#it makes me feel 😭 it reaches my cold icy heart

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My beloved, doomed, star-crossed lovers Justin and Tony. They get some time in the spotlight and they're just ripped apart in every way imaginable 😭😭😭 it makes me sad to think that Will isn't the only one who's been given the 'mutt' role too, Justin's life completely riding on Tony's behaviour like Will's is with Tommy 🥺

And look at Tony's last little dredge of spirit and backtalk! I just luffs him. The fact he can still stand up to Doc and call him insane, and ask to see Justin one final time. I just wanna be left alone with Doc for a few minutes, I'd crush him 😩 cruel and barbaric in every sense of the word. He really believes that he's rescued them, that he's shipping them off to a loving home. I feel sick whenever he speaks.

It's got to be so terrifying to him 😭 being shipped off overseas to a complete stranger, leaving his lover behind 💔 reading your work always physically hurts and you should wear that as a badge of honour

tales from the kennel

hello! a new mini-series is a brewing, starting with this horrific two-parter focusing on justin and tony, whom we met here. part of the kennel universe (master list here), but set before will and tommy are kidnapped.

content warnings for: extreme dehumanization, referenced noncon, future noncon, future dubcon, forced nudity, references to human trafficking, all the gaslighting, branding, restraints, pet whump, captivity whump, filmed whump, creepy whumper, adult language

orpheus, part one

Tony has tried so hard not to think. Thinking, he knows, is no longer required of him. Not here. Probably not ever again. 

He’s been sold. Fuck, the word makes his naked skin crawl. It still doesn’t make sense, no matter how long he’s been here. People are not bought and sold. Of course, Doc doesn’t call it that. Doc calls a kidnapping a “rescue;” trafficking is just “finding someone a good home.”

But when Tony lets himself think, he knows it isn’t true. He wasn’t rescued, and he doesn’t need to find a good home. He has a good home–or at least, he used to. 

It hurts to think of the little yellow house he and Justin bought together. They barely got to live in it before–well, before all of this. But when Tony curls on the floor of the doghouse at night, when he closes his eyes, he can see the wallpaper they chose for the front hallway–birds of paradise on an orange field. He can see the rack of copper pots hanging over the kitchen island; they were too expensive, but Justin insisted that anyone who cooked like Tony deserved the very best. 

It hurts the most when he remembers their bedroom. The overstuffed duvet, the matching bedside tables, the soft light of their twin lamps. Their bodies moving together in the dark. Safety. Comfort. 

Tony has neither here. And no matter what Doc tells him about the “wonderful home” he’ll soon be packed off to, Tony knows there won’t be safety or comfort there either. He won’t have a home. There is no home without Justin. There is no Tony without Justin. 

Tony knows he will disappear entirely once Doc sends him away. He’s already started to. It isn’t Tony who endures Doc’s training for the camera; it’s Fido. It’s Fido whose red collar is cinched a notch too tight. It’s Fido who sucks, who begs, who bends to be breached like a trained whore. It’s Fido who will be restrained in the waiting crate and shipped thousands of miles away. 

It’s Fido who wears the still-healing brand of his new owner between his shoulder blades. 

But it is Tony who feels the pain. Even if he knows better than to think, he can’t help but feel. 

Tony feels the rough heel of Doc’s hand against the puckered skin of his new scar, and he groans before he can stop himself. It’s only been a few days since Doc came into the doghouse with the branding iron, and Tony’s skin still feels like it’s on fire. Tony doesn’t even know what the damn brand looks like, but he bets he could guess the shape by the pattern of the blood throbbing beneath his skin.

Doc only chuckles. “Oh, now, boy. I know it’s a little uncomfortable now, but think of what your new gift means! Someone loves you enough to claim you for his own. You’re so close to going home!”

“No!” Tony cries hoarsely, but his words dissolve into animal keening when Doc hooks his nails into the brand. 

“Yes, you are,” Doc insists. His voice is still gentle, even as he digs further into Tony’s wound. “Don’t undo it by being a bad boy now.” 

“Please!” Tony begs. The burning is almost as keen as when the iron first landed on his skin. Doc slaps Tony between the shoulders, and Tony’s knees come out from under him; his belly lands hard against the cold floor.

“You don’t want to ruin your gift, is that right?” Doc chides, letting his hand slip up the back of Tony’s neck and into his dark hair. He scratches idly at Tony’s scalp. 

The humiliation is a brand all its own. 

“You know, it’s an honor to be adopted by someone so important. You’re going to have so much fun, and I know you’re going to be so good for him. He’s tuning in all this week so that he can get excited for your arrival next weekend. Imagine someone so important giving up so much of his time for a little rescue like you. Aren’t you a special boy, Fido?” 

Tony shakes his head. He doesn’t want to think about what’s coming. Doc’s already showed him the crate he’ll travel in, the special hood he’ll wear to dampen his senses, the fur-lined cuffs built into the box to keep him still. He’s been promised drugs that will keep him calm for the trip. Tony doesn’t know exactly where he’s being sent, but he knows it’s far. Far from here. Far from the little yellow house. 

Far from Justin. 

“I want to go home,” Tony says before he can stop himself. “Please, I–” 

Doc’s hand freezes in Tony’s hair. “But you are going home!”

Tony shakes his head. “No. You don’t–I–please, Doc, Please. I’ll be good. I promise. Just–” 

“Don’t make the people think you’re ungrateful, Fido. Not all of my rescues get the opportunities you have.” 

Tony wants to scream. Yes, he’s had so many ‘opportunities’ since he’s been here. The opportunity to be restrained and groped and filmed and drugged and starved and beaten. To be coupled like a brood mare with any one of a dozen faceless people in red collars. To know exactly how weak he is, to know for certain that it took almost no time to break him entirely. 

But he doesn’t scream. Because he knows better. 

“I’m grateful,” Tony forces himself to say. “I-I–” he swallows around the lump in his throat, “I just don’t want to leave you.” 

He pitches his eyes to the floor, but it doesn’t matter: Doc knows he’s lying. The man bursts into laughter. 

“Oh, my sweet little pup. What a performance!” 

“I’m not–” 

Doc’s hand presses against the brand, and Tony is silenced by the searing pain. 

“I know you have mixed feelings about leaving, and I know it isn’t because of me.”

Tony stares up at Doc through the blur of his tears. The pain in his back is white hot; the knot in his chest is worse. He never mentions Justin to Doc. He learned early on that there was no point; Doc won’t give him any answers. But now that he’s being sent away–

“The little mutt will be just fine without you,” Doc says. “You haven’t seen him in months anyway, have you? You should be used to it by now.”

But Tony will never be used to it. They didn’t get enough time. They’d only been married for a week when Doc found them. When Doc took Tony’s wedding ring, it hadn’t even had the chance to wear a groove in his skin. It was like he’d never worn a ring at all. 

“Please.” Tony shifts his weight back onto his stomach. He lays his arms prostrate on the floor. “I have to see him.” 

Doc shakes his head. “I don’t know, boy. Don’t you think it will be harder? He isn’t coming home with you. He might be jealous. I don’t want you to feel badly about your good luck–and I don’t want it to be more difficult for him. I haven’t found a place for him. Not yet.” 

Tony closes his eyes. He hopes Doc never finds a place for Justin, that there’s still a chance that Justin will make it back to the little yellow house, even if it’s without him. 

“I want to–to-to say goodbye. Even if it’s hard.” 

He doesn’t say that he wants to say goodbye because he’s almost certain it will be the last time he sees his husband. At the very least, it will probably be the last time Justin sees him alive. Tony is under no illusion that he will escape the situation waiting for him overseas. He knows he will be used until he is a dry husk, and then he will be crumpled up and thrown away. He can only hope that someday, Justin might have closure. That Justin will sit at the kitchen island with another man who will make him enchiladas and kiss that spot on the back of his neck and banish the nightmares that will surely haunt Justin for the rest of his life. 

Tony doesn’t have a choice. His nightmare is going to swallow him whole. But with the time he has left–he needs Justin to know that it will be alright, even if Tony won’t be there to see him through. 

Doc chuckles softly and tucks his fingers under Tony’s chin, forcing Tony to meet his eye. “You are an affectionate little thing, aren’t you?” 

“Please. Before–” Tony chokes on the lump on his throat, but he holds Doc’s gaze, “--before I go home.” 

Doc’s eyebrows raise. His mouth curves into a grotesque smile. “Well, look who’s decided to be a good boy.” 

“I won’t fight,” Tony whispers. “I promise.” 

“Do you?” 

“I do.” 

As though to prove it, he manages not to flinch when Doc shifts his grip and presses into the soft meat of his cheeks. Doc dips his thumb into Tony’s mouth and presses his tongue flat. Tony stays still. He wants Doc to believe him. It’s the only way that he will get to Justin. 

Doc sighs, slipping the calloused pad of his thumb back and forth over Tony’s tongue. “You understand that you’ll have to follow my rules? That you have to be obedient if you expect a treat?” 

Tony does his best to nod, even as Doc’s touch teases the opening of his throat. 

“And you’ll be a good boy on your trip home?” 

Another half nod. Doc pulls his thumb backward, but he keeps Tony’s tongue pinned down. 

“Then I’ll let you see him,” Doc says thoughtfully. “But you won’t say goodbye.” 

Tony’s brow wrinkles, and Doc laughs. 

“You won’t say anything, actually. You won’t speak at all.” 

Tony’s mouth twitches in an attempt to protest, and Doc seizes his tongue and yanks. The thin skin that connects his tongue to the base of his mouth flares with pain. Tony whines involuntarily, but Doc doesn’t let go. 

“He doesn’t know what it is you’ve been up to all this time. He doesn’t know that you’re being adopted. I didn’t think it was good for him to know, since the two of you were never going to find a home together. Makes it easier to wean him, doesn’t it?” 

Tony squeezes his eyes shut again. He and Justin found a home together. They just never expected it to be ripped away from them like this. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, boy,” Doc snaps. 

Tony complies. What else can he do? He promised he wouldn’t fight, didn’t he? 

“You’re not going to make any of this worse by spilling the beans. You may agree to stop fighting, but if he finds out you’re headed home, he won’t. He’s already a naughty little thing, and I don’t particularly want to deal with any more guff from him.”

For the sparest of seconds, Tony’s heart soars. Justin hasn’t given up. He’s still fighting. He can make it. He will.  

But Doc’s voice brings him back to earth. 

“See, he isn’t as valuable to me as you are, Fido. It’s going to be hard to find him a place. And I can’t have you making it any harder than it needs to be. I’ve got limited resources, you know? So, here’s the deal: I’ll let you see him if you promise not to say a word.” 

Tony nods again, even as his tears finally break free. He doesn’t want Justin to see him bitted or muzzled. He wants to kiss his husband, to tell him that he loves him one last time. He wants to say goodbye. But if this is all Tony’s got, he will take it. He’s learned to take what he can get. 

Doc finally lets Tony’s tongue go, wiping his thumb on Tony’s cheek. “But it’s a little performance test for you, boy. I’m not going to make this easy for you. I want you to show me that you mean what you say.” 

“I–” Tony rasps. He pushes himself up on his hands and clears his throat. “I don’t understand.” 

“You are not leaving the doghouse until it’s time to pack you up. That means I’ll be bringing the mutt to see you. And I expect you to do what you’ve been trained to do.”

Tony’s gut freezes. His eyes drift up to the camera closest to them. 

He can’t. He wants Justin more than anything, but he can’t subject Justin to this. Not when he won’t even be able to explain. There will be too many things he can’t explain. The cameras. The brand on his back. How sorry he is. And how much he loves Justin. 

It’s too much to ask. 

“But–” 

“I will bring him here, and you will show him what you’ve learned. If you want to see him before you go home, those are the expectations. Take it or leave it.” 

“He doesn’t know–” Tony tries, but Doc’s palm comes down hard between his shoulder blades. 

“And he won’t know.” Doc leans close, pressing harder against Tony’s ruined skin. “If you say a word, I’ll kill him.” 

“No!” Tony cries. Justin has to get out. He cannot die here. 

“I told you, he isn’t that valuable to me. The only reason I haven’t put him down yet is because my Annie’s taken a bit of a shine to him. She’s never had a pet of her own, and I like to see her happy.” 

Tony feels bile rising in his throat. Justin is no one’s pet. Maybe that’s all that Tony will ever be now, maybe that’s a foregone conclusion, but he has to believe that Justin still has a chance.  

“You can’t–” 

“I won’t, so long as you show us all what a good boy you are. I’m not even going to muzzle you; you’ll get a chance to really show off your training. I’m sure your new owner will be watching, and you’ll want to make sure he’ll be excited to see you.” 

Tony collapses over his knees. He’s going to be sick. He can’t do this. He can’t make Justin do this. He doesn’t know what Doc’s done with Justin, but Tony knows he isn’t a red collar. Tony would know if he were. Tony’s body knows every red collar, even the ones he hasn’t seen; he’s tasted them and felt them move inside. None of them were Justin. Tony would never mistake Justin’s touch. 

He can’t make Justin a part of this–but he knows that he has to. Doc has him trapped, sure as if he were already packed in the crate. He should never have tried to bargain. He doesn’t have the head for it anymore. After all, he isn’t meant to think. 

“You can’t go back on it now, boy,” Doc murmurs. His hand slips below the brand, scratching a gentle line up and down the knots of Tony’s spine. “And you get to say goodbye. Just like you wanted. Only not in so many words.” 

Tony doesn’t move. He falls into the gentle touch, just the way he’s been trained, and he stays still. There’s nothing he can do anyway. He knows if he fights now, Justin is as good as dead. 

“It’s romantic, in a way,” Doc says wistfully. Tony can hear the smile in his voice. “Do you know the story of Orpheus, Fido? My Annie has a big book of Greek myths that I used to read to her before bed, and that one was always her favorite. Made her cry, but I think she liked the tragedy of it all.”

Tony knows the story, but he can’t remember. Not right now. The only thing he can recall is Justin’s face. He shouldn’t have asked to see him. He should have let himself be packed away and lived with the memories they’ve already made. He curls in on himself. Doc keeps stroking his back. 

“Orpheus had a chance to rescue his love from the underworld. All he had to do was to lead her out without turning around to look at her. He just had to trust that she was there, and they’d both be free. But he turned around just as they were crossing the threshold, and she was pulled back into the underworld forever. Because of his weakness.” Doc leans close to Tony’s ear. “This is your Orpheus moment, boy. Don’t be weak.”  

Tony can’t stand it. “You’re not giving me the chance to save him from anything,” he says, his voice toneless and hollow.  

Doc’s fingers crook against Tony’s cheek. “No, because I’ve already rescued you both.”

Tony should laugh, but he only squeezes his eyes shut again. He’s dreamed about rescue, but he knows now that it will never come. Not for him. There is no escaping the snare he’s just set for himself. 

“But,” Doc says thoughtfully, “I am giving you the chance to protect him.” 

“From you.” 

Doc’s hand withdraws. “From himself. He’s got to learn, and you’re going to teach him. You’re going to show him what a good boy looks like.” 

Tony looks up at Doc, the older man’s image distorted by the pane of his tears. “Why do you hate us so much?” 

“Oh, Fido. I don’t hate you. I could never hate any of my rescues. You’re all such vulnerable creatures. But just like you’re going to protect your mutt, I have to protect you. I know it’s hard, giving up what you thought your life would be. But I saved you from something so much worse.” 

It’s bullshit, but Tony is sure that Doc believes it. The man abducts innocent people and strips away their humanity like bits of old wallpaper, but he believes that he’s serving the greater good. Tony only wishes he could believe too. It would make all of this so much easier if he could believe that this torture was saving him from something worse. 

But he knows better. He knows that someone else would have driven by the service station eventually; he knows that if they had been smarter, if they hadn’t gotten in Doc’s truck, they would be at home in the yellow house right now. They wouldn’t have died. Someone would have come. Doc didn’t save them from anything. Doc stole them. 

“It’s hard for you and the mutt, I know. But I can’t always place everyone together, so the separation was necessary. So you could get used to the idea. But I’m not a monster, Fido. And so I’m going to give you this chance to ease your parting. But if I let you off your leash, I know you’d run amok. And that’s not modeling good behavior, is it? So, there are rules. It’s as simple as that.”

“You’re insane,” Tony says. “You said you’d kill him–” 

Doc swats at Tony’s nose. “Bad dog. That’s enough. The mutt won’t be put down if you do as you’re told. But if you don’t, it’s no skin off my nose. This isn’t a charity, even if it is a rescue operation. Cost-benefit analysis. You’ve earned your keep these last few months; the mutt is a drain on our resources. But this little guest spot might just be his meal ticket until I figure out what to do with him.” 

Tony opens his mouth, to protest or beg, he isn’t sure which, but Doc’s hand stops his voice. 

“I’ve heard enough out of you. I think your new rules apply starting now. You make a peep, I won’t even go to the trouble of bringing him in. No bark. Do you understand?” 

Tony’s chest heaves with a silent sob, but he nods. He knows Doc is as good as his word. 

“Hup hup,” Doc commands, and Tony pushes himself onto all fours, even as his limbs tremble beneath him. Doc pulls a leash from his belt loop and clips it to the ring on Tony’s collar. “Fido, place.” 

Tony’s cheeks color with shame, but he crawls to the center of the glass box, his leash dragging behind. He knows that this is the spot with the most advantageous camera angles, that he’s expected to hit his mark so that his viewing audience gets exactly what they are paying for. 

“Sit.” 

Tony complies and lets his bare ass fall back over his heels. He sets his hands flat on the floor in front of him. Doc crouches down and tethers his leash to the anchor in the floor. 

“Stay.” 

As if there were any other option. 

Doc rises and goes to the locked door. He looks back over his shoulder. “You remember your rule, Fido. I’ll be right back with the mutt.” 

...to be continued

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[deerlino]

Hey hey hey

Can i please request producer!grumpy! Chan x producer! Sunshine! Reader? Enemies-to-lovers?? Like chan has a bad first impression on reader and doesn't like her but like they get put together for work and he falls in love?? Can you make it really fluffy and domestic at the end (like they're in a r/s and like they kiss and cuddle alot????)

thawing the ice.

bang chan x fem!reader / at first, chan really didn’t like you and had a bad first impression of you. but then, you got teamed up for a project. spending time together changed everything, and he found himself falling for you.

additional tags / grumpy producer chan x sunshine producer reader (i mean… i tried. 😭), fluff, domestic fluff, forced proximity, mutual pining, workplace romance, love confessions, love-hate relationship, dislike to lovers — 1.5k words in total.

content warnings / kisses, smooches, and cuddles

authors notes @ anon / hey heyo anon <3, thanks for the awesome request! loved writing this. you asked for enemies to lovers, but the enemies part kinda fizzled out while i was writing—not my strongest trope, lol 😭 still, hope you enjoy it !! <3

You glance at your watch, groaning internally. It’s barely eight in the morning and you’re already heading to the studio for another day of work. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that you were going to be working closely with Chan. Again.

It’s not that you dislike Chan. Honestly, how could you? He’s talented, driven, and ridiculously handsome. But from the moment you met him, he’s been nothing but cold and dismissive. It’s like he’s made it his mission to make your life difficult.

As you walk into the studio, you see him already there, his back to you as he fiddles with some equipment. You take a deep breath, plastering a smile on your face. “Morning, Chan!”

He doesn’t turn around. “Morning.”

You suppress a sigh. Another day, another brush-off.

You set your bag down and get to work, trying to ignore the icy atmosphere. The day drags on, the silence between you both filled with nothing but the hum of electronics and the occasional muttered curse from Chan.

Finally, after what feels like hours, you manage to get him to talk. “Hey, Chan, can you listen to this track? I think it needs something, but I can’t figure out what.”

He looks up, eyebrows raised. “You want my opinion?”

“Uh, yeah. You’re one of the best producers here,” you say, trying not to sound too sarcastic. He might be a jerk, but you still need his input.

He listens to the track, his expression unreadable. “It needs more bass. And the vocals are too soft. They need to be more upfront.”

You nod, making notes. “Got it. Thanks.”

The rest of the day goes by in much the same way, but you notice something strange. Every time you ask for his help, he gives it without complaint. And every now and then, you catch him watching you, a strange look in his eyes.

***

As the weeks go by, things start to change. It’s subtle at first. He starts offering his help without being asked. He brings you coffee in the mornings, saying it’s just because he’s getting one for himself anyway. He even starts making small talk.

One day, as you’re both working late, he surprises you. “Hey, do you want to grab some dinner after this?”

You blink, taken aback. “Uh, sure. That sounds great!”

You end up at a little diner, talking and laughing like old friends. It’s the first time you’ve seen him genuinely smile, and it takes your breath away.

“You know,” he says, looking down at his plate, “I don’t actually hate you.”

You laugh, but it’s a little shaky. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He looks up, his eyes serious. “I’m... I’m not good at this. At feelings. I’ve liked you since the day we met, but I didn’t know how to act around you. I thought being distant would make it easier.”

Your heart skips a beat. “You like me?”

He nods, looking almost shy. “Yeah. A lot.”

You reach across the table, taking his hand. “I like you too, Chan. A lot.”

***

From that night on, things change even more. You’re not just coworkers anymore. You’re friends. And, slowly, you become something more.

There are late nights at the studio where he pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly as you work.

It’s nearly midnight, and you and Chan are the only ones left in the studio. The room is dimly lit, the glow from the computer screens casting a soft light over everything. You’re both exhausted, but there’s still work to be done. You’re hunched over your laptop, tweaking some last-minute details on a track, when you feel his presence behind you.

“Hey, take a break,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky from hours of talking and singing.

“I just need to finish this part,” you reply, not looking up. “Almost done.”

He sighs, but there’s a smile in his voice. “Alright, Miss Perfectionist.”

You hear him move around, and then suddenly, you’re being lifted out of your chair. “Chan!” you yelp, but he just laughs, pulling you into his lap as he sits back down.

“Relax,” he says, his arms wrapping around you. “You’ve been working too hard.”

You lean back against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “I just want everything to be perfect.”

“I know,” he says, his lips brushing against your ear. “But you need to take care of yourself too.”

You tilt your head, looking up at him. “And what about you? You’ve been working just as hard.”

He grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m taking care of myself right now.”

You smile, your heart fluttering. “Okay, fine. Five-minute break.”

“Good,” he says, his lips trailing down your neck. “Because I need more of this.”

You close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of his lips on your skin, the warmth of his arms around you. In that moment, all the stress and exhaustion melts away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

Then, there are lazy Sundays spent cuddling on the couch, watching movies and stealing kisses.

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you’re both sprawled on the couch, watching a movie. Chan’s arm is draped over your shoulders, and your head rests against his chest. The movie is some cheesy rom-com, but neither of you are really paying attention. You’re too busy stealing kisses and laughing at each other’s jokes.

“Hey, pay attention,” you say, swatting his hand away as he tries to tickle you. “This is the best part.”

“Oh, really?” he teases, his fingers brushing against your side again. “What happens?”

You laugh, trying to squirm away. “Stop! You’ll see.”

He grins, finally relenting. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.”

You settle back against him, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek. It’s moments like this that make everything worth it. The late nights, the long hours, all of it. Because at the end of the day, you have this. You have him.

“You know,” he says suddenly, his voice soft, “I could get used to this.”

You look up at him, surprised. “What, lazy Sundays?”

He shakes his head, his eyes serious. “No. Us. Being together like this.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Me too.”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. It’s slow and sweet, full of all the things he can’t put into words. And you know, without a doubt, that you feel the same way.

Then, there are also mornings where you wake up tangled together, his arms around you and his breath warm against your neck.

The first rays of sunlight are just starting to filter through the curtains when you wake up. You’re tangled in the sheets, Chan’s arm draped over your waist, his breath warm against your neck. You can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, his body a comforting weight against yours.

You turn your head slightly, just enough to see his face. He looks so peaceful, so different from the grumpy, guarded man you met months ago. You reach up, brushing a strand of hair away from his face, and he stirs, his eyes slowly opening.

“Morning,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you reply, smiling. “Sleep well?”

He nods, pulling you closer. “Always do when you’re here.”

You feel your heart swell at his words. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

He chuckles, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Only for you.”

You laugh, rolling over to face him. “Lucky me.”

“Yeah,” he says, his eyes soft as they meet yours. “Lucky me.”

You lean in, kissing him softly. It’s a slow, lingering kiss, the kind that makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the world. When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against his, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You smile, your heart feeling like it might burst. “I love you too.”

And as you lie there, wrapped up in each other, you know that this is where you’re meant to be. With him. Always.

***

One evening, as you’re sitting on a bench at the park together, he turns to you, his expression serious. “You know, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You make me want to be better. For you.”

You smile, your heart swelling. “You already are, Chan. You always have been.”

He kisses you, and it’s slow and sweet, full of all the things he’s never been able to say. And you know, without a doubt, that he loves you.

As the months go by, you can see the change in him. He’s still grumpy and a little rough around the edges, but there’s a softness to him now, a warmth that wasn’t there before. And you know that, no matter what, you’ll always have each other.

One night, as you’re both lying in bed, you turn to him, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Hey, Chan?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we ended up working together. Even if you were a jerk at first.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Me too. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. For being a jerk.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You’re forgiven. Just... keep being you. That’s all I need.”

And as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, you know that you’ve found something special. Something real. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

© deerlino (est. 090624) ༯ heyo, did you enjoy this piece? if you did, maybe you could reblog, drop a comment, or shoot me an ask to let me know your thoughts. also, feel free to check out my other stuff! thanks a bunch for the support! <3

[koorminii]

types of kisses with hyunjin!

❥ pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader ❥ genre: fluff; headcanons ❥ rating: none! ❥ word count: 1.1k ❥ warnings: just fluffy kissing scenarios; a bit suggestive for ‘heated kisses’ but easily skippable if that’s not your cup of tea though it’s pg 13 at most.

a/n: i got a bit carried away 😭 inspired by @myjisung (check out their series if u haven’t already!) thank you for letting me run with this idea & I put my own little spin on it <33 ily !! & i’m open to rq for the other members. lmk if you want the same types of kisses or different ones and I can provide you with a list if you’d like!!

001. YOUR FIRST KISS

Your hands were shoved in the pockets of your jacket in hopes to shield them from the biting cold, and your hood was secured by a thick woolen scarf courtesy of Hyunjin’s mom. Snowflakes dropped down from above, making the city and the park you were in look like a mini winter wonderland. The cold was no match to the warmth in your chest and the darkness no match to the blinding light of your smile. Hyunjin was in front of you, running around swinging on the street lights. You felt so warm, on a date with the boy of your dreams and having the time of your life. It felt like you were the star of a romance film.

You’re not sure who started it, but you feel a ball of snow hit your back and you’re turning around in faux rage throwing one right back, your giggles filling the air with hyunjin’s own. You can’t help the smile that makes a home on your face, and no matter how much your cheeks hurt you can’t help it.

Hyunjin catches your eye, and throws a snowball at your face. You squeal, throwing your hands up before chasing after him. “Oh, you little—!” You curse as you chase hyunjin around the park, slipping sometimes over icy snow or losing track of each other with the mask of snow falling over your eyes. Your hands throb now that they’re no longer warm in your pockets and instead holding snow ready to be catapulted at your… friend? your boyfriend?

Right as you reach Hyunjin you trip on a rock disguised by a thick layer of snow and your hands reach forward to break your fall. Hyunjin, as clumsy as he usually is not, falls backwards and brings you down with him. The force of your fall causes snow to lift around you and fall back down like rain, but you pay no attention. Now that all the giggles have died off and you’re up close, the tension between you two that was undetectable before is very apparent now. You’re so close you can see the mole under Hyunjin’s eye that’s grown faint over the years. You can see the ghost of his breath in the cold air, and the way his lashes flutter under your gaze.

You can’t imagine you look much different, and before you know what you’re doing you’re reaching to push a stray lock of Hyunjin’s hair behind his ear. You notice his breath hitch before you’re leaning closer, slowly as if you move too quickly you’ll be burned. You sort of feel like you are being burned if the way the flames licking at your chest are any indication. Your heart is thrumming, beating against your ribcage as if it’s attempting to fight its way out.

You’ve been waiting for this, longer than Hyunjin knows, even longer than you think. Since the day you met him and saw those plump lips curve up in a sly smile, you’ve wanted to know how they would feel against your own— and now you’ve finally got the chance.

Hyunjin’s heartbeat matches your own, and if you weren’t covered by heavy padding you’d be able to feel it against your chest. He can barely believe he’s managed to take you on this date let alone kiss you. It’s the perfect setting, laying in the snow while the moon shines it’s light down on you, and it feels like a perfect romance— something he was worried he wouldn’t be able to do.

Your lips hover inches from him before they just barely brush. It’s only a soft press but you feel like electricity has surged through your entire body. You can’t help the shy smile that quirks at your lips, and when Hyunjin leans up to kiss you again, you let him.

002. MORNING KISSES

You can't deny the man before you anything when he’s smiling at you like that.

You’ve never been the type to indulge in morning kisses, too caught up in wondering if your partner would judge you. Maybe your breath stank too bad or your drool rubbed off on them. It was pure self consciousness that stopped you from kissing Hyunjin when you two first started to wake up together, the sun peeking from behind soft curtains and casting a honey glow over your sleeping bodies. Your duvet would always be wrapped tightly around you and you would feel Hyunjin’s arms caging you in as his hair tickled your cheek and you nuzzled into his shoulder, pulling him as close as possible as he murmured sweet nothings from above you.

Hyunjin has always wanted to be the couple that can wake up together and kiss lazily until they either manage to get up or fall back asleep. He’s always found you beautiful, no matter what state of being you were in. He’s considered this the purest form of intimacy, and he’s always been grateful that you’ve allowed him to be the one to see it.

It’s because of Hyunjin that you no longer care about those negative thoughts. He makes you feel loved and cared for in a way no one else has, and when he looks just as disheveled as you, his hair mussed and knotted with a spot of drool on his pillow, you can do nothing but smile— too fond of the boy in front of you to do much else. When he smiles lazily, puckering his lips for a good morning kiss, you simply can’t deny him anything when he looks at you like that.

003. COMFORTING KISSES

When you feel like nothing can cheer you up, not even your favorite show or your favorite meal and it feels like nothing's going right in your life. Hyunjin will walk in to see you staring at nothing in particular and reach out for you, wrapping you up in a hug, something that feels overwhelmingly safe and like nothing can ever hurt you as long as he’s there. He’ll hold your face in his hands and leave sweet pecks all over your face— your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your forehead, and then move on to litter them over the rest of your body. Your palm, your knuckles, your lips, before he’s telling you that everything will be okay. Whispering “You’re alright” and “I’m here” between every peck he leaves on your lips.

004. HEATED KISSES

The passionate but rushed pace always brings a heat to your gut, Hyunjin’s breaths mingling with your own as you pull each other impossibly closer. Your hands grip his clothes, your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers run through his hair, and Hyunjin does the same. His fingers running along your waistband and his lips trailing dangerously closer to the edge of your shirt, leaving love bites and marks that bloom across your skin like you’re one of his many canvases. His favorite one.

His fingers dig into your hips, and his kisses send you spiraling, until they turn into simple brushes of your lips between shaking breaths and then into a series of short pecks so you can get air back into your lungs.

HIS FAVORITE KISSES TO GIVE YOU

surprise kisses: he loves seeing the look on your face

stomach kisses: the way you giggle makes him smile

forehead kisses: when he needs to feel you close to him

HIS FAVORITE KISSES FROM YOU

cheek kisses: it makes him smile

slow kisses: he loves to feel your lips linger on his

playful kisses: he loves feeling you smile against his lips

a/n: tysm for reading <33 something light in the spur of the moment!! thanks again to moot for letting me build on this idea it’s much appreciated, I hope I did it justice! I do plan on making more plot based content so these posts will just be smth cute in the meantime <3 I’m considering doing boyfriend habits so lmk if ur interested!

[icecoldwilliams]

Headcanon: What if Nina had known about Steve from the moment he was born and raised him herself?

//Well, that would kiiiiinda be physically impossible anon. Considering she was in a cryogenic slumber/coma when Steve was born and for nearly twenty years and all.

But if you're asking about this in an AU sense where the cryosleep didn't happen and Nina had Steve naturally??? Tbh as absolutely adorable of an idea as Nina raising Steve would be, I still have trouble picturing this happening. Maybe it's just my mind being wrapped up in technicalities like it usually is lol, but I genuinely do not see Nina ever having any desire to have kids whatsoever, so if given an AU where the cryosleep never happened and Heihachi never ordered Steve be created using her, I genuinely and sadly do not see Steve existing at all. 

I’ll explain a few of the many reasons why I feel this way below for anyone interested, but I’m sorry this was probably not the answer you were looking for anon 😭

First off, Nina loves her job, it's her whole life, it's practically her only passion. I really do feel like she would rather die than quit her job - I mean hell the fact that she nearly risks her life every time she does her job is proof of that -, but if she had a child to raise, she'd either have to quit her job as an assassin, or risk all the dangers that come with continuing her job while raising him. I.e anyone an assassin cares about is immediately a target, the constant at times weekly traveling that will absolutely have a negative effect on the kid, etc. etc.

Another big thing is, Nina is very aware of herself if that makes sense? She's aware of how cold and intimidating she comes across to others, she's aware of how coldly and harshly she treats others and she's aware of the fact that a lot of the time she takes joy in doing so. Not to mention she's aware of how hectic her life can be. But as 'cold hearted' as Nina may be, she would never wish for a child to have to deal with someone like how she perceives herself. The only thing Nina isn't aware of about herself is how softer and actually caring she can actually be with a select few under that icy surface of hers - because 1) she will deny that eight ways to Sunday and 2) not many have reached through said icy surface for anyone - including herself - to notice that side even exists. As far as she's concerned, that side died when she had her emotions robbed from her.

And the last reason I'll list is simply that Nina does not like dealing with kids in general. Don't get me wrong, I do headcanon that she's surprisingly..okaaay with them??? (^again rare af softer side lol) but she can only handle them for very short periods of time. She has Anna bugging her every step of her life, that's enough children for her.

Now all that in mind, let's say you add another parental figure or a trusted partner for Nina into the equation, and maybe, just maaybee there might be a slim chance she'd consider having kids. But even then it's slim due to the prior mentioned reasons.

So as fun as it is to imagine Nina having a normal life and being that mom who would absolutely roll up to a school, 80's rock music playing in her fancy car, and march into the principles office to cause hell whenever Steve got in trouble, other than that brief mental image the closest thing I could see to Nina raising a kid is maybe mentoring one or a few for some reason someday. I'm sorry again anon😭

[lovewillthaw-j]

Gorgeous drawings, I love the art style.

This reminded me painfully of this short fanfic: Scarlet.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9948696/1/scarlet-scarlet

TL;DR - little Anna is seriously sick with scarlet fever (no antibiotics in the 1840s) and is slipping away from dehydration and fever 😭. (tw: death from sickness/infection)

Little Elsa comes out of her room for once and takes care of Anna with her ice. In the fic Elsa unleashes her icy FURY against the fever, this part is so heart wrenching...I'm crying 😭 and she cradles delirious Anna and feeds her droplets of ice.... Oh my heart... 😭

Excerpt below (bold emphasis mine)

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Nothing. Anna's chest rises, jitters, falls. No more.

Elsa hovers her hands over Anna's face, her throat. She can feel the heat in both, burning, boiling, and she closes her eyes against the dark snowy raging cold blooming deep her in chest, her belly. When she speaks again it's not to Anna.

"Get out," she says, and she's pulling her gloves off, the pretty blue gloves Papa gave her for her birthday. "Get out"—she drops the gloves, reaches for Anna, cups Anna's scalding face—"get out, get out of her, she's my sister. You can't stay, you can't have her, she's only eight and she belongs here and she's mine, my sister, my little sister, get out—"

"Oh, oh ssshh," says Elsa, because Anna's crying and she's crying too. "Ssssh, Anna, ssshh, I'm here, I've got you, see? Ssssh." She clambers into the bed alongside Anna, fits her knees to Anna's hip and peppers her face with kisses, every new freckle. She holds her half in her lap, watching the frost bud on her fingers and watching it melt, watching Anna's red, red tongue catch the droplets. "Sshhh, I'll get you water, I'll get you something better than that," she promises, and she calls for Mama then, calls for Papa, and Anna threads hot little fingers through her sleeve and clutches it tight, tight, tight.

Anna's mouth works. There's ice in her hair and on her cheeks, bumpy atop the rash, wet ice but not done, not gone, not melting. Elsa runs a trembling hand over Anna's poor blistered lips and Anna sucks at them feebly, tossing her head on her pillow. She licks Elsa's palm, licks the stippled ice there, opens dull, glazed eyes and husks out, "Elsa," just once. She's shivering.

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My heart.... The fact that they didn't reunite after this encounter is the most painful... Cos Elsa used her magic for good for once, for her beloved little sister... 😭 she touched Anna and didn't hurt her 😭 the last time she told Anna "I've got you" was the accident... This time she brought Anna back from death's door... 😭 Her sisterly, almost maternal instinct was stronger than her fears and used her powers for good...this fever was something she could unleash her mighty ice powers against...

If I were Anna I almost feel like I'd go through this sickness again just to feel Elsa cuddle me and hold me... 😭

If only Elsa could make all little children with fever better today...

Posting it here for posterity’s sake.

This is a localization I made for the threads on /co/

Author:

akamiru_

This is Part 1.

Link to Part 2:

https://chileanon.tumblr.com/post/662224178188107776/

Links to original source in Japanese:

https://twitter.com/akamiru_/status/1436604917301481478

https://twitter.com/akamiru_/status/1436605007743238152