but cool

- "who are you without your titles?" "i dont know" ow. okay.

- god i hate how jrwi can go from so funny to so emotional so quickly. i love it. i hate it.

- albatrio my beloved. my found family

- "if the world explodes, at least we get exploded together :))" aw... i think...

- "what do you see in these fishy eyes 0-0" "what color are gills eyes?" "Bloo :]"

- GRAGHH GILL ASKED WHAT THEY SEE IN HIM. THEY SEE A FRIEND. THEY SEE FAMILY. THEY SEE A GOOD PERSON. HURGH. IM GONNA THROW UP. THEY SEE SOMEONE WHO WILL LAUGH WITH THEM WHEN THEYRE IN DANGER. GOD IM GONNA BE SICK.

Gill: What if there's nothing?

Jay: Have you enjoyed it?

Gill:  I think I had a pretty rough start, but yeah. Even the worse parts. Maybe more than I should have. Yeah I have.

Chip: Then fuck it.

Jay: That's all that matters.

OH SO YOU WANT TO HURT ME. OH SO YOU WANT TO KILL ME.

- "Even if its all inevitable I'm glad we got written in the same story." Dont. Dont do this to me.

- HELP NOT THE INTERVALS OF GILL JUST BREAKING DOWN IN BETWEEN SENTENCES

- NO LITERALLY DO NOT GIVE ANYONE THE DECK OF MANY THINGS PLEASE

- noo haha chip dont pull a card from the deck of many things youre so sexy hahaa (i already made this joke befo

- "gambling is not destiny"

- woah theres a wicked looking sword in the corner

- BABY BLADE????? yeah were movin on.

- dont eat chip's hotmode swords pretty please

- charlie has made nuh uh and yuh huh a part of my vocabulary this sucks

- istg if "it is what it is" becomes the new "it is my destiny".... 

- naw gill trying to defy the gods by not sleeping 😔😔 bbg just go sleep

- they gotta get outta here man i dont wanna know what happens if they get too many corruption points jays ALREADY AT 5...

- WHAT DID THEY DO TO EARL???? HELP LMAO

gill: Oh Well you know if you need anyone Else to cast the spell for you... Maybe theres like a PALADIN or someone-

chip: i can try :))

gill: *fucking leaves*

- chip jumpscaring igneous for a bit is so silly of him please use chip being dead as a prank more lmao 

- hnnghhnghhnb star saying that they have to make their own hope while holding zamia hrrrghhr oh theyre In Love in love

- "Life keeps going on. And so do the holes. In the sea. And they call to us." - Jay Ferin

- "he was there one moment and then he turned to dust and died. Wait im thinking about the tree. Green is fine :))"

- he gave gill his seed. yuh huh. yurp.

- gill has two moms that share custody of him :] and also theyre gods :]

- "i have ceremony prepped if you want to make it official :>" HAHSHAHDHS GILL #1 SUPPORTER OF STAR/ZAMIA FRRR

- ZAMIA BLUSHING PLEASEEE

- BAHAHAHSHSH "not a big deal ive officiated a wedding before :)) NOT THAT IT WAS HONORED 👀😒😒🙄🙄"

- TIL DEATH DO US PART. AND CHIPS DEAD. ALL IT TOOK WAS TAKING CHIPS HEART TO GET DIVORCED.

- "ive seen this before :DD do you guys wanna get married?" lmao so this is why i saw some ship art of chip and igneous.

- "i share my finances with them already [gesturing to gill and jay]" is this supposed to imply that you are married to your captains chip nolastname. chip jrwi. 

- jay: nononono we're not adding another Person to that though. oh so you ARE in a polyamorous relationship huh. huh.

- gill: i never thought of it like that ._. (he was in the poly and he didnt even realize)

- wait so have they just decided that if they both roll nat 20s they would get married. ermm. chip i think you. i think you forgot smth... (/hj)

- chip got 0 game just go to your fish man already

- "as a cleric i feel obligated to stop y" "no dont." "sure ._." dang they really want to go into this hole dont they.

- nonono no mold hallway no please no no

- lol did they just forget to mention the literal teleporter they have that can bring them out of the black sea at any point.

- honestly i love that the riptide pirates are just bad at being pirates. like go off and make friends and throw your money off the ship.

- igneous part of the riptide pirates :DD (literally run away from these dumbasses)

[reine-uls]

I was looking for some smut douma fanfictions (ashamed😔) when I found your story. I read the warning and thought "my attention span is too low for this" BUT THEN. Then I started it and oh my God, I read it all in one morning, probably gonna read it again without rushing it, but let me tell you this you got me ADDICTED! So I just wanted to send you a little message to compliment you.

This story is AMAZING, I absolutely love how you write douma, I didnt finish the manga yet but he seems very in character, I like how you write his slow discovery to feelings, he's just so adorable. And sexy. My bad but he is. His innocence towards feelings is hot too

I also like how you write y/n! I'm not a girl but her personality makes me relate to her a lot, I love that she's brave but also innocent on sexual topics. Douma naive with feelings, y/n naive with sex, cant wait to see what happens next!

I could say a lot more but I hope this long text doesnt bother you, you write just so good, you have a new fan and all my support :)

thank you for enjoying the fic! Even though you seem to be skeptical at the intimidating word count you ended up loving and supporting it 😂

Yes yes Douma is tricky to write when it comes to him discovering feelings, I tried to make it canon complaint as possible. I also I tried to make reader or y/n be relatively relatable to anyone who would be in their situation.

[harryfeatgaga]

OK PAIGE PRETTY PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE IT BUT: I think Tom Blyth is so fucking hottttt like oh my fucking god. Tbh I literally haven’t been this down bad for a celeb since Harry (Harry is still my baby btw I just am no longer as big of a “stan”/no longer very active in the fandom 😔💔). BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU GET IT!!!!! And I’ll be honest, what I find even crazier is the fact that a) Tom Blyth is one of those British guys (named Tom ofc) that is just extremely attractive for no reason, b) like Harry he just looks even hotter the closer he gets to age 30 imo, and c) obviously Harry’s birthday is February 1, 1994 (🫶) and then Tom Blyth’s is apparently February 2, 1995 and fucking Paul Mescal’s is February 2, 1996?!?!!!! 😭😭 like.......what in the HELL was in that water 9 months before February 1/2 all 3 of those fucking years cause ⁉️😭 and I truly need all 3 of these men carnally (especially Tom, I’ve been thirsting for him since I watched the new hunger games movie almost 2 months ago) they are all way too fucking sexy 😭🥵 also don’t get mad at me for saying this next bit Mother......but tbh I don’t like Harry with a buzzcut OR facial hair 😭😭 he low-key reminds me too much of my dad....😵‍💫😬 but Tom Blyth with a buzzcut, facial hair, curls........doesn’t matter because I need him anyway I can get him 😭🥰😋🥵💖💕💗❣️❣️ ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU PAIGE I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL 😅🫶🫶

Anonymous asked: Ok anon that was gushing about Tom Blyth again. I forgot to say that I've seen a few comparisons between him and Harry too and tbh I get it. Both tall handsome British men who seem really funny and sweet and cute and who have intense eye contact (beautiful eyes and dark hair too) and could literally stare into your soul 😭 also baby Tom kinda reminds me of baby Harry from his 1D days 😭💀 but now they are both in their hot as fuck eras lol

MKDNBHFHJIFNBHVJ happy for you anon but I personally do not see it he is not attractive to me kmdnjfbhghujiko and I will ignore your comments about harry at the end cause.....damn.....MDJNHBFHUVJI love you too hope your doing well <333

[echoequinox]

POKEMON DIZZY PART 4!!!!!

(Parts 1-3 are here :3)

With the path south open I bumped my way down to Vermillion and poked around a bunch. Grabbing the Old Rod from this guy made me go back to Cerulean to do the Old Rod quest and I started working on quests in Vermillion as well, lots of back and forth fetch-questy stuff but it felt good

I also used the PokeRadar to find a Fletchling, which meant this bad boy got me a quest to show off a Water/Fire type AND to trade in Cerulean to grab Bulbasaur! Which I fused with another Fletchling to make Fletchsaur but he was too ugly to put on camera 😔

Slowper is different though :) He deserves lots of screentime

And now I'm aboard the S.S. Anne! I did a lot of running around, back to Vermilion and Pewter City and shit for quests before finally making my way here. I cleared out every room I could find in the ship, just kind of grinding my way through guys, and my little waifish trainer is between these two big sailors 😳

Also this is the Super Nerd who gave me the dome fossil back in Mt. Moon! He gave me the claw fossil this time :)

Interrupted some Girl Bestie Moments on the expensive cruise ship... 😳

AND THEN....... IT'S HOUDINI TIME

I love the fact that the rival and most of the gym leaders have really excitable, upbeat looks and Daisy's face is just SHADOWED like there's nothing behind those eyes, Quinn is full puppet-master mode at this point

AND THEN! An uneventful bit and then I fought Lt. Surge as well! I wish they'd made the trash can buttons a little less shitty but. That is truly the Vermilion Experience, I suppose.

AND I beat him first try 😎 It helps that I had Bellrow as my ground sweeper but also Polichu came in and did some work too

From finishing the S.S. Anne I got Cut, and for finishing Lt. Surge's gym I got the ability to use the HM Teleport! Which is just fly! So I've just been bouncing all over the place cutting trees and shit.

First was Pewter City where I got my dome and claw fossils resurrected, AND there was a lady in the back who asked me to help her get some Old Amber in Viridian Forest. It was overrun by Beedrill so we had to take them out 💪😤

I thought it was funny to see that someone just had a Pokemon named Sandra. :)

Earlier I caught a Buneary through the PokeRadar, and I thought "man that would be a fun Gardevoir fusion, but I'm terrified Lopunny would be too sexy..." But I decided to try anyway, and... my god.

MY WIFE. QUINN SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL... I considered switching her back, especially because Normal/Fairy is a pretty mid combo and doesn't give any STAB bonuses to Psychic moves but...... I want to keep her for a bit. Aftercare for Daisy's excruciating spider hypno antics

Also I found an egg in the Dark Cave and when I had it in my party it came up on the Teleport HM quickbar?? I thought that it was maybe an Abra in there but later it hatched into a Machop/Geodude which was lame and I boxed him lmao. Just a glitch I guess

I WAS TERRIFIED SHE WOULD BE TOO SEXY,,, BUT LOPVOIR IS SO FUCKING MOMMY IT'S UNREAL. SHE'S... SHE'S MY WIFE. MY GIRLFRIEND. MY DOMMY MOMMY-

It took me a couple tries entering and leaving but I did make it through Dark Cave and made it to Lavender Town! Always loved the aesthetic and the custom music they have for it has a sort of Minecraft-y vibe to it.

Also this kid said that the odd keystone let him talk to his dead grandma 😨 So I snatched that shit up and I'm gonna make a Spiritomb >:3

Earlier I grabbed the shears outside of Pewter City and I just got the pickaxe as well, which are little HM tools so I don't need to actually have a Pokemon with Cut or Rock Smash. Which is nice!

Also. I'm sorry for who I am as a person but this is kind of a weird kink run. I kind of really enjoy the idea of Daisy as the team's HM slave. Like realistically Quinn is the trainer and Daisy is there as more of a figurehead kind of thing so her being the one to use the HMs is very funny and makes sense to me.

Also I played so much blackjack... bro I love blackjack so much, I would absolutely gamble irl if I had any less self-control (the hypno girl has self-control, shocking, I know)

Took me a little while to grind out all the trainers (because I really like that it gives incentive to fight AS MANY as possible, not just for EXP but for potential trades, gifts, and rematches too!) but I made it to Celadon!

First I found a DITTO in a trash can!! Incredibly sad but mine now :) I'm gonna have a whole team of Gardevoirs lmao

I also really like this lady! She just kind of lives alone and has her Pokemon take care of her which I think is really cute.

Daisy 🤝 Her Pokemon Symbiosis

Also I just wanted to point out the writing in this game. As a creative writing major, I wanted to say that it's really neat what they did! The lore and gameplay interweave and make a lot of sense together, and also like! Writing for small text boxes is HARD. Big studios get around it by just. Making text boxes bigger, or text smaller, but being forced by constraints of an existing engine, and making it flow and feel good and funny and in the spirit of the original games takes some doing, AND it always feels like they inject a bit of their own personal character in as well.

(Like in addition to this funny rat line, there's a couple TV lines where it's like "There's a sitcom playing. The laugh track lets you know it's funny." and "There's a political debate on TV. ...Well it's time to get going!!" and it's always very fun)

I ended my adventure here at Celadon shopping center and my CURRENT TEAM IS THUS:

The Growlpix is the only thing that may go, as I may fuse Gardevoir with either an Arcanine or Ninetales depending on how I'm feeling.......

I also wanna start doing more LORE for Daisy and Quinn, like how I did this little lore post about how Daisy looks after the first couple of gyms.

I think maybe after every two gyms, something about Daisy changes to accommodate Quinn. The first two gyms saw Spider Quinn where she was mostly Spinarak and Ariados, and her spider-web puppet strings created psychic scarring along Daisy's arms and fingers to make her look more like a marionette, and I'm thinking perhaps this new bunny look may influence her as well in some way... we shall see.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

GAH YOU GAVE A WHOLE ESSAY AND A HALF IN REVIEWS I'M GOING TO SMOOCH YOU 😭 this has made me so so happy like i've reread it 239485213415 times since i've woken up <33

NOT YOU EXPOSING ME only the real ones know i started with trusty ol' docs 😍😍😍 it served me well but indeed befunky >>>>> the time it takes to do the moodboards now 📈 but the end product ?? also 📈📈📈 i dare say HOHOHO (AND IT REALLY /IS/ THE TINT ISTG)

god i can never get over hongjoong's smexy smirk like the audacity of the man to LOOK at the camera and do /THAT/ ??? 🥵🥵 indeed 🥵🥵 but you're so right because i stand by the belief that hongjoong is a hard dom and he loves to and WILL brat tame so what's it to him if we just yknow push some of those buttons to get there 🤭 LMAO yumi pulling through as my cursing thesaurus <333

MAFIA HWA MAFIA HWA MAFIA HWA he's so cUTE and SOFT with you like uGH i want him so bad 🥺 and defs we know that he was taking his role as the teacher in those self hwafense classes 👏seriously👏 bc he got knocked out HOHO

yunho is so dirty joke coded i love him so much :')))) nwrs i'm putting myself in jail timeout for the amount of innuendos and dirty jokes i've put in this fic 🤪 (it's okay i thought of blood pressure too that's why i had to specify that it meant big puppy LOL) I'LL MAKE YOU A HEART OUT OF BULLET HOLES <3

AND I WILL ALSO CALL YOU MY CUTE LIL BACKPACK (bc we both know we single af and no one else will do it for us 🤡) (and you really do just laugh whenever i put a curse word in you've got a potty brain and potty humour AHHAHA) me writing the cutest lil snow scene when i've never seen snow before 😌☝️

san will forever be sexy san but it will never have a ring to it as nice as sexy servant san 😔👇 YES I LOVE DRAMATIC ENTRANCES WHERE THE DUDE(S) ENTER ALL COOL AND SMEXY LIKE YES BACK 👏 ME 👏 UP 👏👏👏 BEAT 👏 THEM 👏 UP 👏👏👏

mingi being a tall scary 6ft mafia guy but being the shyest cutest stuttering mess in front of the girl he likes is my roman empire and honestly idk why i didn't write about the coat again but you best bet there's like ten of his coats just hanging around the bar and yn's house LISTEN TO MY HEARTEU BEATEU

yes i think yeo's or woo's moodboard is also my favourite they just HIT DIFFERENT with the vibes 😫 (i'm pretty sure woo's was one of the very first ones i wrote so it's probably been like a month and a half since you read it) i say this every time but woo is a MENACE and he will do whatever he can (wants to)

AFKJDGHJDSG THE DIRTY ROLEPLAY SWITCH THAT /YOU/ TRIGGERED 🫵 DON'T ACT INNOCENT DGFSGFSH jongho definitely made it his own personal mission and competition to make reader sync with the alarm HOHOOH

ateez as mafia boyfriends (christmas special)

genre: mafia!ateez x fem!reader, fluff, angst, smut, crack, brainrot and smutfest of mafia x christmas tropes

length: 13.8k

c/w: nsfw scenes - mdni, explicit language (dirty talk, swearing, insults), graphic depictions of death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, heavy & mature themes (murder, abduction, corruption), pet names (kitten, babe, baby, love, sweetheart)

a/n: this one’s for yumi (@sorryimananti-romantic), mafia anon and everyone who’s sent in an ask about mafia!ateez before 🫶 loosely based on aammwffy but this is still a standalone fic not part two thank you for coming to my ted talk 😙✌️ merry christmas y'all

hongjoong

the stocking in your hand jerks when you suddenly feel it

it’s a black stocking that hongjoong has made for wooyoung from out of a spare shirt

there are already several other hand-made stockings hanging on nails that he has hammered into the wall of the warehouse

and this whole ‘ateez’s mob boss couple decorates the gang’s old warehouse for christmas’ shenanigan would have been cute and wholesome…

if not for the vibrator that is currently pulsing inside your throbbing pussy

“why’d you stop, kitten?” hongjoong murmurs into your ear from behind your shoulder, knowing very well the reason why is currently in the pocket of his black slacks

when you struggle to answer, he snakes the hand that isn’t toying with the remote around your waist to the front of your pants

“hmm? what’s wrong?” he asks teasingly

your knees buckle when he suddenly cups your core, pressing the vibrator further into you as he switches it to a higher setting

gripping onto his forearm to ground yourself, you’re unable to stop yourself from moaning at the feeling of his muscles rippling underneath your fingertips while he grinds his hand against you

but as soon as you feel your high approaching, it is ripped away from you

hongjoong switches the vibrator off and removes his hand

you are close to cursing him out, but the way that you can feel the hardened front of his slacks chase after your ass for friction whenever you move away even the slightest has you confident that it will not be long until he is cracking

until he begs for you

letting out a shaky exhale, you hang the stocking still in your grip next to mingi’s one; a dark, navy blue that used to be a fluffy towel, now repurposed for christmas

hongjoong passes you the last stocking but you let it drop to the ground

“oops,” you drawl coquettishly

you bend over to pick up jongho’s stocking, slowly and deliberately brushing up against hongjoong’s cock with the curve of your ass

you smirk when the friction draws out a guttural groan from his chest

a hand comes to rest just below your waist, “you’re playing with fire right now, kitten” 

“looks like we need a little…water to put it out, then,” you press back against him once more

he snaps

it’s not long before the tip of his swollen cock is pressing against your entrance, his slacks still bunched around his thighs in his hurry to fuck you

he pulls out the vibrator and he shushes your whines at the feeling of emptiness by thrusting three fingers right into you

“fuck, kitten,” he mouths the side of your neck, “you’re already stretched out and ready for my cock”

your mind goes fuzzy at his words and hongjoong smirks in satisfaction

sliding his fingers from out of you, he lines the tip of his cock between your legs-

you both freeze when a loud clang resonates throughout the warehouse, like someone has hit the outer steel walls

hard.

“kim hongjoong!” an unfamiliar voice yells with fury from outside

another clang, this time closer towards the entrance

there’s not much holding the warehouse doors closed; you two weren’t exactly expecting hostile visitors

“you think we can get a round in before they make it through the doors?” hongjoong asks

“if you can cum in the next ten seconds, sure”

a colourful string of curses leaves his mouth before he pulls out of you and fixes his slacks - with difficulty, you must say - while you adjust your own clothes

just in time for the warehouse doors to fling open

“you killed my fucking brother, you motherfucking bastard!”

“who are you again?” hongjoong leans back to rest against the edge of the table while he watches you pick up jongho’s long-forgotten stocking on the floor. “you’ll have to remind me.”

numerous men stride in towards the far end of the warehouse where you two are - were - hanging up the stockings

you look away with disinterest; it’s nothing you and hongjoong can’t take care of

“kyungseok,” the man grits out, jaw clenching with irritation when neither of you show any signs of recognition. “you killed my brother, kyungtae. leader of the bluebirds.”

at his last word, it finally clicks

“ah,” hongjoong cracks his knuckles and stretches his neck lazily, “the one who thought they could touch my kitten and get away with it”

meanwhile, you step back after hanging the last stocking on the wall, admiring the row of decorations

you direct your question at the man behind you, “what do you think, kyungtaek?”

“it’s kyungseok,” he snarls

you wave dismissively, pressing a kiss against hongjoong’s jaw as you praise, “these look wonderful, babe”

you hear kyungseok yell out at his lackeys followed by a flurry of movement

hongjoong sighs, sneaks a kiss in, and then gently steps the both of you to the side out of the path of an incoming kick

“if we make this quick, maybe i can finish fucking you before seonghwa and the others get here,” he winks

then you two move

in quick succession, you use the momentum of their thrown punches to yank two men over your shoulder, one after the other

the wind is knocked out of them and you aim a sharp blow to their necks to render them unconscious

realising that close combat may not be the best idea, another bluebird member brandishes a knife to gain the upper hand

“weapons? that’s not very fair,” you purr

you lunge forward before you have even finished your sentence, catching him off guard and grabbing hold of his arm

twisting his wrist backwards, he shouts in pain as his grip on the knife loosens and it clatters to the floor

“oh dear,” you mock, your hands twisting up to curl around his throat

vaguely, you register hongjoong yell out your name

“duck!”

you barely have time to crouch, your hand yanking down the man with you from where your fingers are still wrapped around his throat, before a burly male is tossed right over your body and sent careening into the table nearby

you watch in dismay as cookies scatter onto the floor, wood splintering with a loud crack

“fuck you, hongjoong, i spent ages arranging them onto the plates”

he has the audacity to smirk in apology while he wraps his arms around the neck of another man and twists, forearms flexing as the bone gives way with a sickening snap, “sorry, kitten”

the man whose throat you have been squeezing is now limp and he sags to the floor

he’s too heavy for you to throw at hongjoong, so you settle for picking up the knife you disarmed and fling it at your boyfriend

“duck,” you tease

hongjoong rolls his eyes and drops his body towards the ground, your knife hurtling past the empty space where his forehead was just milliseconds ago, before it hits its mark and makes itself home in the chest of a man who has been sneaking up from behind

moving in tandem, hongjoong extends his leg and sweeps it along the ground to knock the thug off his feet

the man’s arms fling backwards as his weight crashes towards the ground, colliding into the christmas tree you had decorated earlier and taking it down with him

you pinch the bridge of your nose as the ornaments shatter

“oops?” hongjoong shrugs his shoulders noncommittally 

stepping over the lifeless bodies scattered by your feet, you move away a little to pull out your phone

most of the bluebird gang has already been taken out; hongjoong can handle the rest himself

“hey, seonghwa and i are nearly there,” yunho’s voice sounds over the receiver

“oh,” you hum contemplatively, “is anyone else still on their way?”

“probably wooyoung. you know him, he’s always late,” he chuckles into the phone, “why?”

“can you see if he can buy some new ornaments? and pick up some fresh cookies while he’s at it”

there’s a yell and a loud thud as a body rolls to a stop just a few feet away from you

“what was that?” yunho startles

hongjoong has picked up the fallen christmas tree and is currently swinging it around like a crazed batter

“just hongjoong having some fun”

when you hang up, you are just in time to hear the loud thwunk as the tree connects with kyungseok’s temple

you’re not sure whether the splinter you hear is a result of the trunk or his skull cracking

the last bluebird member drops down dead, blood pooling out from under him

hongjoong scoffs, “merry fucking christmas”

and for good measure, hongjoong shoves an intact bauble into the man’s mouth

it’s finally silent

“now,” he turns to you, “where were we before we were…interrupted”

at hongjoong’s predatory gaze, you feel the arousal from before washing over you

he approaches you leisurely as he uncuffs his sleeves to roll them up, loosening the top buttons of his shirt, all the while undressing you with his lustful eyes

you drink up his appearance, eyes raking over his exposed chest that shines with a sheen layer of sweat

he’s in front of you now

“looks like i’ll have to prepare you again, kitten”

his fingers start to slip under the waistband of your panties when-

“heard you fucktards knocked over the cookies!”

his voice echoes throughout the warehouse before he even steps foot into the warehouse

wooyoung is fucking early.

you’re quite positive hongjoong is about to deck him through the roof

“wow,” wooyoung lets out a low whistle as he walks in to survey the scene, eyes scanning wildly over the splattered blood and mutilated bodies across the floor with an expression that appears mostly impressed

hongjoong’s clenched fists are white

uncaring of his leader’s lack of response, wooyoung continues, “when you told us the dress code was red, i didn’t think you meant this kind of red”

he approaches you two to squat down beside kyungseok’s body and taps the bauble in his mouth with interest, “rad decorations”

you watch in amusement as hongjoong’s last string snaps

“wooyoung,” he says evenly

it goes in one ear and out the other

wooyoung looks around as he asks, “can i tie him up with tinsel before the others get here?”

“jung wooyoung”

said man finally blanches

good thing too

because you don’t think hongjoong is joking when he says,

“if you don’t get the fuck out right now, you are going to become part of the decorations.”

seonghwa

“remember, as soon as i leave-”

“i need to lock the door,” you finish seonghwa’s sentence cheekily

he chuckles as he shakes his head fondly, “and if you feel like anything is off-”

“call you or hongjoong straight away,” you mimic, emphasising the last two words with the same seriousness he nags you with all the time

despite your words, your heart flutters shyly at seonghwa’s neverending protectiveness and worry for you

with his line of work, it isn’t easy for him to leave your side, much less leave you alone in the apartment

he understands though

it’s only been a few months since he found you; barely a shell of the curious, energetic and endearing person that you are now

under his careful nurturing, you have flourished and learnt to love and trust again

it doesn’t mean that you are quite ready to leave the apartment just yet for something other than a quick grocery run or walk in the park with seonghwa at your side

but it’s okay - baby steps

“i’ll be back at 6 and then we can cook dinner together,” he kisses your temple sweetly, “see you later, love”

you watch as he lingers outside the door, feet always ever so reluctant to leave

he motions for you to close the door and you know he won’t leave until he sees that you have closed and locked it

so with a final wave, you shut the door, turn the lock and then press your ear right up against the wood

he thinks you don’t know that he does it, and you won’t admit to it in fear that he will stop out of embarrassment

but you hear him whisper love you before his footsteps recede down the corridor

you have most of the day to yourself until seonghwa comes back

he had said that hongjoong was giving the gang christmas night off, a pleasant and welcome change from all the nights you fight the sleep tugging at your eyelids as you wait curled up on the sofa for seonghwa to come home

you occupy your day with little odd jobs here and there around the house, like washing the dishes and doing the laundry and cleaning the bedroom

he always tells you off because he wants to be the one doing them for you, but the small exasperated smile that he gives you every time barely conceals his underlying fondness

and then when you have exhausted the chores, you pull out a pencil and some paper and start drawing out ideas for a gingerbread house

because seonghwa had promised to make one with you later tonight once he discovered you had never tried it before

you cannot contain your excitement as the clock finally ticks to six

your little sketches lay abandoned across the coffee table as you start to pace the living room skittishly, ears perking up whenever you hear noise outside

half an hour passes just like that but there’s still no sign of seonghwa

that’s okay, you tell yourself

you understand that he doesn’t have a normal office job where he can just clock out and walk away as he wishes

sending him a quick text asking if he is on his way home, you busy yourself with lining up all the utensils on the kitchen counter perfectly parallel, just the way he likes it

the chopsticks

the spatula

the knife

the cooking board

again.

the chopsticks

the spatula

the knife

the cooking board

you glance up at the clock

it’s seven

you tap on your phone to bring the screen to life

no notifications

you try to quell the growing panic inside of you

but you cannot ignore the fact that seonghwa would usually send you a quick message when he is held up by something, especially on a day where he has clearly told you when to expect him home

what if something went wrong?

what if he is hurt?

what if he is missing?

what if he is…dying?

you take a shuddering breath as you pick up your phone again with shaking fingers

7:24 PM

the glare of your screen seems too bright all of a sudden

you press on the first contact of your speed dial, seonghwa’s name popping up, decorated with a little heart that he added himself when he first entered his number into your new phone

the call rings and rings and rings

“the person you have called is not available, please leave a short message after the tone-”

your chest heaves to force oxygen into your lungs

you haven’t had a real reason to contact him yet, not with seonghwa personally keeping you in the loop

but you don’t hesitate to press the second contact on your speed dial

hongjoong greets you with a little surprise, obviously not having expected a call from you, “hey, is everything alright?”

you fight to keep the panic out of your voice as you ask him, “is hwa still there?”

there’s some rustling in the background

“hwa? no, he left almost two hours ago”

your stomach lurches dangerously

you don’t realise you’ve let out a soft whimper until hongjoong is repeating your name over and over again into the phone

“take a breath for me,” he soothes, “what’s wrong?”

“he said he’d be back by six,” your eyes start to well with the tears you’ve been suppressing. “he’s still not home”

hongjoong curses, calling out for the others still at base

then his voice filters through the speakers again, “we’re going to look into this, okay? everything’s going to be fine. you’ve done a good job letting me know”

with reassurances and words of comfort, a promise to call you back in a couple of minutes, hongjoong hangs up the call

yeosang and jongho sidle up to hongjoong on high alert, having heard the end of the conversation

“seonghwa’s missing,” hongjoong grits out, already trying to track down the other’s phone location

san appears in the doorway to the room looking grim

he holds up seonghwa’s phone in his hand, “he forgot to take it with him”

hongjoong curses lowly, “park fucking seonghwa. i swear if he isn’t already dead by now, he will be when i find him”

he tells yunho to hold down the fort at base while he, yeosang and wooyoung trace the route to the apartment you now share with seonghwa

you are unsure how long it will be until hongjoong calls you again

what you do know is that you’re not going to sit around idly while seonghwa could very well be in danger

your mind flashes back to all those times you both stand in the expanse of his living room, coffee table pushed to one side, as he gives you what he coins the ultimate self-hwafense class

he demonstrates and talks you through both defensive and offensive stances and how you can use your size and agility to your advantage

sometimes, he hates that he has to even teach you how to protect yourself

because if it were up to him, he would be your protector forever

but seonghwa knows the dangers of being involved with the mafia and so instead, he gently adjusts your movements, gives you praises when you grasp the concept, and demands kisses when you successfully pin him down

and more often than not, his self-hwafense classes end up in giggles and laughter because there is nothing less intimidating than his sparkling doe-eyes and wide grin as he pretends to act the part of a threatening intruder

just as your fingers brush over the cold steel of the gun hidden underneath the table, your blood runs cold when you hear your doorknob jiggling

it’s not purposeful - it is hesitant, intermittent and careful

exactly how an intruder would open a door

you know you do not have a choice

you have to protect yourself

slinking slowly towards the door and positioning yourself so that the intruder will walk in with their back to you, you grasp the gun in your hand a little tighter with bated breath

the lock clicks open and you watch the knob turning to nudge the door open

your mind screams at you to run and hide as you fight every cell in your body to keep your feet rooted where they are

amongst the fogginess of fear clouding your brain, you have enough sense to wait for the perfect opportunity

…now.

with as much strength as your shaking hands can muster, you slam the butt of your gun against the intruder’s head

hongjoong’s phone vibrates in his hand and he answers the call within the first ring

but before he can even get so much as a word out, he hears your trembling whisper

“hongjoong, he- he’s here”

“shit,” hongjoong says at the same time wooyoung steps harder on the accelerator, “who? are you okay? are you safe?”

“oh no,” your voice becomes harder to hear as the phone slips further away from you, “he’s awake”

“we’re close, hang in there- fuck” hongjoong punches the side of the car door when your call cuts off

wooyoung doesn’t need to be told - he floors the car

the tyres squeal as they pull up to the street of the apartment, wooyoung having just barely turned off the ignition before the three of them are dashing in and bypassing the lift for the stairs

as they reach the door of your apartment, they see that it is nudged open

a sign that cues the three of them to immediately slip out their guns

with hongjoong at the front, they barge in and point their guns at the figures in the living room

“move and i’ll blow your fucking brains out,” he commands

“hongjoong?”

said man falters

that’s not your voice

“the fuck?”

of all things he was prepared for, this was not one of them

because seonghwa is in the living room

sitting on a chair nursing a very bruised head with a sorry bag of frozen peas pressed to it

but it is very much seonghwa, alive and kicking

something on hongjoong’s face must show how much he wants to skin the man and feed him to the sharks because seonghwa grimaces and makes a very poor attempt to break the tension

“surprise?”

wooyoung loses it and keels in on himself with laughter

seonghwa gestures weakly with the hand that is not holding the bag of peas at the inconspicuous paper bag sitting on the kitchen counter, which is looking slightly sad and saggy after he quite literally crumpled on top of it, “i bought donuts?”

when hongjoong exhales the longest sigh known to mankind, pinching the bridge of his nose, you completely understand how he feels

“they’re shaped like reindeers and elves…they’re limited edition…” seonghwa’s voice trails off and you see him visibly wilt like a sunflower in a cave

because as much as he knows and is sorry for making you and the gang worry, he had rushed to line up at that donut shop you have recently fallen in love with because he thought surprising you with the cute christmas donuts would make you smile

well, surprise you he did

it’s not everyday you knock out an intruder, only to find out that it’s actually your boyfriend

“i’m sure they are very cute, hwa,” you tenderly replace his hand on the makeshift ice pack so that he can rest his arm, “thank you”

and you really do mean it

seonghwa perks up at your words and snakes his arm around your waist, tugging you closer until you are basically sitting on his sturdy thigh

he looks haughtily at the other three men, “at least somebody appreciates them”

and then he lets out a yelp as his hands scramble to catch his forgotten phone that hongjoong has tossed at him

“i’ll let you off the hook this time, park seonghwa, but only because it’s christmas and i have better things to be doing. we all do,” the leader makes a move with yeosang and wooyoung to leave

but he seems to think better of it because hongjoong whips around to make one last biting remark

“they better be some fucking good donuts, the best fucking donuts you’ll ever eat”

you and seonghwa dissolve into giggles once the door slams shut behind the trio

“how’s your head feeling now?” you take the bag of peas off and gingerly touch the red bump

“much better,” his eyes twinkle, “all it needs now is your kiss”

you blatantly turn your nose into the air and stand up to grab the bag of donuts, “no kisses. that’s for scaring me”

he grumbles indignantly under his breath like a five year old; nose scrunched up, lip jutted out

you laugh, presenting the bag to him and watching as his demeanor immediately brightens

“well, let’s find out if these are the best fucking donuts we’ll ever eat”

seonghwa opens the bag excitedly, having made it very clear that he wanted to do the honours and present them to you

but then he freezes, mouth opening to form an ‘o’

and then his shoulders sag once more

seonghwa wails

and it all makes sense when you peer into the bag

“the donuts are all squished!”

yunho

“J, can you take a look at my sniper? i think something’s wrong with the scope”

you dog-ear the page of the file you’re scanning through to look up at yunho

“i’m pretty sure i know the least about scopes out of everybod-”

“cause i can’t seem to take my sight off you,” he waggles his eyebrows at you with an overly-smouldering gaze as he leans oh so casually against the doorframe

you swallow the insult that is about to leave your mouth, instead, undoing the dog ear and dutifully continuing from where you left off

unfazed, yunho steps closer towards your table with an excited bounce, “want to see my gun? i’ve got a pretty big one”

you hum, “i’ve seen it plenty times, nothing new”

his eyes crinkle at having received a reaction, which spurs him on further

yunho leans down a little into your space so that you are forced to look up at him, “then can i put my gun in your holster?”

you finally laugh at the crudeness of his words and you hate that he looks utterly pleased with himself

(you don’t really hate it, but you know that he loves flustering you)

(you can pretend if it’s for him)

“remind me again why you’re my boyfriend?”

“cause i shoot my load into you,” he flirts, complete with a wink, finger guns and then a flying kiss that you pretend to snatch out of the air and slam against the ground

immediately, he looks like a puppy whose tail you have just stepped on, so you reach out for his hand and tug him closer with another laugh, turning your body so that you can bury your face into his stomach and wrap your arms around his waist

one of his arms naturally slides over your shoulders to encase you, his other hand running through your hair the way he knows you like it

“what do you want, you big puppy,” your voice comes out muffled

yunho may have claimed you as the J to his PB, but you think he is better nicknamed BP than peanut butter

BP as in Big Puppy

“i miss you,” he admits

you pull away and shake your head, “you see me every day, yunho. we work together”

“yeah, and i’m sick of work cockblocking us,” he says with finality

yunho swipes your files to the side in one smooth motion, clearing the table as he easily lifts you by the waist to perch you on the edge

you barely have time to complain about the files until he is pressing his lips against yours

“i miss you,” he repeats when you break apart to take a breath, “and it’s christmas. relax”

“you talk too much,” you say, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for another kiss

his large hands settle on your waist, just below the hem of your shirt

your back arches from sensitivity when the fingers of his right hand slip under your shirt and slowly trail upwards towards your chest

his other hand snakes behind you to splay across the pretty arch of your back

you loop your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair for purchase

a stuttered moan escapes your lips when he shifts and his thigh brushes against your core

“you like that?” yunho grinds his thigh against you once more, eyes dark as he watches your face contort with pleasure. “bet you’d like to ride my thigh until you cum”

you’re about to hook your legs around his waist when there’s a yell from the doorway

yunho immediately retracts his hands and you rush to tidy the appearance of your top, both of your heads snapping towards the door

wooyoung is there, body already turning back the way he came from with a hand blocking his own view, “can you guys get a room or close the door at least?”

“or you can stop walking in on us,” yunho suggests with a red face

but the younger is already out of earshot, too busy prancing through the rest of the base announcing, “PB&J are fucking in the office again, nobody disturb them!”

yunho rubs the tips of his flushed ears and you pepper one final kiss along his jawline before you bend down to pick up the scattered files from the floor

“don’t tell me you’re going to read your stupid files again,” he groans

“well, reading these stupid files happen to be direct orders from hongjoong,” you retort

“then good thing i’ve already asked him for permission to take you out today”

he snatches the file from your hand and tosses it haphazardly onto the table, quirking an eyebrow teasingly

“what do you mean?”

yunho grabs your hand, leading you towards the door as he tells you excitedly, “let’s go on a date”

and that’s how you find yourself wrapped up in yunho’s coat over the thin sweater you slipped on because nobody told you that you’d be fucking freezing your ass off on the open rooftop of a building on christmas night

it had taken all but three seconds of stepping out onto the rooftop for a shiver to descend through your body from head to toe

“this is a date?” you had groused

yunho had then immediately taken off his coat to wrap around your shoulders as he made a pleased noise of affirmation

“then do tell me why you took your sniper along,” you sniffle a little, compliantly allowing yunho to button you up. “you want me to tell you how sexy you look while you shoot someone through the head?”

yunho grins down at you

“you think i’m sexy when i snipe people?”

you roll your eyes at his selective hearing

(you think he’s always sexy)

at your playful shove, he reaches into his pockets to pull out a pair of earplugs for you

“put them in,” he tells you before you can even ask what they’re for

when you make no move to do so, he gingerly tucks your hair out of the way so that he can put the plugs into your ears

watch me, he gestures with his hands

and then he is perching along the edge of the rooftop, setting up his sniper in front of him and adjusting the scope as he looks down the sight into the far distance

you watch as he applies pressure to the back of the rifle with his broad shoulder, as his slender fingers curl around the trigger, as he closes one eye and exhales a slow breath

then he shoots

you think that he is going to get up and finally tell you what he is doing, except he pulls the bolt back to chamber a new bullet and adjusts the angle of his rifle

and then he shoots again

you catch yourself staring at the veins running across the back of his hand and the way his finger flexes around the trigger

because you know all too well how it feels for his finger to flex in…other places

you lose count of how many times yunho pulls the trigger - at one point, he even reloads a magazine

he has almost finished the second round of bullets before he finally appears to be satisfied, scrambling up and dusting off his knees

with an eager tug once you have taken out your earplugs, he brings you to his sniper that he has left in its place on the floor

“look through the scope!”

you are careful to ease yourself down into a mimic of yunho’s earlier pose, knowing that even the slightest of nudges can displace the target by miles

hovering behind you, he shifts from foot to foot, waiting for you to see it

and when you do, your eyes nearly fall out in surprise

“yunho!” you exclaim, unable to fathom what you are seeing

because yunho has shot a fucking heart shape made out of bullet holes into the side of an abandoned building

“is this meant to be romantic?!”

contrary to your tone, you don’t think you have ever found your deadly 6’1” sniper boyfriend to be more endearing than now

he preens with the widest smile on his face, “yeah!”

you stand up with a matching smile of your own and step closer to pull him into a hug

“i don’t think i’ll be forgetting about this christmas for a while”

“you better not forget about it ever,” he threatens with a harmless tickle to your side

“thank you,” you tell him sincerely, “i love you”

he peppers your face with kisses, “i love you too”

distantly, you hear the sound of sirens, no doubt the sound of gunshots having been reported

“i guess that’s our cue,” he grins, stepping away from you and slinging the sniper over his shoulder

“our cue to do what?” you allow him to lace his fingers through yours

“our cue to fucking leg it”

and so with his hand warmly encasing yours, laughter bubbling out of your chests and cheeks flushing as the first flakes of snow start to fall, you both make a run for it

yeosang

“get some napkins, snacks, cooking oil and maybe a couple of drinks if you can carry it all”

you listen while seonghwa lists off the things you need to get from the shops for the christmas party

it’s nothing huge - just a get together between you, your older brother, hongjoong, and the rest of the ateez gang

yeosang sidles up to you to ask, “ready to go?”

as you smile with a nod and lean into him, hongjoong narrows his eyes from where he’s sitting on a chair

it seems like the two of you have gotten quite…close recently

not that you two weren’t already close before

and granted, hongjoong was the one who raised hell to ensure yeosang followed you everywhere as your bodyguard

except you and yeosang are getting a little too chummy for his liking

but then you’re giving seonghwa a quick goodbye peck on the cheek and you are turning around to look at your brother with that damned smile of yours to ask if he is coming along too, and hongjoong thinks that he’s just looking into things a bit too much

“yeah,” hongjoong gets up from his seat, “let’s go”

once your little trio makes it to the mart, you decide to divide and conquer the items on seonghwa’s shopping list

you’ve just grabbed a packet of napkins when someone suddenly tugs you down one of the aisles

the squeal of surprise that comes out of you quickly turns into an exasperated laugh seeing that it’s just yeosang

he’s looking at you with his sparkling eyes and expectant smile

“you’re hopeless,” you tell him because you know exactly what he wants

“hopelessly in love,” he corrects you, still waiting with an eager expression

you hiss his name and frantically look around to make sure your brother isn’t around before you relent and press a chaste kiss against the corner of his lips

yeosang immediately blushes and tries to hide the smile on his face like he didn’t literally just kidnap you into a shopping aisle demanding for kisses

you always find his bashfulness endearing though, so you rest your hands on his shoulders to balance on your tiptoes and quickly pepper several more kisses over the apples of his cheeks, the tip of his nose and the sharp of his jawline

“i don’t think santa needs rudolph this year,” you tap his nose affectionately, “you’re much brighter”

as you watch yeosang grow even redder at your statement, you wonder how this is the same man who will move heaven and earth to protect you

“y/n? yeosang?”

hongjoong’s voice is frighteningly close and you’re pretty sure he is just in the next aisle over

grabbing the first thing that you see, you clutch the item and the napkins to your chest and walk out to meet your brother

“there you two are,” hongjoong frowns, “what took you two so long?”

you reach out and touch his elbow in apology, “sorry, joong. i needed help finding the plastic plates”

except hongjoong doesn’t think you two are very sorry at all, because not only did he pay, but the backpack stuffed full with the shopping bags is now on his back

“why am i carrying the backpack,” he complains, looking at you and yeosang already mounted on the latter’s motorbike

yeosang smiles innocently and jerks his head back in your direction, “i’ve already got a cute little backpack”

“well that cute little backpack also happens to be my sister so shouldn’t she sit behind me- hey!”

you press yourself closer against yeosang’s back, both of you breaking out into laughter as he revs his bike and leaves hongjoong behind in the dust

your brother flips the bird at your backs, grumbling colourfully under his breath as he twists the throttle on his own motorbike to catch up to you two

and for someone who prides himself in being an observant mafia boss, it takes hongjoong many, many days to belatedly realise that plastic plates were never even part of the shopping list

yeosang gently takes your helmet from out of your grasp and tames an unruly strand of your hair that has become ruffled as you two walk back inside, bypassing seonghwa hanging a wreath on the front door

the eldest watches you two for a moment, seemingly in thought, before he picks up something else to hang up

that’s how, when hongjoong arrives a few minutes later with the shopping, he runs into seonghwa fixing mistletoe to the doorframe of the kitchen

“mistletoe?” hongjoong questions as he places the bags onto the countertop, “the fuck for?”

seonghwa shrugs vaguely, “the couples”

“the only couple i see is the couple of losers over there”

hongjoong stares pointedly into the living room, where san is starting to wriggle under the weight of the ornaments balancing on the top of his head and shoulders and hanging off his ears and fingers, courtesy of wooyoung who is currently yelling out stay still!

except the ornaments all come tumbling off in a flurry of movement when yunho thunders past them, mingi in tow

“snowball fight!!”’

it’s not snowing heavily but there’s a layer of snow thick enough for all nine of you to stumble outside in glee

and as it turns out, yeosang is very serious about his job as your bodyguard

even during snowball fights

jongho and yunho have formed some sort of alliance, so by an unspoken agreement, pretty much everyone else has teamed up in hopes of defeating the formidable pair

(no one’s entirely sure which side mingi is playing for, but he’s having fun scooping handfuls of snow and dumping them onto people, which is all that matters)

hongjoong is busy fending off wooyoung’s snowballs - another person who has broken the unofficial alliance - so yeosang stays close to you

he alternates between adding fresh ammo to your snowball pile and blocking any snowballs that are thrown around

it doesn’t matter if they’re thrown in your direction or not; if yeosang sees a snowball, then he is ready to keep it far, far away from you

somehow, amidst all the chaos, yunho manages to unearth a whole slab of snow that is still intact

he cackles evilly as he lifts it above his head and hurls it somewhere into the centre of the whole group

now, the deadly snow slab is nowhere even close to landing on you

but again, yeosang takes his job as your bodyguard - and boyfriend - very, very seriously

he makes a dive in your direction to take the hit and the angels up in heaven blow their trumpets in celebration when he knocks you over instead and you two fall into the snow together

he lands on top of you, arms bracing himself as he encases your frame underneath him

you’re a little winded - the breath has been knocked out of you, you want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, and also yeosang looks extremely stunning

you can see every single snowflake that has fluttered down and clung onto his long lashes and soft hair, and it certainly doesn’t help that he’s looking at you with the most tender eyes

“merry christmas,” he murmurs with a smile, “i love you”

the sounds of snowballs breaking and consequent screeches mute themselves into the background, the crystal petals falling from the sky blurring in slow motion as yeosang dips down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss

one of his hands cradles your face gingerly as you sigh into the kiss, almost as if he is afraid you will melt and seep into the snow

jongho is about to take the opportunity to pelt yeosang’s exposed back with snowballs, but pauses his deadly pitch when he sees that the older is actually a little…preoccupied right now

he realises very quickly that not only have you two caught his attention, but you’ve also managed to grab hongjoong’s attention

said man squints his eyes at who he thinks is yeosang and…you?

you’re both awfully close together in a heap on the ground and hold the fuck up are you two kissing?

right before hongjoong can rub his eyes and take a closer look, a snowball is smashed to smithereens against his face

hacking snow out of his mouth, he searches furiously for the culprit, eyes landing on jongho who is staring right back at him with his hand still pitched forward from throwing the snowball

why jongho looks flustered, hongjoong has no idea

but it’s not like hongjoong can take on the younger anyway so he chooses to ignore the snowball and looks back in your direction

…where you and yeosang are both lying on your backs making snow angels

hongjoong frowns, rationalising that the kiss had just been a glitch in his imagination

because surely he would’ve noticed ages ago if you and yeosang were indeed dating

seeing as the leader shrugs it off and drops to the ground to shovel an enormous snowball with renewed vigour, jongho lets out a sigh of relief

that is

until wooyoung very helpfully points out, “why are yeosang’s lips all glossy”

you and yeosang freeze mid-snow angel

like zombies in a horror film, you and yeosang slowly sit up with unease creeping through your bodies as you both look towards your brother

his back is turned, body eerily still

most of the other members have also frozen, snowballs still clutched in their hands as their knowing pupils waver

then mingi also helpfully tacks on, “it looks like he kissed y/n or something”

at his words, hongjoong’s arms start to move again

he does not turn around yet, simply hums and says, “interesting”

yeosang nudges you with an elbow and theatrically whispers, “if we leg it right now, do you think it will notice”

it starts to stand up from its crouching position

“...i think it will, yeo”

hongjoong finally turns around and you can see that, similar to yunho not too long ago, he is carrying a huge slab of intact snow in his hands

what’s different is that hongjoong is most definitely not smiling

you have a feeling that he is going to be putting a new definition to snowball fight

hongjoong approaches with his snow weapon

“snowballs?” he shakes his head mockingly with a frighteningly blank expression

“after today,” his gaze drops down pointedly towards yeosang’s nether region, “no balls”

san

you don’t need to rely on your past experience working in an underground casino for you to know what the odds of your current gamble are

you are a mouse walking into the lion’s den

the last time you were with crescent - the mafia gang you had been brought into and was supposedly your family for almost a decade - you were wrongfully accused as being a traitor and had nearly lost your life

now here you are, walking back into crescent’s base with your own two feet just a mere few weeks later

and yet, you are not afraid

your former gang does not know, but tonight, you are the dealer of this poker game

minsu, crescent’s mob boss, leers at the sight of you entering the small building

they do not have many affiliates, having kept their numbers small over the years, but most of them have gathered together for drinks tonight

you already knew this, though

you have chosen to confront them on christmas for a reason

“ahh, merry christmas, darling,” minsu drawls saccharinely, “has santa answered my wishes for a personal slut?”

his words do not register in your ears when your eyes involuntarily flit over to the back of the room

there’s a face sitting in the corner that haunts you

the day you were labelled a traitor, you had been accompanying your capo to make a trade deal with a relatively new gang

the boss of the gang who is currently sitting in the same room as the rest of crescent, comfortable smirk on his face like he wants to show you that he is where he belongs

you realise now that it was a set-up all along

there was no deal to be made and there was no emerging gang

it was - is - crescent against you

looking back at minsu now, you address him, “why did you betray me”

he pretends to look appalled, one hand perched daintily against his chest as his jaw drops

“we saw the way you were getting closer to choi san of ateez,” he spits out san’s name, “and after you betrayed crescent during the trade, you ran pathetically to his doorstep like a damsel in distress, which only proved our suspicions”

he states it so believably, as if your loyalty wavered and led to your own inevitable downfall

it’s all bullshit though

you and san have never interacted outside of the negotiations your gangs made with each other

without anywhere to go after crescent had backstabbed you, only then had you sought san’s help

“so what are you doing back here, darling?” minsu stands up

he stalks closer towards you with fake pity plastered across his face, “to beg for forgiveness? to beg for us to spare your little boyfriend’s life?”

the flicker of fury inside of you is quickly growing into an inferno at minsu’s mocking tone

but before it starts to consume you, a new voice enters the fray

“i don’t think we’ll be the ones begging by the end of the night”

a figure steps in and you hear the sound of metal buckles scraping against the ground as a limp, bloodied body is also dragged along

the person comes to a stop beside you before they toss the body in their grasp carelessly to one side

the familiar lilt of their teasing reaches you

“hey, sweetheart”

the inferno inside you smothers itself out at their words

“choi san,” minsu snarls, hackles now raised at the unforeseen addition of his presence

the rest of crescent also seem to become restless, shifting on the edge of their seats or making a move to stand up

because they’re not foolish

they know san’s reputation for ruthlessness, particularly when someone has wronged him

and by extension-

more footsteps resound behind you

-the rest of ateez

you may be a mouse walking into the lion’s den

but when you have poachers behind your back, it becomes your den

minsu’s face finally drains of all blood when he realises the deep shit he has landed himself in

and so do several others, it seems

you wince slightly in embarrassment when a handful of his men scramble up from their seats and push past the ateez members surrounding you to run out of the building

for a moment, no one dares to breathe as they watch you and ateez with trepidation

san simply raises a brow as his eyes narrow with disinterest

the sounds of the cowards’ feet striking the pavement once they make it out onto the street are suddenly replaced by the crack of gunshots and the distinct thump of flesh falling to the ground

from somewhere up high, yunho chambers another bullet as he stares down the scope of his sniper with impassivity

“anyone else want to give that a try?” san taunts

no one answers

hongjoong finally emerges from the flanks and almost immediately, the already-frigid atmosphere drops another several degrees

“a gang of members who have no qualms betraying their own will only end up destroying themselves eventually,” he calmly approaches minsu, who shuffles backwards in response

hongjoong continues, “as much as crescent isn’t worth my time, i don’t really feel like waiting for that day to come”

before anyone can react, he swipes a glass bottle from one of the tables and swings it across minsu’s head

the latter stumbles backwards in shock with a hand flying up to stem the blood flow coming from his temple

ateez do not need a further command

all at once, the members jump forward bloodthirsty for vengeance, save for san, who grabs a chair that mingi has quite literally tossed a person off and brings it over for you to sit on

he winks as he quips, “we’ll probably be on santa’s naughty list this year, but maybe if you just watch you’ll get away with it, sweetheart”

san knows you can hold your own in a fight, but he also knows that your ribs are still sore and bruised

so he waits until you sit with a laugh before he turns around to face the others

he doesn’t really care about most of the crescent lackeys

he knows hongjoong and the rest of ateez will wipe them out fine

who he really cares about is that bastard who pretended to lead the fake gang

and that motherfucker minsu

san is going to make them regret hurting you

san is going to make them wish they were never born

he advances towards them with deceptive calmness

minsu is slumped against a table, still licking at his wounds pathetically

he’s only alive because none of the members have bothered with him

san leaves him for the time being and takes out a dagger as he advances upon the nameless member who had duped you

easily evading the man’s frantic punch, san responds by slamming the hilt of his dagger against the other’s temple

the man goes crashing down and minsu tries to scramble away from them in fear

“i would cut your tongue off, since you spew so many fucking lies,” san grips the man’s jaw hard enough that his fingers turn white, “but i don’t want to touch your filthy mouth”

instead, san drags the dagger across the gang member’s throat

blood rapidly gurgles out of the wound as the man’s fingers make futile attempts to grasp san’s hands, but very quickly, he attempts to stem the blood flow instead

but a fence can only hold a dam back for so long

san shoves him aside and lunges for minsu

“your turn,” san smirks

whipping out his pistol, san flicks the safety off and shoots minsu’s hand as the latter lets out a primal shriek of pain

san shoots again, this time at his other hand, once more, through his calf, once more, through his stomach

minsu swears to the high heavens in between wails and howls, begging for san to stop

“what did i say,” san places a foot on his stomach wound and pushes down, “it wouldn’t be me or my sweetheart begging tonight”

minsu’s animalistic cries are silenced with a final gunshot

san exhales and makes his way back to where you are still seated to reassure, “you’ll never have to worry about crescent ever again”

“thank you, san,” you sink into his embrace

you’ll thank the rest of ateez later, but for now, you focus on the man in front of you

“i said that i would protect you, didn’t i, sweetheart?”

he gathers your face in his hands and thumbs the round of your cheeks sweetly

you nod in his grasp, blinking up at him through your eyelashes

“i want to kiss you,” san suddenly confesses, “can i kiss you?”

a teasing smile tugs at your lips, “it’s christmas. shouldn’t you kiss me under a mistletoe?”

san looks up to check, as if he really thinks that a mafia gang’s base would have mistletoe hanging from the ceiling

when he confirms that indeed there is not, his eyes wander around the room for a substitute until something appears to pique his interest

you watch as he unsheathes another dagger from his belt and points it in the direction of minsu’s body

“i can cut his foot off,” san tells you with determination, “then we’d have a minsu-toe”

amidst the last of the fighting amongst the room, someone overhears and chortles at san’s words

“i can’t believe you,” you let out your own laugh

“so…” san beams, “is that a yes?”

“fuck the mistletoe,” you laugh as you pull him forward, “just kiss me already”

and kiss you he does

mingi

for the first time ever, you think you hate the snow

even if it’s christmas eve today and it’s the first snowfall of the year

you had been prepared for a peak in business at your little bar, the mist, but with the sudden onset of heavy snowfall and a rapid drop in temperature, you’ve barely had any customers

admittedly, you are used to slow business considering there is a much larger bar, the chilli peppers, just across the street

but not even your few, regular customers have shown up today nor for the past few weeks

you’ve scanned the outside of your bar several times already, each time unfruitful as you are met with an empty street save for the falling snow and soft glow of the streetlamps

sighing, you decide to look out once more before making yourself a mixed drink when you spot a figure walking up to your doors

your breath hitches when you recognise who it is

it’s him

the handsome stranger who, you suppose, is not really a stranger anymore

it has been almost two months since he first took refuge in your bar while being chased by another gang

his visits since have been rare and infrequent, but they will always span late into the early hours of dawn when he does

“hey,” mingi softly greets you as he steps into your bar, a shy smile adorning his face

your stomach flutters as you stand up from your stool, “mingi, hi, hey, i wasn’t expecting you to come today”

you internally cringe at your own words

you hope he doesn’t pick up on the connotation that you wait for him to come on other days

he peers around hesitantly at your words, “should i, uh, go?”

one of your hands reach out in his direction before you even realise what you’re doing

“no- i meant,” you lick your lips, “it’s a nice surprise”

mingi’s shoulders relax

“i heard some areas lost power because of the snow,” he starts to explain, “so i thought i’d come to check on you- your bar”

your heart grows warm at his seemingly nonchalant words

fighting back a blush, you gesture around your bar, “well, i still got power-”

just as it fizzles and dies

the steady hum of the heater in the background of your bar also halts, creating a world of both darkness and silence

startled, you jump slightly

you can hardly see him in front of you as your eyes struggle to adjust to the gloom, yet mingi’s hand naturally finds your searching ones

he slips your smaller hand into his, gently squeezing and rubbing a thumb over your knuckles as he soothes, “i’ve got you”

you let out a nervous chuckle, not because you feel awkward but because it feels so natural to be soothed by his touch, and he reciprocates with his own soft laugh

“well,” you look up at him, “looks like business is closed for the night”

his eyebrows knit together in concern, “are you sure? i can call someone to get your power back up and running. i know a person”

he scratches the back of his neck as he continues to ramble, “or they could probably fix your whole area…yeah that’s a better idea, wouldn’t want you getting singled out or anything”

you’re not sure whether to be endeared or to be impressed by his connections

“you can do that?!” you gawk

mingi blinks twice as if to say, you can’t?

laughing, you shake your head and pat his hand that’s still holding yours to tell him that it’s okay

“i wasn’t getting customers anyway,” you reassure

selfishly, mingi is glad that you weren’t busy

because it means that he can have you all to himself

“do you want to stay for a bit?” you offer, “it’s probably not safe to leave with all the snow”

mingi is a member of a mafia gang

snow is the least of his worries

but he nods solemnly in agreement anyway

he thinks that his heart cannot squeeze with any more fondness at your concern until you carefully tug him forward by the hand to lead him up the stairs at the back of your bar, murmuring that there’s another step and the doorway’s a little low

it doesn’t matter that you’ve seen him being pursued by other gang members, or that he smells like gunpowder and has a pistol hidden on him - you still look out for him and mingi has to fight the urge to pull you into a hug

instead, he grips your hand a little tighter under the guise of not knowing where he should be stepping

in reality, he wants to make sure that he can keep you steady should you be the one to trip

usually, when the power cuts out like this, you will simply bury yourself under your covers until you fall asleep

but it seems like it’s a common occurrence now - when mingi is by your side, sleep is easy to forget

so you take him to the small room you’ve leased above your bar and it is as though you have both rediscovered the innocent joys of life

hushed giggles are shared as you rifle through your storage and take turns lighting up the stubborn candles you have found

you nudge him as he nudges you back over where to scatter the candles around the room for maximum brightness, both of you falling into another bout of laughter when a particularly hard nudge ends up snuffing the candles in your hands

mingi takes out his phone and creates a playlist of cheesy christmas songs that he lets run in the background

grabbing your hands, he twirls you around the cramped space of your living room as you flush with joy

you shyly let him lead you through his silly little dances, but very quickly, you are both spinning and jumping and swaying barefoot to the music as the candle flames flicker in tandem all around you

the excitement teeters off slowly as the playlist transitions to slower instrumentals and you realise that without the heating on, your room is starting to become freezing

mingi is first to notice, attuned to the way a quick shiver racks your body

“come here,” he says, arms already moving before he can think better of it

he grabs the blanket that covers the back of your small couch and throws half of it over himself, one arm extending the rest of it so that he can wrap it around your form too

mingi slowly rubs his hands up and down the sides of your arms as he shuffles the two of you over to sink down onto the couch

you have to remind yourself to keep breathing, even as his every touch leaves behind a trail of goosebumps and electricity

“better?” he asks after a while

untrusting of your voice, you nod instead whilst clearing your throat, trying not to chase the feeling of his embrace when he retracts his arms from around you

silence falls upon you two

it’s not uncomfortable

but with the lack of noise to distract you, you are acutely aware of his close proximity and the warmth that he emits from your side

“it’s pretty, isn’t it,” he muses, gaze focused on the falling snow outside the window

“it is…”

…with you here

“you know what they say about the first snowfall of the year?” he nudges you softly

you chew on your bottom lip

shyly, you offer, “that if you confess your love it becomes true,” at the exact same time mingi says-

“that you shouldn’t eat the snow for the first hour or two”

you quickly cough and splutter out a question to cover up your statement, “h-how come?”

“the snow absorbs all the bad stuff in the air when it first falls”

the grin on his face makes you think that he may have heard your answer after all

slightly embarrassed, you avert your gaze and fumble for something to say

mingi saves you though

he points at the clock that has just ticked past midnight

“merry christmas, y/n,” he says tenderly

“merry christmas, mingi”

you relish in the moment, not wanting this night to end

“did you have anything you wanted for christmas?” you ask him

he hums in affirmation, slowly mulling over his next words before he answers, “there was someone i wanted to see”

he’s looking ahead, and from where you’re sitting next to him, shoulders brushing with each slight movement, the warm glow of the candles accentuates the sharp slopes of his side profile

you’ve noted this before, but in this moment mingi is beautiful

“did…did you get to see them?” you’re unsure why you’re holding your breath in anticipation

he doesn’t answer straight away

there’s a beat of silence

then he’s slowly turning his head with a gentle smile

“yeah,” he breathes out, looking at you with his soft, round eyes, “yeah, i did”

with your rosy cheeks and bashful expression, mingi cannot help himself

he confesses

“and i still am”

wooyoung

wooyoung very naturally reaches across the counter with the barcode scanner so that he can align the laser with your id badge

he hums happily as your employee discount is applied to the bag of chips he is purchasing

at this point, you don’t even bat an eye

he has long made himself at home in your convenience store whenever you work the night shift

“so,” wooyoung says as he finishes ringing up the price, “why are you working on christmas eve?”

you tilt your head, confused

“why shouldn’t i be working on christmas eve? and why aren’t you working? don’t you need to manage all your lackeys at the boxing rings?”

“no? because it’s christmas eve? everyone takes the week off,” he frowns as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world

you didn’t realise the mafia celebrated christmas too

apparently you say that out loud, because he is suddenly crossing his arms

…a little too defensively for you to take him seriously

“i didn’t know you were the mafia police,” he grumbles, “you gonna pull out a handbook and tell me that section 3.2 bans christmas for the mafia?”

you chuckle as you attempt to appease the childlike fire in his eyes, “sorry, you guys just seem like-”

you think better of your words and pause

“seem like what?”

“nothing”

“what? tell me what you were going to say!”

he pounces on you, attempting to bite your forearm as you squeal and relent

“you guys seem like the type to beat santa up, not celebrate his existence”

he stares at you

you stare at him

“you have three seconds to run,” he tells you

and run you do

filled with glee, you dash out from behind the counter and weave through the narrow aisles in a circle, wooyoung hot on your heels with his own matching shrieks

you both collapse in a fit of uncontrollable laughter when he suddenly switches direction and you end up running straight into his arms

sitting on the dirty floor of your convenience store during the quiet hours of night, your eyes teary from how hard you and wooyoung are laughing, you do not think there is a better way to spend your christmas eve

“i get paid almost double for working today,” you explain when you have both settled back behind the counter, sharing the bag of snacks he paid for earlier

you toss a chip in the air for wooyoung to catch as you continue, “plus, i can’t just take holidays when i want to”

it bounces off his forehead and he fumbles to catch it before it hits the ground

“why not?”

“because my boss won’t let me”

“oh. that’s it?”

“tHaT’s iT? shut the fuck up,” you shove a chip into his mouth as he sniggers

he excuses himself to make a quick call, so you take the opportunity to finish off the remainder of the snacks

hah.

this time, when he walks back in and sees the empty packet, he does bite you

and he makes you buy him another bag as compensation

(honestly, he should be buying you snacks because if you’re honest, you’re pretty sure he has enough money to buy your store and the whole chain)

you’re sharing the second bag of chips - read as: wooyoung being petty and hogging the snacks - when the store is suddenly plunged into dimness for a split second

you look up, blinking as you watch the lights flicker once, twice, and then completely die out with a fizzle

there’s still enough light coming from the frozen section as the standby generator kicks in for you to make out the inside of the store and wooyoung’s raised eyebrow

then the door chimes, alerting you to the arrival of customers

…or not-customers, you suppose

honestly, you should really be used to this by now

two men saunter in with shoulders squared like they own the place

you take one look at their balaclavas and the pistols in their hands and deduce that, “they wouldn’t happen to be some of your friends, right?”

wooyoung steps a little closer to whisper back, “nope”

“well, fuck. you going to do something about them or what?”

“are you kidding me? they’ve got guns”

“you’re part of the mafia. you’re telling me you don’t have one on you?”

he has the fucking nerve to flirt with you as he flexes his arms

“the only guns i got are these bad boys”

the men point their guns threateningly and wooyoung has the common sense to pipe down, both of you raising your hands cautiously

“get in the car,” one of them snarls

wooyoung moves after a split moment of hesitation, arms still raised as he walks towards the door

he looks back at you to see if you are following along, as if you two are taking a walk in the park and not being kidnapped at literal gunpoint

you’re going to roundhouse kick his head off once you make it out of this alive

his stupid gang better be real good at finding people

the kidnappers usher you and wooyoung into the back of a car, a very nice one you must say

it’s spacious and well-cushioned

at least the trip to whatever warehouse or abandoned building they take you to will be a comfy one

the door locks click and you hit the headrest behind you when the driver steps on the accelerator

“jesus christ! can you drive any faster?” wooyoung yells

you jerk your head sideways to look at him in horror

what is he thinking, provoking the armed men like that?

the man in the passenger seat must also share the same thought, because he whips his head around dangerously fast to stare at wooyoung

oh shit shit shit-

he raises a hand

he’s going to shoot wooyoung-

and pulls off his mask

“that’s not what you were saying when you called us 15 minutes ago, wooyoung”

“san?!” you screech in recognition

“hi again, darling,” san greets you with a sweet, dimpled smile, as if everything is okay

the driver also takes off their mask and he looks at you through the rearview mirror as he introduces himself, “hi, i’m mingi!”

you are absolutely incredulous

“you staged a whole fucking kidnapping for fun?”

wooyoung looks overjoyed, “so you can enjoy christmas eve!”

you’re not sure whether you want to laugh or cry at the ridiculousness of the situation

“you do realise the police are going to interrogate me, right?”

“don’t worry. jongho has connections with the police,” san reassures you

“what about the security footage?”

“hongjoong jammed the feed so there’s none,” mingi pipes up

“my boss is going to find out when he comes to check the morning shift”

“nah,” wooyoung waves away your concern this time, “he’ll be out of commission for a solid week or so”

now that catches your attention

sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose as you close your eyes and ask very calmly, “what did you guys do to my boss?”

wooyoung lets out a weak chuckle as he presses himself a little closer to the car door; a little further away from you

“yeosang may have, uh, knocked him out”

at your silence, he scrambles to redeem the situation, tugging at the end of your shirt for forgiveness, “we made sure to give your boss a pillow for his neck while he’s out cold!”

“you’re insufferable,” you tell him, starting to feel exhilarated from the whole situation

“just for you,” wooyoung puckers his lips teasingly

you sigh to conceal the smile that is starting to creep onto your face, but you are weak for him and he knows, so you don’t pull away when he laces his fingers through your hand

“merry christmas eve,” he beams at you

there’s the faint sound of someone gagging

wooyoung’s adoring gaze doesn’t leave you, not even as he kicks the back of san’s chair hard

you laugh, truly happy and free, “you know i’m still going to get fired for this, right?”

there’s silence

“well,” wooyoung contemplates

and for a split second, you think he is going to offer you a solution for the mess he made

but then again, what did you expect from wooyoung

“does this mean we get to spend christmas together then?”

jongho

jongho has one hand in the pocket of his slacks

his stance is relaxed, even as his other hand aims the gun at the police officers in front of him

they cower despite the abundance of money piled on the table before them and the stars and service strips that decorate their uniforms

after all, what use is dirty money and corrupt power in the face of death?

pathetic

their pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears

several gunshots ring out, followed by the thud of bodies dropping to the ground

elsewhere, you notice that it’s nearly time for you to clock out

it’s christmas eve and you are not spending a minute longer than you need to here in this hellhole

double checking that your badge is somewhere in your bag, you make a move to leave the police station when there is a sudden influx of noise

pagers beep, phones ring, voices shout

your ears perk up to catch the conversation and you hear the same few names leaving the lips of the police officers around you

the blood coursing through your veins freezes

because you know these names

these names have been burned into your brain, only recently, but still to the point where you can see them clearly whenever you close your eyes

they’re all officials in positions of high power, spending their days in air-conditioned offices and not actually doing anything apart from accepting bribes

but the thing that truly links them together - the secret that quite possibly, of the people in the station right now, only you’ve discovered through your connections - is that they are all involved in covering up the death of an officer five years ago

your father’s death

jongho and his gang have made sure that your father’s murderer has paid the price with his own life-

“all killed?!” you hear the police of chief gush with disbelief

-as have the corrupt officers who buried your father’s case, so it seems

a sense of calm settles over you

the clock tells you that it’s now three minutes past the end of your shift

the news is not a bad note to end on before your two-day christmas break

you sling your bag over your shoulder while the rest of the officers continue to speculate with nervous energy

the police force had no qualms turning their back on you years ago, so neither do you on them

you leave

when you make your way home, back to the modest apartment you now share with jongho, you are greeted by the smell of a cooking meal and the warmth of the blasting heater

you enter the open kitchen whilst removing your scarf

jongho is there in his suit, his coat slung over the back of a chair, tossing an assortment of diced vegetables into a pot of boiling soup

his sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows and you feel your throat go a little dry when the muscles along his forearm flex as he holds up the chopping board

you notice there are streaks of dried blood across his sleeves

and you would be concerned about the blood if this weren’t such a common occurrence

you know now that it’s never his own

when he notices your quiet presence, jongho turns to look at you the same way he always does whenever you come home from work

like he can never quite believe that you’re here with him after so many years apart

he greets you, smiling with anticipation, “did you like my christmas present?”

your mind flashes back to the frenzied panic at the station just earlier

“that was you?” 

the smirk you receive is more than enough of an answer to your question

“you didn’t have to, jongho,” but despite your words, you walk over appreciatively into his outstretched arms

“of course i did,” he shushes you with a deep kiss as his arms wrap around you tightly. “nobody messes with my girl”

his words send a hot rush right through your body

the corner of his lips quirks as he feels you squirm a little in his hold

“cop or not,” he nudges your head to the side so he has easy access to nip at your throat, “you’re mine to protect”

you fist the front of his shirt in an attempt to hold back a needy whine, instead, letting out a shaky breath that does little to hide how affected you are

in a last-ditch effort to take control of the situation, you take a step back and reach into the side pocket of your uniform to pull out your handcuffs

“too bad this cop is going to arrest you for murder,” you joke

jongho cannot help but smile at the cocky facade you put on when your cheeks are so clearly flushed

he brings his wrists together in front of him and offers his hands to you

“are you going to frisk me too, officer?”

when you swallow, now silent, jongho continues, “i might be armed with something that could…destroy you”

a shiver of excitement runs through you and it doesn’t go unnoticed

he steps forward to close the gap between you both, one hand reaching for the handcuffs hanging loosely from your grasp

jongho pauses when his fingers touch the cool metal, waiting for you to look at him properly

you see his eyes darting between your own as he searches for any signs of discomfort or hesitation

can i?

you let go of the handcuffs so that they are in his hold alone

yes

his gaze turns predatory almost immediately

“my turn,” he rasps lowly

he flips you around so that you face the kitchen counter, grabbing your arms and holding them behind you

you are pliant under his touch, but you cannot deny that it turns you on when he is a little rougher with you

jongho cuffs your wrists together and he waits as you tug on them experimentally

you feel the flutter of his fingertips dancing around where the metal surrounds your wrists

“is this okay?” he asks, voice gentle again

you reassure him, “yeah, more than okay,” before you emphasise your words by grinding your ass back against him

he tuts with a chuckle as he stands steady behind you, allowing you to use his rapidly-hardening cock for stimulation while his hands rest on your waist

it’s not enough though

“touch me, please,” you breathe out

“please, who?” he teases, hands sliding up and down your sides but never adding any pressure

your thighs clench because you know exactly what he wants

“please, officer,” you beg

“see, that wasn’t so hard,” jongho whispers right into your ear

the buttons on your uniform blouse are suddenly undone and in one swift motion, he yanks your bra down to expose your breasts

his fingers find your nipples easily, familiar with every inch of your body, and you let out a gasp of pleasure when he pinches them

he pins your hips against the countertop with his own, clothed bulge pressing firmly into you

your cuffed hands scrabble to find purchase when he nudges your legs open with his thigh

but then all of a sudden, his heated touches and wandering hands disappear

the whine you let out at the loss of his presence is almost pathetic as you twist your head around to look for him

“give me a second, baby, i just need to,” he steps over to the bubbling pot of soup and twists the knob down on the stove, “adjust the fire”

you bend forward onto the countertop, exposing the wet patch that you are sure has started to show on the crotch of your pants

“jongho,” you start to beg again, “i want to cum”

“i know, baby, but i don’t want to burn our house down and i want to make sure i get to feed you dinner,” he strides back to you in two quick steps

“now that that’s sorted,” he turns your body around so that you’re facing him, “i think it’s time for my appetiser”

he swiftly tugs your pants and panties down, kneeling to tap on your ankles lightly, a silent request for you to step out of your clothes

he tosses them to one side before his hands come back up to grip either of your thighs so that he can spread your legs

you brace your cuffed hands against the edge of the countertop behind you

it’s not the most comfortable position to be in, but then jongho is using his fingers to spread your pussy apart and your ability to form any coherent thought leaves your body

he blows lightly on your clit, enjoying the way you flinch at the sensation

“look at you,” he drags a fingertip at an agonisingly slow pace through your folds, “already so wet when i’ve barely even touched you”

he holds you still when you try to grind down on his finger

“use your words, baby,” he grins up at you with a smug expression

“i need y-”

he cuts your words right off by attaching his lips to your clit, drawing out a strangled cry of pleasure from you

you feel the long-awaited stretch of your pussy as jongho foregoes one finger and plunges two digits straight into your hole

“fuck!” the curse slips out of you when he sucks and licks your clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers scissoring in and out of you

he curls a finger and your knees very nearly buckle from under you, your back arching as jongho groans against your pussy and continues to abuse the sensitive spot he has found

a pressure starts to build in your core

“i’m close,” you manage to choke out

you miss the moment jongho briefly removes his lips to glance to his side, replacing his mouth with a thumb to rub harsh circles against your clit, before he tells you, “not yet, baby”

“i can’t, jongho, please, let me cum,” you plead

“wait, hang in there a little longer. i know you can,” yet despite his words, he shoves his fingers up harder with renewed vigour

you almost sob from desperation, “wait for fucking what?! your dick isn’t even in me!”

“just a little longer, baby,” he reassures you as your thighs shake around him

you can’t do it anymore

you have to cum

you have to-

“cum,” he simply says, before reattaching his mouth to your clit

your orgasm rips through you and you cannot do anything but tremble and shudder under the administrations of his tongue and fingers

jongho holds you through it all, milking out your orgasm until its very last waves-

just as the timer on the stove goes off

“what the fuck?” you blurt out

your mind is still hazy from pleasure but you’re pretty fucking sure he just timed your orgasm with the stove

jongho licks his fingers with a brazen smile and then goes over to peer into his pot of soup

after he gives it a final stir, he turns the fire off completely and places a lid on the top to keep it warm

you watch, rendered speechless

except when he turns back around, you stay silent for a completely different reason

he eyes you hungrily as he strips his tie and unbuttons his dress shirt

“round two, baby”

he grabs your cuffed hands and guides you towards your shared bedroom, then fishes out the keys from your blouse

you welcome the feeling of jongho unlocking your handcuffs for a moment of rest

settling against the head of the bed, you watch as jongho fully sheds his shirt and lets it drop to the ground

he unzips his slacks and his cock springs free, the bulbous head a tantalising pink as he easily strokes himself to full erection

your pussy clenches desperately around nothing in anticipation and jongho watches your own arousal leak out

he gathers your wrists together once more and pins them above you, handcuffing you to the headboard as you completely submit to him

jongho leans over you and encases your smaller frame with his muscular build

his voice is low and teasing

“you have the right to remain silent,” he says as he aligns his girthy length with your entrance, “but i doubt you will”

[sketchguk]

I LOVE WHAT YOU WROTE AT THE END AAAAHHHH it's so sexy ! I feel so bad for mc though because she wants this to happen and mingyu takes it so casually ...... Like he tells her he doesn't mind if it happens again 😔 it's like he's not even affected right? It's okay if it happens or not for him. I've been seeing mc as badass and charming so it's hard to see that mingyu wouldn't atleast be attracted to her! He'll want her as close as he can get without getting into a relationship, because he's just not ready for a relationship right now???? Idk I feel like ....... He should atleast really adore her ! I think the kiss after he wins is so sudden and intense too !!!! Maybe they just get carried away and f*ck like how you said !!! And then later, they can have a conversation about it ( in bed??????!!!!!!!! ) he would say he can't believe that happened , and she would say something cute and surprising .... You know mc ! And they would leave it .... But then, maybe the second time mingyu would initiate it ! And mc just can't say no . And it just continues 😔 I like that they don't really give it TOOOOOO much importance but it's also something they can't stop doing!

My fic idea was one that my friend was thinking of writing with me,,, we're not friends anymore though 😔 also the fic has abo elements, so if you don't want to hear it , i understand! Just thought i confirm once more . And good luck for your new job!!!!

Mingyu and mc deserve their own spin off about their relationship in detail lmaoo

Mc has always been charismatic, yeah! And everyone around her is a simp lol. Mingyu definitely does see her as someone adorable like a junior/dongsaeng (the age difference isn't specified, but I've always imagined Soonyoung, Mingyu, and mc are all peers in the same grade - it's not realistic, but for the purpose of this fic, that's how it goes aha)

I suppose everyone views mc as the "it" girl because she's really hot, smart, popular, etc. Mingyu can definitely acknowledge that, but I think he isn't affected in the same magnitude as everyone else because mc is able to show a different side to him. She's his friend first and foremost. She opens up to him, she kids and jokes, and she sometimes has her cute, embarrassing moments

Mingyu sees her as someone he cares for, someone he would like to protect. He's the type to ruffle her hair and pinch her cheeks in an endeared way. He'll nag her when she wants to hang out, but she should study instead!

Mingyu definitely finds her attractive because anyone with eyes can see it aha. But he's not interested in pursuing a relationship with her, so he doesn't let himself get weak in the knees for her. If he were to do anything, it would have to be casual! It's just the way he is :-( Plus, that's his friend !!

I can also compare it to people that I know irl, I guess! For instance, I tend to keep my friend groups separate. So the friends I have from middle school never mingle with my high school friends or my college friends, and vice versa. But in the two instances that it did happen, my new group of friends would be like "who's that hot guy walking through the door?" And they're SHOCKED to see that they're walking towards us because they're friends with me LOL. So then my high school friends would joke around, saying I'm gatekeeping my hot friends LOL

I personally have never been attracted to them, but I can honestly say they are attractive in some regards. I understand why some people might say that, but I just see them as the dummies I grew up with.

So just like Mingyu, he sees mc as a friend who is pretty and charming in her own special way. He hasn't known mc for as long as I've known my middle school friends, but it's the same sentiment, ya know?

Aghh I'm just imagining the adrenaline rush Mingyu gets from winning the match!! He would tug on her hand and lead her up to his room. I hope to GOD that it's not a Gryffindor match 😭 and I fucking HOPE Soonyoung isn't even at the game >.<

Mc is probably conflicted when they sleep together. It's still a sad situation because she likes him so much, and he still insists that they just hook up without the feelings 💔 But as usual, beggars can't be choosers. She'll take what she can get because at least she can pretend that Mingyu likes her the same way that she does

And I'm sorry that you and your friend don't talk anymore !! Sometimes life happens, and there's no easy explanation for it :-( But I would still love to hear about your fic idea !!! Abo is definitely something I've gained interest in more and more in the past year LOL. I still don't totally understand the logistics of abo elements, but I'm always here for a good time <3

Thank you for the well wishes on my new job !! First day went better than I expected <33

[nikosamaki]

hey darling!!

i don't know if you are taking requests, if not feel free to ignore this, but if yes, could you please write about what would be the brothers reaction for MC having a bellybutton piercing?

(btw i love your writing, keep it up!! & have a nice day! 💕)

Hi dear

Of course I would write it for you and YES; I do take requests 😊🥰

I'm really HAPPY that you like them❤️

What's Brothers reaction to MC's bellybutton piercing:

Warnings: Little NSFW

Lucifer:

"In the name of God, what the hell have you DONE???", said in his mind -obviously he acts like father in disguise 🥸-, but he likes it despite of it might give some pains to your cute -and sensitive (I have a point here 😏)- belly; not to mention that he figured it out while he was unbuttoning your shirt -you both were doing NAUGHTY things.

Anyways, he enjoys playing with the piercing -by his slim tongue- and seeing how you're face changs by its pleasure or tickles; of course he LOVES those sweet moans which you make everytime when his tongue touches your belly.

Mammon:

When he saw it, he narrowed his eyes and just looked at you with a smirk -not like he's having SEXY thoughts about you, NO! Actually he's having INSIDIOUS thoughts 🫡 (Upset?).

Although he likes it, he's VERY cautious not to touch it to make you feel pain or anything ( Awwww... He's fucking CUTE 🥺); so it means that everytime you having it, first he considers your mode, then does whatever he wants.

Levi:

"Buckduckiebxvi... WHATTTT??? JKCIWW *Blub blub blub* ", he totally panicked! (Sometimes I think he IS a pregnant woman rather than a man 😐). He cannot believe that you took the risk and DID it!! -or the other reason that he panicked is how SEXY you look like now, MANnnn.... He WANTS IT!!! But unfortunately he's panicked 🥲. "Wait a fucking minute, how HAS pierced it for YOU? A MAN???",

immediately he turned to his demon form and wants to kill the person -if he WAS a MAN ( You do realize that Levi was the ONLYone who cared about who did for you, right? Due to his envious; which is GOOD!!).Nevertheless, like Luci, he plays with it -in the bed time or not- because your voice is TOO much sweet.

Satan:

"Ohhh... Looks like little kitten has become brave. You wanted some attention or distract Daddy from his book? 😏 .... Prepared for the consequences?? *Whispered: Where's your collar?*". He's surprised that you have piercing -not expecting it would be your bellybutton- but loves it. When you were acting like kitten on his lengths, he saw it -your shirt went up- and just stared at it. 

(You can say what will happen next, right? 🤗)

 

Asmo:

Just God damn him, he'll talk as much nonsense and flirting with you as he can and you JUST want to DIE -you wanted to shout: "I ate SHIT" :/ ( It's too late to regret 😔).

By the way, he suggests a lot of crop tops to show your bellybutton piercing -on the other hand, for showing your naughtiness 😁, because he loves to it. Of course he stares at it while he's talking to you and thinking about how far can you handle his play games with your new piercing (Freaky long night is waiting for you!!)

Beel:

Just sees something is sparkling and bothers his eyes 🫥 (I'm DONE, okay?? He... he just canNOT be like what you think 🥲). For some moments, he just stare at it and says: " Doesn't look edible, so why you handled the pain and took the risk??" ; you fought with your intention to not punch him in his stomach -or choke him-, you just grabbed his food and squinted your eyes and went to your room. He's confused now.

Belphie:

When he saw it, he looked at you amazed and and kinda smiled -maliciously with BAD thoughts😏- and said: "Humm... How interesting! Come and lie here so I can look at it clearly". You shouldn't have done what he said, you obeyed and now you're tricked. He plays with it; caresses around your bellybutton, rubs it and teases you as much as he can. You're going to have a VERY long -maybe with a little pain- night.

To say the truth, Belphie is more pervert than Beel😁 (In my opinion)

[elliesuh]

Leverage;; Johnny Suh, Jung Jaehyun

Gang Leader John Suh, Co-Leader Jung Jaehyun

Warnings: mention of physical violence and implied sexy times

Note: all activity is consensual, y/n is safe<3

You don't know how you ended up in this situation, well, you do, however, sat small on the large couch in your his home, with his once honey eyes burning holes into your head, occasionally drifting down to your smudged makeup from endless crying, begging, more like, doesn't make you feel any more enlightened.

"I don't enjoy watching you cry over other men, darling." any other time you would cave, fall to him like he's a God when he calls you sweet names, but this time you're scared.

Scared to move to suffer the consequences of your previous actions.

"Darling?" He calls again, his voice 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 with venom, leaning forward from his seated position in front of you, hooking a tattooed hand under your jaw, his rings digging into your soft flesh, forcing you to look at him, "Look at me." it wasn't a request, it was an order.

"Come on, baby, look at daddy, be a good girl."

The hidden praise from the older man makes you push yourself to look up at him, your insides melting away as you make eye contact.

You did something you shouldn't of, or shouldn't of let someone do. "Y/N, I know what you did, its useless crying anymore sweetheart." he speaks like he's changed personality since ten minutes ago.

`psychopath` You think to yourself as he grimaces at your lack of response, Jaehyun knows his limits, as do you, but three drinks down paired with a low tolerance, he was everywhere on you at once, bruises and bitemarks included.

"J-Johnny plea-" You were cut off by a harsh slap, echoing in the open living room, tears pouring down your stained and ruined cheeks, makeup long gone, his strong, tall frame standing to tower over you with a glare.

You should never of left his side, the man who protects you from everything bad, from people who want to hurt you, you must admit, Jaehyun has never irked Johnny, he's one of his best men in nct, but tonight was different, tonight you became a "big girl". Left daddy's side at the bar to explore, bumping into his best friend, letting every wrong desire overcome you, the rules you've been taught draining from you the second you feel Jaehyuns hand on your waist, pulling you closer as John proposes some business plan to a very intoxicated and uninterested Taeyong.

As the night went on, Johnny was getting a hint at what pathetic effort you've done to make him just purely jealous, making you curious as to what he'll do to you to show you that you're his. And his only.

Making John Suh jealous isn't hard, he caves over you the second you even blink at one of his close friends, playing innocent just adds to the fun, getting the leverage over his games.

You've got him exactly where you wanted him.

This is my first ever drabble ig? I've never written fanfic before, be gentle pls😭 i'll only post here (@elliesuh), my work will not be seen anywhere else, I look forward to writing more on here!! 💓 This idea came to me at like 2am, so don't come for me if there's typos or it makes zero sense, woop woop! I'm a sucker for Johnjae😔

I'll tag my two of my current fave writers that make nct fanfics, because me reading their works at midnight inspired me to do something of my own, tysm 😭 @smileysuh @neopuppy 💓

[onstoryladders]

that post you reblogged about the white-gram conversation actually puts a lot in perspective. it hasn’t been shown but im sure white acting so different from black has been the hardest on gram out of everyone because he knew him the best + was closest to him. op of that post is so right in the sense of: all gram knows is that black isn’t looking at him like he used and doesn’t seem to pay attention to him like he used to and doesn’t even know him like he used to. and i feel like THAT probably explains alot of grams behavior with eugene. because if the last few days, since white had took blacks place, he’s felt like his best friend (also. the person he’s in love with) is a stranger and treating him as a stranger, of course he’d a) be seeking comfort with someone he’s familiar with (but still has a connection to black) and b) be heartbroken enough to do some crazy shit. i feel like a lot of grams behavior just seems like subconscious self sabotage + subconsciously trying to get back at ‘black’ for ignoring him and treating him so coldly. for his sake (and ours) i hope it culminates into a heated confrontation where gram expresses all this, and calls out how much black had changed in HIS eyes and how much it’s hurt him (and for this confrontation to be with white but black is in the other room and overhears and reveals himself and is so touched that gram could tell he was different and gram is so overwhelmed with relief that his worst fears weren’t true and then they make out)

This is the post anon is referring to.

ANON, THE LAST LINES OF YOUR ASK ARE SENDING ME 😭 you're so right tho, that'd be one hell of a scene! Manifesting it 🙏🏻 or at least something similar. Heated confrontations that culminate in a make-out session are such a classic, it'd be very sexy of them if they did it 😔

Anyway YES. It must've been so hard for Gram, seeing his best friend and crush acting colder and colder towards him and not knowing why. I mean, yeah, the others also noticed something wrong with Black, but they're not affected by it in the same way. They were barely on speaking terms with him, from the way they talk about him.

Gram, on the other hand...

Also the way they handled the whole situation is so good? Because Gram is the first to notice something's changed (“your hair looks better”, “you smell good”) and at first this is framed as something positive. But those changes are just on a surface level: as the story moves forward, Gram starts to see the real differences, and he's more and more confused and disappointed by them.

THE WAY THIS MAKES ME GO FERAL!

BECAUSE LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN!

The others at the garage like the new Black. He's friendlier, he's kinder, he's overall less of an asshole, and that's good. But Gram loved Black. He fell in love with Black despite all his flaws, despite his temper, his bad character. And they had something special and now that something's gone and he doesn't understand why!

The kiss with Eugene -- did it happen before or after Black went missing? I thought they kissed soon after Eugene was dumped, during the few days Black went AWOL before White was contacted by Todd etc etc, but I might've made an assumption about this. I'm not sure.

But even brushing their kiss aside, I do think that Gram is self-sabotaging. And maybe the reason why he tried to push Black back into Eugene's arms was because he wanted to go back to when everything was normal between them. Yes, he couldn't have him as a lover, but at least he could still have him as a friend, while now he doesn't even know where he stands.

GOD THEY ARE SO PERFECT WHAT A COUPLE

[adamwarlock]

Do you think the 2021 GotG game adapted Adam well? I'm mainly familiar with him from the DnA GotG comics + his random appearances post that and various bits and pieces of older comics from the 70s-90s, and I personally found his portrayal in the game entertaining + interesting with a unique take on the Magus aspect being something that's feeding off of other people's grief, but I'm curious as to what someone more familiar with the character thinks about it all.

Yeah I liked it!!! I didn't really know what to expect from Eidos-Montreal but I was really pleasantly surprised by how good the GOTG game is overall. First time I played it me and my roommate were in genuine hysterics every time Adam opened his stupid mouth, I think it not being bad overloaded my brain or something I like truly couldn't handle it.

Compared to the comics Adam is definitely a biiiiit more exaggerated for comedic effect (like with the constant alliteration/Magus' rhyming) but I think it works, it's fun and rings true to how dramatic and over the top he often is + I LOVE that they leaned into him being this extremely socially inept asshole who wants to do good but just goes about it in the worst ways possible. They really captured his holier-than-thou attitude and general air of self-importance, like Adam instantly asserting his authority over the guardians and butting heads with Peter while everyone constantly makes fun of him because he's such a (sexy) jackass I just 😭 god it's so funny I'm shocked he didn't snap and try to kill everybody sooner.

I also enjoyed their take on the Magus and how they handled the Universal Church of Truth as a whole... It's definitely different but Adam becoming somekinda shapeshifting god parasite isn't TOO big of a leap to make, really, and Raker's alright.

I think the Magus latching onto people's grief to indoctrinate them is a smart way to tie the story/characters together and it provides a nice simple throughline between the Magus and Warlock too, with Adam's desire to help others twisting into this false promise of a universal paradise without suffering. The game doesn't really dip into it but since this Magus was in part created by Adam separating himself from the Soul Gem I feel like "The Promise" serves as an interesting parallel to Soul World; Adam has always felt most comfortable in this idealized haven where he's the de facto leader and there's no conflict or struggle for understanding because everyone is spiritually connected to each other(/him).

The Promise is also a lot like the Goddess' scheme from Infinity Crusade where we see her utilize grief similarly to game!Magus when recruiting people into her death cult, it's a very natural extention of Adam's unsavory manipulation tactics and other hang-ups from the comics.

Having the Magus manifest as this living hunger that grows from Adam's darkest thoughts and impulses is very cool actually BUT. If I gotta nitpick then while I don't mind making Magus more literally nonhuman I do wish we got to see a bit more of him/it as an extention of Adam himself. Most of that internal conflict happens pre-game and gets relegated to exposition and flavor text which is FINE since the game isn't really about Him but you know. He is always the main character in my heart and I would like to see the full corruption arc please. Generally this is maybe more of a preference thing but Magus as Adam from the future >>> Magus as an evil aspect of Adam, while I like both the difference is significant lol.

Alsooooo it's really cute how Adam gets (begrudgingly) accepted by the guardians and learns a little more about the power of love & friendship by the end AND I just wanna know more about all the unanswered questions regarding Adam's pre-game hijinks/death and Thanos' mysterious disappearance... we need a sequel SO bad. 😔

Okay wait, last minute addition but shoutout to the scene where Lady Hellbender hits on Adam and he just clams up like UHHH....... because out of all the characteristics to carry over from the comics I truly wasn't expecting "fear of women" to make the cut.