#na baekjin x reader

[valeriele3]

Donald Na x GN! Reader

A short fic to commemorate Weak Hero's 5 year run

Warnings: Ooc, angst, implied s*icide attempt and !!!MAJOR END SPOILERS!!!

"I had a dream.."

"The usual prophetic dreams again?"

"̵̯̒Y̵̻̏e̷͖͐s̷̮̄,̵̳̾ ̴̙̇y̴̬̆o̴̻͆ų̵̃ ̵͈͌w̸͇̄e̴̤̽r̵͔͋e̴͖̔ ̵͍̈ö̸̙n̵̰͗ ̷̻̾à̴̙ ̴̧͒r̶̙͆õ̶͍ă̷͓d̴̜͑ ̶̛̫a̵̺͝n̷̲͘d̸̙͌ ̵͔̈́t̶̰͌h̷͚͌e̸͎̚ṙ̸͇e̵̞̿ ̷̰͠ẘ̷͔a̶̱̐s̸̙͝ ̷̧͋a̵͎̽ ̷̢̇p̵̤̓e̷̼͛r̵̆ͅs̵̉ͅo̸̝͠ṋ̴̽ ̷̪̄w̴͚͝i̶̹͋t̵͔͠h̸̾ͅ ̸̘̇g̶͔̕r̴͈̓ä̷̡́ý̵̲ ̸̲̏h̷̙̏ã̵̲ĩ̶͚r̵͍̄ ̸̰̇s̵̝͆c̸͈̆r̵̻͘ȅ̵̮a̷͔̾m̵͕̍ỉ̵̞ń̷͍ĝ̸̼ ̴͓͂o̷̖͊n̸̳̈́ ̵̟̑ä̸̧́n̵̤͝ ̸̥͗o̴̢͒ṽ̵̮e̸̮̋ŕ̶̤p̶̣͗a̴͠ͅṡ̴̞s̶̳̎.̵̛̦ ̷̯̅I̴̦͠ ̴͗ͅt̶̝̄h̶̰́î̷̥ṇ̵͐k̶̖͗ ̷̻̓h̶̪̓ḙ̴̈ ̸͔̄w̴͙̕ǎ̴̙s̵̭̍ ̵͙͋y̷̦̔ẹ̷͊l̵̟̔l̶̘̒i̷̫͝n̵̼̅g̸̛̼ ̷̖͠ŝ̵ͅȯ̷͉m̴̩͒e̴͚͆t̶̖̿h̸̖̀i̸̮̊n̶̳̕g̸͕̎ ̴̟͐ä̶̳́ṫ̷̪ ̵̟̀y̴̠̓ō̶͈u̸̡̚.̵̘͗"̵̼̈́

"When do you think it'll happen?"

"Maybe in a few years. You had multiple tattoos and definitely looked much older than you do right now."

Friday, November ?? 20XX

The D-Day

A̷̬͉̹̖͙̫̟͌̈́̂h̶͇͙̲̲̮͕̹͇̜͈̳̭̒͊̌͋̍͐͛̃͛̓́̃̕͜ͅ,̶̢̯̞̖͓͇͆̾̓̊̎̌͋̿̍͝͝ ̶̛̦̠̬̫͉̮̻̳͈͈͂̒̏͋̈́̓͜ͅw̴̡̢̤̤͑͂h̷̛̰͕̬͙̄̿̄́͗̃̔̐͛̅͂͂͜ÿ̴͎̐̿ ̸̡̨̗̙͎̮̜̻̪̯̤͌̊̋̌̿̉̀́̄̓́̇̓̚ͅĩ̷̬̪̲̌̌̑̌s̵̝̭̲̗͛̔̏̅͂͝ͅ ̴̢̡̪̻̭͚̖̠̝͉̻͔͉͕̱͋͊̊̃̈́̿̈́̀̄̔͂͛į̴̯̘͕͎̼͋͗̇ͅͅt̴͎̳̰̮͎̟͇̰͎̦̜͎͎̦̭͌̒̈́͗̈͊̍̐͒̍̌͋̕ ̸̬͕̞̟̮͐̀͛͒̇̋͝ṫ̸̨̻̣͍̤̲̗̎̿̌̌́͂̽͋̕̚ḧ̴̘̪̰́̇́ã̵̡̧̫͙̼̼̖̖̳̊̓̉̈́̒͂̆̚͜ͅt̸̛̛̖͓̂̔̽̀́̂̕ ̸̛͚̙̩͈̽̀̀́̀̾̀̊o̷̧̢̨͇̱̦̣͎̮̹̝͈̭̐́͌͂͑̋̈́̉͐͆̏̓̏̆͜͠n̸̘̫̣̩̭̻̭̹̠̤̦͈̗̭̰̈́̐͌̑͝ļ̸̠̙̱̮̱̝̉̎̍̉̈̇͂̃͐͐̚y̶̮̲̭̩͉̫̗̭̹̞̲̲͖͐́͑̑̍͋͛̂͒̀͝͝ ̸̛̯̱̫̫̅̒̇̅͆̈́͆̑̾̂̿͑̚ń̷̡̛̹̫͇͍̖̼̥̰̆͊̑̅̍̚o̵̡͘ŵ̴̙̜͋ ̸̖̠̫̞̖̈́͒̒ḑ̵͈̲̿̓̉̑͒̒̉ͅõ̶̟̲̪̪̥̠͎̘̖̔̆́͗̀̈́̅̆͐̂͛͠ ̵̡̛̄̒̋͆́͜͠͠I��̧͚̯̣͓͚̱̫̙̆͆̃̅̃̋ ̶̢͇̫̖͚͇̻̣̖͎͉̞̔͗̇͋̈́̍͂̀̉͆́́̔̕͜͜͝r̵̢͙̥͉̠̔́̔̂͂́̓̌̂̈̾̂̿̈e̷̡̧̟̦̲̬̤̙͍͕͙͖̍m̷̡̟̖͖̻̙͙̞̝̮̦͌̊̈́̍̔̊͆̄̊̀́̑e̸̪̠̙̅ḿ̵̡̢̛̰͚͍͇̯̘͈̙̮̺̱̭͂̾̀̽̏̽̊̎̕ͅḃ̴̧̲̱̳̭͖̤̆͒͂͆̀͑̇́̋̎͘̕͠e̶̢̘͋̈́r̵̙̩̖͈̝͇̈́̎̐̎̎͘͝͠ͅ ̸̙̈́́̽ṫ̷̝͚̬͔̻̜͓̤̎̂̔̄̂͛̀̐̃͒̈́ĥ̸̛̛̻̘̲̙͒̏̋́̅͌̇̒͐̅͘͜ȃ̵̧̫͓̪̰͕͔͔̪̣̹͇̯̹͗t̴̲̺̻̞̙̬̏͐̆̇̀̽͑̒̓̓͗̒ ̵̢̛͉̖̝̺̹̝̯̪̹̘̝͆́͐̈̒͗͊̂͂̉̕ḑ̸̡̢̼̮̹̠̘̪͖̤̦̜̗͐̀̿̈͐̓͗͒͐͑͘͘͝͝r̵̬̀̉͒̇̊̂͋ͅe̵̩̗͖͗̀̊̈́͋̈́͒̂̀̉͝ǻ̷̠̲̳̯̰̾́͆̇̽͋̐ͅͅm̶͇̥̻͎̝̳̰̬̞͎̺̬͔͕̅̇ ̵̡̧̯̲͚͚͎̩̻͉͍͖̹͉͋̽̓̔̊̋̄͐̅͂̚̕͘ͅa̷̯̮̣̤̘͙̥̯̥͂͌̌̈̄͑̓̅͘͝g̶̼͈̈͛͐̀̿͌̎̾͒̄̒̕ȧ̸̧͖͕͚̤̩̰̗͉̥̩̪̘́̽͛́̇ḯ̵̢̢̲̖̰͚͇̄̇̈́͋͆ǹ̷͎̼͔̞̮͎̭̞̻̺̟̠̰̄̾̆̽́̇̐̂̕͘?̵̖̱̹̝̬̰̀͜͝ͅ

"Is..This really how it ends?"

"Hey..Wake up. Please. Wake up right now."

"This isn't funny. Get up."

"Donald!"

'Please..'

'Please, don't let this be the end.'

???

"Y/N-"

"Kingsley."

"Let go of me"

Kingsley hesitates, but soon lets go of your arm.

"He..You know that Donald wouldn't want you to do something like this."

You knew, no, you both knew the immense pain of losing Donald.

Whatever pain you may be feeling right now, you know that Kingsley is feeling the same amount of pain.

"I know that. I really do, but what else can I do if he isn't here anymore? What's the point in seeing the sun rise if I can't see him anymore?"

After what felt like a hundred years of silence, a single tear dropped to the floor, followed by a hundred more tears.

Kingsley was silent, and in a way, it was comforting. His silence said a thousand words that he couldn't say out loud, but you understood.

So you both stood there; not even a single word slipped from your guy's mouth. Only your cries and sobs can be heard in the ambience of the night.

[weakheroposting]

17 HOUR TIME LAPSE AND I JUST FINISHED THE LINE ART 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[gojocp]

HII DERR!!

Can I request a fluff oneshot with Donald Na?

Donald Na has a long time crush for reader and whenever he sees reader from afar, he would stop and just watch them. But one time, one of reader's friends noticed and told them someone was watching her and he almost got caught. So he just decides to confess his love for reader.

It depends on you on how it ends ><

admiring from afar

cw: fluff, probably ooc (so sorry), bro's lowkey staring like creeps LMAO featuring: donald na

a/n: I AM BACK YA'LL!! also, tysm for the request, this idea is so cute omg !! hope you enjoy, lmk how this is!

"donald? are you listening?" kingsley asks, for the nth time this week. it was starting to agitate him since he wanted to tell donald about what was going on in the union, and he just didn't seem to care! "donald." kingsley repeats.

"huh? oh, yes kingsley, what is it?" donald asks, tearing his focus away from you and to the man trying to talk to him. with a raised eyebrow, kingsley asks, "are you staring at (y/n) again?"

"no, i'm not staring. i'm simply observing. they're a real nutcase, that (y/n)." donald replies, almost having his cover blown. resulting in an unimpressed "uh-huh" from kingsley.

"well, regarding the fight between jimmy bae and.." kingsley begins. 'aaand, he's not listening.' kingsley thinks. he look at donald, then at you happily talking with your friends, then at donald again. 'he cares about them more than the union?' .・。.・゜✭・.

"are you still staring at them?" kingsley asks. "again, not staring. i'm-" "yes, you're observing." kingsley interupts, cutting donald off. he recieves a pointed look, but donald lets it slide.

a small, fond smile is apparent on donald's face as he watches you from afar. and it disappears as soon as it could be seen, as your friend takes notice of his "observing".

"(y/n), do you know that blonde guy?" your friend asks. you turn around and make eye contact with him for a split second, before he averts his gaze. "yeah they do! that's their boyfriend~!" another friend teases. "he's not my boyfriend, we're just friends! he's my class and i think he's kinda cute.." you say, taking a sip of your drink. "well, boyfriend or not, he was staring at youuu~!" your friend sang out, wriggling her eyebrows at you.

"no he's not!! donald's probably looking at something else." you deny, feeling your cheeks grow warm. "well, donald's looking again." she responds. you turn to look at donald and catch him looking at you. you hold eye contact for a bit before turning away. "okay, maybe he is looking at me." you say with a flushed face. "but, whatever! i'm sure it doesn't mean anything.." you continue, taking another sip from your drink. .・。.・゜✭・.

the next day, you recieve a text from him.

'meet me in my office at 5.'

'why does he want me to go to his office?' you ponder. nonetheless, you arrive there at 5 and knock on the door. "it's (y/n)." you call out.

donald quickly opens the door and stares at you. "can..uh- can i come in?" you ask with a sheepish smile.

"yeah, yes.. come in.." he responds, opening the door more to make space for you. "uh- here, for you.." he says bashfully, holding out a bouqet of flowers.

"thank you!" you beam, gratefully accepting them from his hands and taking a seat.

"listen.. i'm just going to get straight to the point.." he starts, taking a seat in front of you. "i like you.. a lot." he continues, staring at the flowers in your hand. "and..i was wondering.. if i could.. be your boyfriend.." he trails off, feeling his ears turn pink.

"i- wh- yes!" you sputter, stunned at the sudden confession. "i would." you smile at him.

"yes? okay.. okay, i have a meeting soon, but meet me at ____ restaurant at 6?" he asks standing up, the corner of his lips curling upwards the slightes bit.

"of course, i'll be there." you respond, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and walking out the door.

[sadboiweebabo]

"I'll tell you where he is if you stop!"

I'm new to writing on Tumblr and writing in general. I posted this on Wattpad and Ao3 too so if you see it there it's probably me.

Pairings- Na Baekjin(Donald Na)/Reader - Ahn Suho(Stephan Ahn)/Yeon Sieun(Gray Yeon)

A little angsty tbh (Listen to Yes to Heaven for the best experience)

You barely paid any attention to your boyfriend's work unless it was hanging out with Jake. You knew what he did and you knew that if he wanted to he could kill you. You were okay with that because of how gentle and kind he is to you. You always said “I love you” and “I need you” to him. He never said it back. You gaslit yourself in thinking that he did want and love you. In the end, he just is too scared to say it because it could be seen as a weakness. You always cry when he doesn't come back from work. You know how strong he is, but you still fear if someone were just to be a little stronger. Now that happened. He miscalculated. Your oh-so-very smart boyfriend miscalculated. Now you’re running to a random park in Yeongdeungpo. You saw on this website called “Shuttle Pass” or something along the lines of that that he got in a really really big fight. When you saw pictures of the fight you recognized 2 men. 1 being your boyfriend Na Baekjin. 2 Yeon Sieun the boyfriend of your brother. You got adopted into the Ahn family after your biological family gave you up. You knew that there was no normal reason for Sieun to be there. You decided to get a ride to Yeongdeungpo to see what the hell was going on. You finally reached the park, extremely out of breath. You’re next to Kingsley, your boyfriend’s right-hand man. You look up from your panting state. Complete dread is plastered all over your face. Sieun is beating the absolute shit out of Jin. You don’t know what to do. You’re not qualified to do anything here. The only you do is scream. You have a bunch of teenage boys staring at you. Some knew who you were some didn’t. You knew only one way to stop Sieun. “Sieun-oppa, he’s awake.” His movement falters a bit as he looks at you. “Suho?” He now has tears falling down his face. You only notice when you get closer. Everyone's eyes are on you. All you are focused on is getting Jin out of this. “You’ve really grown since the incident at school.” You smile at Sieun. You place a hand on his cheek. You really care about him. He was like a second older brother to you. He taught you how to play video games, how to put on proper eyeliner, and how he helped you with homework. Now he is beating your boyfriend's face. You caress Sieun’s beautiful skin. You say the only thing you think could make him stop. "I'll tell you where he is if you stop!" You shout out desperate for Sieun to let go. When you say that he does. You take your hand off Sieun’s face and rush over to Jin. “Jin-oppa, are you awake?” You get a small nod. Your tears start running down your face once again. Pulling Jin close you whisper how much you love him and about how much you need him to be with you. Sieun looks at you two. You don’t know what he’s thinking. You don’t need to know. All you need is Jin alive with you right now. You lift him onto your shoulder, then you look at Sieun. “We can talk over Chinese.” With that, you drag his limp body to the car that Kingsley directed you to. You bring him to his and Kingsley’s shared house. You only want him to stay alive. To be able to finally tell you how much he loves you, how much he needs you. You know you’ll have to bring him to a hospital soon and unblock Sieun from your phone or he’ll try to fight Jin again. You are finally ready for the taste of Chinese again.

[imkumichan]

Being the only female member of the Union as the powerhouse of your highschool. You're not neccessary strong, but if Baekjin Na has to choose someone to make a big contract, you are the first on his list. Baekjin Na knows you are up to something but he doesn't bother to find out what it was because he doesn't feel threaten by you. But who knows? You're slowly destroying the Union from the inside with manipulated the situations and other members who are no longer want to be part of the Union.

You are the only female of the Union's member

You are unranked

Not many Union's member knows you

Baekjin Na usually will call you personally if he needs something.

Yes, you are not a threat for him. What can you do to against him anyway?

Though make no mistake, he might not see much of your worth for the Union, but he doesn't underestimates you.

You are a girl, and not strong enough even to fight against other leader from other school. But you have your brain to make the situation on your favor.

[dontkickmyshin]

it's a cruel summer (with you)

You and Donald Na get wrapped up in a summer romance. It doesn't end well.

F/M, Angst, Hurt no comfort

Inspired by the song 'Cruel Summer' by Taylor Swift

(and I’m drunk in the back of the car-)

You leaned into the man’s shoulder, cloth rubbing against your skin, your two bodies pressed against each other. You inhaled, and expensive cologne filled your nostrils, dampening your already dulled senses.

"But whyyyy?” You slurred, leaning into him even further. Your voice comes out whinier than usual, like that of a disobedient child, but you’re too drunk to care. The man next to you stays silent, and you steal a glance at him. His cold steely gaze is harsh in comparison to the soft fabric of his sweatshirt sleeve- lined with golden motifs and bought with an absurd amount of money no high schooler should have had access to. 

“Donald.”

Donald Na’s red eyes land on you for a second (you don’t know how to feel- elated that you caught his attention, or small, under his shrinking gaze, his silence a simple reminder that you aren’t worth his time. But, a smaller voice in your head whispered, He hasn’t pushed you away. And for you, that was enough.) before shifting back to the road. 

You follow his line of sight- red and green traffic lights and moving cars blurring into one under the droplets of rain beating down on the windows. To anyone outside in the pouring rain it might’ve seemed warm and cozy, but to you it was as cold as ever. You looked back at his face, his beautiful, angelic, face. Angelic, hah. Pretty, snake like red eyes that were hellbent on ignoring you, pale, flawless, undented skin, like you were looking at a marble statue. 

It was laughable how someone who looked like they could’ve been sculpted by God himself was capable of doing so much harm. (Some poetic part of you thought that your comparison of him to a marble statue was rather fitting- beautiful, yet cold and untouchable. You supposed it was the alcohol talking.)

It started back at the bar.

~

It was hot outside when you met him. The summer was in, and you were drinking your way through the sweltering heat in the bar. 

Donald was there sometimes, and he had always caught your eye. How could he not? Tall, pale, and tattooed, radiating an expensive yet untouchable aura, always watching, never taking a sip. It intrigued you, so much that one day you approached him. He seemed sort of amused by your arrival, and in a way it felt demeaning- like you were just some idiotic girl that he saw as entertainment. You pushed it away.

One thing about Donald Na, is that he did everything right. He was charming, bought you drinks and bantered with you, yet you knew that this man was a bad idea the moment you set eyes on him. You were drawn in anyways. It’s not built to last. That’s what you told yourself. It’s just a casual fling. You weren’t sure you believed yourself, as his snake-like eyes met your own (his captivating aura was even stronger up close), from your view next to him on the booth seat. 

He smiled at you (God, he was gorgeous) and you knew that your entire being was going to be consumed by this man, like he was a black hole and you were the astronaut who floated away too far from the space station. Only you were jumping in willingly. 

Perhaps that was a mistake, dedicating every fiber of your being to something you knew could only end in tragedy.

He started coming in more often, still never consuming a drop of alcohol. You asked him why once, and he smiled at you with that smirk of his- the one that said he was always in charge of the situation (the one that drove you crazy)- and said that it was ‘dirty’. The two of you talked for a bit at the bar, before you started meeting at other places. Late nights where you’d text him all of a sudden, asking him if he wanted to go to the park to ‘hang out’. Oh, please. It was a date, and both of you knew it. 

Other times he’d be the one calling you up, abruptly informing you that he’d reserved a table for two that night at some fancy restaurant with a complicated name that you had no idea how he could afford, telling you to clear your schedule. He’d bring you in, arm around your waist, walking like he owned the fucking place. Despite all the time the two of you spent hanging out, you didn’t know that much about him. 

He was from Yeo-il High apparently, but aside from that he was some sort of enigma to you, expertly dodging questions about his job and personal life, and especially his background, half truths rolling off his tongue as if he was used to twisting the situation to his advantage. That should have scared you off; a man with something to hide is not a man to be trusted. You knew that, and yet you ignored it. All the red flags that should have pushed you away drew you even closer to Donald Na.

You guessed it was just some dumb, self destructive part of you that wanted to know more, craved the feeling of having him open up to you when he was so on guard with everyone else, that screamed louder than the sensible part of your brain that told you that this could only end badly. So for a couple months as the two of you grew closer, you lived in a false reality, a dream where you were always aware that the alarm clock was going to come ringing eventually. You took a gamble; you made a bet.

~

It started back at the bar. 

Donald had to admit that when you first showed up, pretty face flushed from alcohol, he didn’t think much of you. He watched in amusement as you struck up a conversation with him, played along as you flirted with him, yet the more he talked to you, he couldn’t help but get the growing feeling that you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. He was good at that, at reading people. He decided he wanted to see where this would go- talking to old men and delinquents all day was frustrating after all. He needed some normal human interaction too.

You were ordinary. And he meant that as a compliment. Frankly, Donald was bored of dealing with delinquents who thought they were tough shit until they got a taste of his fist, tired of the business meetings and stuffy suits. He had learned to savour the ordinary in his everyday life, knowing that it would fade away soon enough; sitting in his dark office, eating soft bread, watching the traffic below. 

He would listen as you talked about your life, about your parents, about drama at your prestigious all girls school, about your grades, just anything. It was so different from his dangerous, crime filled life. It was peaceful. Each moment he spent with you felt like he was pressing pause on his reality and jumping into another one, one where he wasn’t stressed out running a criminal empire, one where he could just spend time slowly talking with you under the dim lights of the bar.

But all good things had to come to an end. It was a cruel lesson that life taught Donald again and again, to the point where he got used to leaving and being left. He knew that this secret relationship couldn’t last forever- It wasn’t built to last. He had accepted it as a fact. One thing that Donald valued, even more than his criminal empire, even more than his own life, even more than you, was his reputation.

It was his reputation that kept him alive, that made sure that fuckers who would usually be trying to oppose him, couldn’t even look him in the eye. It was what let him lead the Union so flawlessly, and he knew that at the slightest slip up, the smallest mistake, all the scum that had cowered at his feet before would come running. Loved ones were seen as a liability in his world, as weaknesses to exploit. He wasn’t gonna risk all that he’d worked for, what he'd spent all these years building up just for a small crush, a summer fling.

He looked down at you, leaning against his body, his jacket over your bare shoulders. He would miss you when you were gone.

~

"We should stop meeting up." 

Donald’s icy tone broke the peaceful silence that hung over the table. You blinked, drunken mind taking a moment to process what he said. When his statement finally registered, you swivelled around to face him, grimacing when your head spun. Shit.

“What?” You put your hand to your head, rubbing at your temple; you must’ve misheard him. But there was no mistaking the way his light hearted voice turned hard, no mistaking the whiplash it gave you.  

“We should stop meeting up.” Donald Na always got straight to the point. Speaking frankly even when he was breaking your heart. 

You moved yourself off of his side, sitting up straight, as if his words had sobered you up.

“Why? What are you talking about?” You watched him- cold, red eyes and an indifferent expression. You felt your heart drop. He had to be fucking joking. Your life depended on it. 

The thrill of the chase was wearing off, and now it was time to face the consequences.

“You know what I mean. Let’s end this.” Donald didn’t look at you as he stood up. The last pieces of hope that you clung on to fully disintegrated into ash. You knew that face; the cold, distant one that he put on when he was annoyed. “You’re drunk. I’m getting a taxi.” 

You chased after him as he walked out of the bar, yanking on his sleeve with a manicured hand. 

“Wait- Tell me what I fucking did wrong. Don’t just leave, Goddamnit!” 

Donald sighed, and you knew whatever came next would be painful. Even if it was just the truth. You weren’t sure why you asked the question- perhaps it just slipped out due to intoxication and desperation, hoping to hear another answer rather than the one that you’ve already known since the start. 

A cab pulls up on the street before he can start. You get in, and he does too. 

Rain starts to pour as the cab door slams shut, and the driver steps on the gas, soft jazz music playing on the radio. Red, orange, and yellow leaves fell from the trees, your eyes following them as they hit the ground. Just like a movie scene. You wondered if there was a God out there. How cruel, if this was the fate that they had chosen for you. But then again, you did suppose you chose it yourself. 

Maybe it was unfair to blame everything on an omnipotent being you weren’t sure was even there. The calming music, and the thudding of the heavy rain on the windows made your eyelids heavy, but you couldn’t fall asleep- not like this.

“But whyy?” You cut through the heavy silence. Donald kept quiet, and the cab driver minded his business. Fuck. It felt like you were freezing inside the taxi. You wondered if the vehicle had heating, as you leaned into Donald’s shoulder. His sweater was warm. He however, was colder than ever, as he watched the road, like whatever was going on outside was so much more interesting than you. You took a moment to admire his face.

Pale skin, piercings and scarlet eyes. At least even in uncertainty one thing stayed the same.

“Donald.” 

He said nothing. 

“Goddamnit, you asshole. Don’t ignore me.” He turned to face you, and your heart leapt. 

“Goodnight.”

The cab came to a halt outside a large house. You’d been there before, marvelling at Donald's tall ceilings and designer furniture. 

“Wait-” You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“Get her home safe.” Donald cast you a glance before the door shut, and the car sped off. 

It felt like the universe was playing a big prank on you today. Like you were the galaxy’s equivalent of a little kid wearing a dunce hat in the back of the classroom and everyone else was just pointing at you and laughing. 

Hahahaha. You just got dumped, or whatever the term for what just happened for the strange relationship you and Donald Na shared was, and then stood up in the back of a taxi. Hilarious.

But you wouldn’t end things. Not like this, in the pouring rain in the backseat of a cab. The alcohol spurred you on, making you bolder than you usually would’ve been. You’ve already made so many bad decisions, what was one more?

“Stop the car.” The taxi driver cast a quick, incredulous look back. “Stop, now?”

“Stop, now.” 

The driver stared at you like you were mad, but you paid it no mind, pulling dollar notes out of your purse and handing it to him as he slammed on the brakes. 

“Thank you.” 

You jumped out of the car and into the raging storm. The water hit your bare shoulders, but you felt numb to the cold, your mind focused on only one thing. Your head was throbbing, but you were sober enough to walk straight.

 That would be enough for you, as you ran towards Donald's home, pressing the doorbell repeatedly. The storm around you didn’t stop, beating into you persistently, soaking you, your minidress, and anything you had on underneath. Water pooled around your feet, and you knew that the heels you had on would be ruined by the end of the night. 

Finally, the door cracked open, and streaks of light broke the inky darkness that you stood in. Donald stood there too, looking down at you with those vermillion eyes. His eyes widened slightly, though the rest of his face remained levelled, like he was surprised you were there but decided to mask it with apathy.

“Go home. You’re going to get sick.” His tone sounded indifferent, but you could pick up on hints of? exhaustion? exasperation? regret? 

If you regret it so much, take me back, you asshole.

“Tell me why.” Your voice came out hoarse, and you cleared your throat. You tried your best to stay still under his stare, under his overwhelming presence.

His eyes narrowed, and his lips grew taut, before finally, he broke eye contact and let out a sigh. 

Exasperation, you were right. 

You knew you were probably quite a pathetic sight; shivering and soaked to the bone. You hoped your makeup wasn’t running. 

“There are some things I can’t tell you. On my part, I’m sorry things had to end this way.” 

“But let’s be honest. We both knew that this wouldn’t go well, so let’s not pretend that you didn’t know this would happen.” 

He moved to close the door, and the pounding of the rain seemed to hit harder than usual. “Good night, and I mean it this time.”

For a second there it was as if you saw the grains of sand flowing down the invisible hourglass of your relationship, and you knew you had to do something- you didn’t know what, but something. 

“Wait! Please!” 

Donald paused. You saw his face through the crack of his front door. He looked tentative, like he was expecting you to say something. To try to change his mind.

So you did.

“I love you!”

You felt instantaneous regret as the words left your mouth.

You watched Donald for the hundredth time. He didn't scoff, or reply emotionlessly like you expected. What came next was much worst.

He laughed. You’ve heard Donald laugh before- usually just a soft chuckle in response to a joke you made. This was a hollow, humorless laugh that chilled you to the bone.

You’d practically studied Donald’s face, every soft curve and every sharp angle had been practically memorised by you, carved into your mind.

But this wasn’t something you’ve seen before. A devilish smile. How ironic; you’d compared him to an angel just moments before. Well, the devil came in many forms. Maybe Donald Na was one of them. You unconsciously took a step back. 

He caught his breath, and his laughter ceased.

“No, you don’t.”

The door slammed shut.

~

Pure despair.

It had been a while since you had last felt it. 

Truth is, you didn’t cry easy. When you got sad, you got moody. And when you got moody, you got angry, lashing out and sulking until you cooled down as a way to cope with the pain. Now, there was none of that. No one to blame but yourself.

The tears did not come out in a rush; it built up slowly in the wells of your eyes before cascading down your face like a dam had been broken, getting heavier and heavier until you were fully sobbing. You let out a raw, anguished cry, like a banshee in the night.

You had prepared yourself for this a million times, waited for this moment to come, but you never expected it to hurt like this. 

At that moment, you wished you were at home, in your comfiest pyjamas, taking in the warmth of your blanket. But you were crying on the front step of some man’s house, makeup and tears streaming down your face, half frozen to death. You should have brought your jacket along. 

Maybe this wouldn’t have happened had you thought this through.

Donald was right (of course he was). You did know that this was going to happen. You knew that this was the reality that was written for the two of you, carved in stone by the hand of whatever divine being was up there. And you didn’t love him. You just blurted it out of desperation to make him stay. 

After all, it was impossible to love somebody you didn’t know. 

Maybe you could have loved him, if this relationship wasn’t doomed from start to end. 

Sure, Donald could be cruel. But you were too, to want more than he had to give. You knew there was nothing more to it than a summer fling, and yet you threw yourself into it headfirst hoping that there could be something more. Well, there wasn’t. 

One part of you wondered what would have happened if you listened to your Goddamn brain and stayed away from him. Then you’d just be two strangers in a bar, with you constantly looking over at him in curiosity and him pretending not to notice your glances before finally failing to show up one day. Two planets orbiting each other, but never touching. 

(The reckless part of you, the one that got you into this mess, thought that it would’ve tortured you more if you had never approached Donald. How you would’ve stayed up at night, thinking about what it could’ve been.) 

You laughed in spite of yourself. You were gonna get yourself killed one day.

Numbly, you pushed yourself off of Donald’s doorstep, standing up wobbly, the tears blurring your vision. The cold rain had sobered you up, and your mind was clear. It was time to pull yourself together. You sent a glance back at Donald’s house. All of his lights were off except for one. You wondered if he had heard you cry. You wondered if he cared.  You guessed that you were of value to him, just not as much as whatever he was hiding from you. Not that it mattered anymore.

You knew you’d get over it eventually. Time heals all wounds, after all- like the grains of sand running over a jagged rock in a river until it became a smooth pebble, but for now, you would mourn. 

You looked around. The neighbourhood was a nice one, large houses lining the empty streets, lighted by rows of lamp posts. The wind blew colder, and both you and the tree skeletons shivered. The air had grew colder over the past few days, signalling the end of a long summer, and the start of autumn. The start of a new beginning. 

This time, you didn’t look back as you walked away.

[leftbrainrotsstuff]

I have a cousin who gels his hair up into a floof ™ every damn day and

1. It is a whole process, but that's another post

2. I once hid his gel and this puppy dog of a man lost it. I mean the stress was 📈

soooooo~

Baekjin Na who would die a little bit if you ever hid his hair gel

Baekjin Na who looks up at you with slowly building horror when he opens the drawer and its gone

Baekjin Na who chases you down if you have it in your hand

fighting a smile because it's never a dull moment with you

Baekjin Na who coins his next look with his hair down just to spite you

Baekjin Na who jokingly buys a lockbox specifically for it

[dailyakira]

Hi dailyakira :)

Finally getting to the ask!

For the aged up union executives:

What do you think their preference is- tits ass or thighs?

a/n: testing the waters! I KINDA FOUND THIS FUNNY LMAOOOO

warnings: i don't really find this suggestive but more wholesome HAHA, characters are adults.

jimmy bae - no preference

he loves every single part of you, and he loves to brag about it. he has a beautiful s/o who’s perfect in every single way, what is there not to brag about? he is full-on heart eyes for you and only you.

jake ji - thighs and titties

tell me i’m wrong. he loves those two assets, no matter what they look like. he loves to lean his head back on your thighs or titties while he’s deep in thought.

wolf keum - titties

this man would come back from a hard day at work and just put his face in your titties… like it’ll be so awkward but you’ll just stroke his hair while he relaxes. he’ll even spread his arms around your waist mid-way.

forrest lee - personality

he's the type to be like 'i respect women and i love them for their personalities.' he finds the question to be disrespectful to women in general. but he secretly has a thing for titties.. way to be hypocritical

donald na - ass and thighs

what can you say? he likes the best of both worlds. he just can't help but look at your ass and thighs. he thinks that they're pretty and he loves any birthmarks you have. he adores all of your features with little to no shame.

[gojocp]

Hello~

Are you taking request for Weak Hero???

Because I've got one!!

If yes, can I request Donald Na spending a last day with his sunshine girlfriend?? (Let's just say she's dying lol)

(sunshine - bright, stay positive type of a person)

first love/late spring

cw: angst, mention of character death featuring: donald na

a/n: hiii!! tysm for the request, the idea is so sad 😭😭hope you enjoy!! lmk how this is! < 33

"so please, hurry, leave me.. i can't breathe.. please don't say you love me" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'no.' was his first thought. 'no, no, no, no. this can't be happening.. not again..' he thinks. donald stares at you with wide eyes as you tell him the news. "i have leukemia." you say, looking down at your hands. "...what?" he asks quietly, eyes wide. "no.. no you- i-.." he trails off. his eyes start to water as he thinks of his mother, laying in the hospital bed on life-support.

as if you can read his mind, you say, "the doctor said chemotherapy is helpful, and the five-year survival rate is 65%. it'll probably go away with chemo, it's okay." you say, rubbing his back soothingly. "it'll be okay, donald." you add, placing a kiss on his temple.

"yeah, yeah.. it's okay, you're okay, you're fine, yeah.. it'll be okay.." he mumbles, trying to convince himself. .・。.・゜✭・.

that was 4 years ago, and things weren't looking good. you were losing your memory, your skin was pale, you were losing you appetite as swallowing became painful, you were losing weight, and it was harder to breathe.

donald visited whenever he could, but it became harder as the union grew. he took a few weeks off to spend time with you. there wasn't much left anyway.

donald sat by your bed holding you hand and placing soft kisses on it as he watched you rest. your cheeks had become hollow, your body frail. the doctor had informed him you didn't have much time left, a few days at most.

"donald..? is that you..?" you whisper. "yeah, i'm here.." he responds, softly. "what about your meeting?" you asked. "i already went.." he smiled, lying through his teeth. the meeting was 3 weeks ago. but he couldn't find it in his heart to correct you.

bang...bang..

"oh, hey! look, fireworks!" you beam, your eyes lighting up as you looking out the window. "is today something special?" you ask. "no.. i don't think so.." he responds. "hmm, i wonder what they're for.." you trail off. donald couldn't say the same, he set them up after all, knowing how much you enjoy watching them.

"when i go, i hope i go out just as beautifully.." you sigh, gazing out the window. "i'd like it if you didn't go at all.." he mumbles, watching your smile.

that's when reality hit for donald, you really were going. and it scared him.

"donald, i.." you begin, looking at your intertwined hands. 'please don't say it..' he thought. "i think i'm ready now.." you say, giving him a sheepish smile. 'fuck..that's even worse..'

"okay..." he starts, voice cracking as he tries to stay strong for you. and because he's loves you, he lets you say it. "i love you.."

"i love you too.." he says, covering his eyes with a hand in an attempt to hide his tears. "it'll be okay.. i'll be with you.." you begin. "in here," you point to his forehead, "and in here." you finish, pointing to his heart. and with that, you let sleep overtake you.

and you were right, maybe not in the way you meant it, but when he wakes up and your heart is no longer beating, the first places to hurt are his head and heart.

[valeriele3]

Donald Na

The D-Day Angst

[raccoonvibez]

Daddy Donald

Baekjin Na is so pale it'd be so easy to see when you make him blush 😳

[imkumichan]

Masterlist

Personal Interest

Favorites characters

Possible scenarios 

Webtoon 

Weak Hero

Baekjin Na

The Read Lesson/Get schooled

Hwajin Na [Recent Work]

Call of Duty

Marks [Ghost x Reader]

Mute

Konig

Call of duty x Dazai!Reader [Recent work]

Call of duty x Makima!Reader [Recent work]

Call of Duty x Ex!Child soldier!Reader

Hound

Weasel

Jujutsu Kaisen 

Gojo Satoru

Tabu [Taboo] x Student Reader, Part 1, Part II, Part 3, Final

Rasa [Feeling]

Stuck in the wall

Non-Con with Gojo-sensei

Cute Panties

The wife of the strongest Part 2, Part 3 Part 4, Part 5

If only they knew

Feeling [Alphabet]  G O J O S A T O R U 

Thigh High

Step by Step 

Okkotsu Yuuta

Sin ft Okkotsu Yuuta

Conglomerate AU [Recent work]

Sin ft Gojo Satoru

Feeling-Yandere Version O K K O T S U Y U U T A [Recent Work]

Zenin Naoya

Rules   First Rule, Second Rule, Third Rule [Recent Work]

Ryoumen Sukuna

Devoted To You

Until Hell Freezes Over

Feeling-alphabets R Y O U M E N S U K U N A [Recent Work]

Geto Suguru

Beloved

Path

Geto x Curse!Reader

Bit by Bit 

Feeling-alphabets G E T O S U G U R U

Nanami Kento

Sayangku (My Dearest)

Fushiguro Megumi

Why is he inside you? [Recent work]

Boku No Hero Academia   

Perverts [Aizawa x Student Reader]

Hawks/Takami Keigo

Spoiled [Hawks x Intern Hero]

Deku/Midoriya Izuku

Bastard!Pro Hero Deku x Reader

Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko

Shigaraki x Hero in Training Reader

Feeling S H I M U R A T E N K O [Recent Work]

Dabi/Todoroki Touya

Scumbag Older Brother Touya x Lil!Sister Reader

Feeling T O D O R O K I  T O U Y A [Recent Work]

Shingeki No Kyojin 

Levi Ackerman

Feeling Alphabet : L E V I A C K E R M A N 

Another Life  Jujutsu Kaisen AU 

Levi ackerman in Call of Duty AU

A shop for killers AU X Call of Duty crossover [recent work]

Corrupted BNHA AU [ft. Eren Jeager] 

Ring 

Levi Ackerman’s apprentice in JJK Universe, [SERIES]

Love Me

Levi Ackerman in Alice in Borderlands AU

Scenarios being spy

Conglomerate's daughter!Reader x Teashope owner Levi

A doctor who kills

Seducer

Human!Levi x Vampire!Reader

Blue Lock Player Levi Ackerman x GF!Reader [Recent work]

Eren Yeager

Feeling: Evil [Recent Work]

Bungou Stray Dogs

Having Ajin’s ability in BSD Universe 

[Series]

Boss!PM Dazai x Protege!Reader

Yandere PM!Dazai x Darling with Ajin ability

Tokyo Revengers  

Dollar’s leader

Haikyuu

Bokuto Koutarou

Kou-nii and His Friends

Ajin-Demi Human

Nagai Kei

Nagai x Reader

When Nagai and you finally dating

[raccoonvibez]

Lol Jimmy is an ass man 🤥🤔

Hi dailyakira :)

Finally getting to the ask!

For the aged up union executives:

What do you think their preference is- tits ass or thighs?

a/n: testing the waters! I KINDA FOUND THIS FUNNY LMAOOOO

warnings: i don't really find this suggestive but more wholesome HAHA, characters are adults.

jimmy bae - no preference

he loves every single part of you, and he loves to brag about it. he has a beautiful s/o who’s perfect in every single way, what is there not to brag about? he is full-on heart eyes for you and only you.

jake ji - thighs and titties

tell me i’m wrong. he loves those two assets, no matter what they look like. he loves to lean his head back on your thighs or titties while he’s deep in thought.

wolf keum - titties

this man would come back from a hard day at work and just put his face in your titties… like it’ll be so awkward but you’ll just stroke his hair while he relaxes. he’ll even spread his arms around your waist mid-way.

forrest lee - personality

he's the type to be like 'i respect women and i love them for their personalities.' he finds the question to be disrespectful to women in general. but he secretly has a thing for titties.. way to be hypocritical

donald na - ass and thighs

what can you say? he likes the best of both worlds. he just can't help but look at your ass and thighs. he thinks that they're pretty and he loves any birthmarks you have. he adores all of your features with little to no shame.