#sorry these took me a bit anon i was running low on motivation !

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🥞🍬˖°‎♡‧₊˚ AKIEMU MATCHING LAYOUTS! | requested by anon.

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Hi! I love your fics and I was wondering if I could request you a prompt with ler!Seokjin and lee!Yoongi from BTS. Basically in their rookie days when the members are just getting to know each other and some of the members think Yoongi is scary, so they mention it to Seokjin who says something like Yoongi’s just a big softie. a few days later they hear Yoongi’s (cute!!) laughter for the first time and go see what’s up and find Seokjin tickling him and they all think Yoongi’s really cute and maybe have them join in if you want. Sorry if this is long, lol. It’s also okay if you don’t want to write it!! Have a good day!

Hello Anon! I'm glad you like my fanfics as much as I love writing them for you all!!

・I find this prompt really adorable, so thank you for your request!!

・Sorry it took me so long to get to it, I just have so many ideas for fanfics like these, and yet my motivation is usually running on a down low, but hopefully you like this one!! I really enjoyed writing it :)))

I would also like to say that any further concepts, ideas, or pairings will be drabbles, which are short fanfics, due to the lack of me keeping up with longer projects that are currently sitting in my drafts.

Don't worry though! You can request a longer fanfic from me; just let me know with your idea or pairing so it doesn't accidentally turn up as a drabble!

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・Him? Scary? ・

Summary:

Yoongi appears to be scary and intimidating according to the rest of Seokjin's members, what better way to prove them wrong by bringing out Yoongi's soft side?

Warnings:

| negative comments | tickling |

This is not a ship fanfic

Enjoy!

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The members were having a hard time trying to get to know one another now that it's been a few weeks of practice for their next album. They were put right to work to making songs rather than them getting to know each other, so Seokjin came up with a game they could all play while they had a three day break from working.

Seokjin had everyone sit in a circle with hand made cards in the middle. The rules were that each player had to draw a card that displayed two questions; one for the player, and one for the person on the player's right. The player who then asks the person on their right a question, it would be that person's turn to draw a card. Easy right?

Well.. It was easy for Seokjin and Yoongi. The rest were a bit shy through out the game. But Taehyung and Jungkook? They were more so anxious than shy since they sat from either side of Yoongi, unfortunately for them.

Taehyung had to ask Yoongi a question since he was on his right, and then Yoongi would have to ask a question to Jungkook, who was on Yoongi's right.

They didn't mean any harm for acting the way that they were with him, he just seemed like a pretty scary and blunt person in general, unfortunately.

"Okay, uh... Yoongi.. What is your favorite color?" Taehyung asked carefully as to not make his voice quiet like all the other times he tried to ask him normally.

"My favorite color is black, although white is another color I fathom to take interest of." Yoongi said quickly, and honestly. He gave Taehyung a small smile, and reached for a card in the middle.

Taehyung thought of how sweet his smile was compared to how he actually felt about Yoongi's presence being right next to him. Nonetheless, he stayed silent and just took the smile.

"Okay.. The card asks what my favorite food is.. Uhmm.." Yoongi instinctively looked up at the ceiling to think of what his favorite food would be.

Everyone was looking at Yoongi intensively. They wondered if he would give up about a difficult question like the one he was given and storm off somewhere.. What a specific way to think about Yoongi's thought process, and yet they still hoped that he would answer and not do what they had initially thought.

"Oh! My favorite food would be Galbi(Korean barbecue) because it has meat in it, eheh." Yoongi chuckled at his answer. He looked back at everyone to realize how everyone was slightly leaning a bit forward to look at him.

Upon hearing this, they all went back in their comfortable sitting positions. They all looked at each other with confused looks with how carefree Yoongi was being than the usual blunt persona he put on when practicing.

"Uhum..okay then, uh.. Jungkook, the card asks where you would want to go if you could go anywhere in the world." Yoongi asked without further question on why everyone apart from Seokjin were acting kind of weird. He looked to his right, giving the Makenae a natural look than a heavy face.

"Uhm.. Let's see.." Jungkook somehow tensed up at this, but he thought of where he would want to go quickly as he assumed that if he took any longer, then he would waste Yoongi's time.

"It's okay to take your time on that one, that question is quite hard to answer for a lot of people." Yoongi tried to reassure.

"T-thank you-or, uhmm.. Yeah!" Jungkook stumbled on his wording, instantly regretting blurting out words.

"W-where I would go would be Los Angeles, m-maybe? The beaches over there are pretty nice." Jungkook said finally. He looked at Yoongi and gave him a smile of his own.

"Ah! That's a good answer.. Los Angeles is a pretty place from what I've seen from photos!" Yoongi sparked up at that answer, causing everyone but Seokjin, who laughed at his bount of energy, to be confused by his burst of enlightenment so suddenly.

They played a few more rounds before Seokjin announced that he was getting tired. He had noticed how everyone but Yoongi looked pleased that the game was over. Not like he didn't notice anything that was off earlier, he always gave quick glances every now and then during the game when everyone would get all tensed up when it was Yoongi's turn.

"Uhm, on second thought.. Can I talk to you guys real quick?" Seokjin said while getting up. He walked over to the closest corner from in the studio, noticing that Yoongi had begun to walk over with the rest who tried to quickly walk away from Yoongi.

"Oh! Uh, Not you, Yoongi, you can go to your dorm.. I need to talk to everyone else though." Seokjin said, pointing at the door to emphasize his words. He saw how confused Yoongi's face had gotten, and without getting any response other than a shoulder shrug, the rapper left the studio room.

That's when Seokjin lowered his head a bit to look at everyone else who had to stay.

"Guys.. Are you all doing okay? You all looked like you guys let your anxiety win up until I called it quits on the game." with a worried look, the oldest started to fidget with his fingers with the thought that he must have done something wrong.

Namjoon walked up to Seokjin to get a better look at the oldest since he was standing in the back of everyone else.

"It's not the game that we were anxious about, if that's what you are thinking, hyung.. It was just that.. We all seem pretty nervous around Yoongi because of the aura he casts around the room when he's around.. I'm not really sure why, but we see him as a blunt person, to say the least.." Namjoon said, nervously glancing at Seokjin and then the wall behind the oldest.

'That's what they were anxious about?' Seokjin thought, chuckling at Namjoon's honesty, leaving the rest of the members confused. He walked up to Namjoon to put his hand on his shoulder. The leader of the group stopped himself from looking at the wall and looked up at Seokjin.

"Guys, I promise you, he's a really cool person to get to know! He's not this big bad guy you guys are forming in your head. If anything, he's just a bihig softy." Seokjin said with a chuckle. He then patted Namjoon's shoulder before taking his hand completely off of it, and started to slowly walk to the door that led out of the studio. "You guys get some rest, we are practicing tomorrow." Seokjin said, leaving the rest in the studio.

'Softy?' they all had the same thoughts. Yoongi? A softy? That can't be true.. Can it?

They all decided to leave that conversation at that, and they all left the studio to go in their dorms.

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The next morning, Yoongi got up pretty early to make everyone some breakfast. He doesn't usually cook stuff for the members, but he couldn't brush off the thought of how yesterday went in the studio. He had assumed that everyone was pretty tense that day, so he considered making bacon and eggs for everyone.

While he was getting the right size of a pan for the bacon, he decided to cook the eggs first to make them scrambled instead of hard boiled.

After a few minutes, the second member to leave their dorm was Seokjin, who was surprised with himself for waking up in a timingly manner. Usually, Namjoon or even Yoongi would have to wake up the oldest for always sleeping in.

"You're up early for someone who usually favors being in bed." Yoongi said when he heard a door close, causing him to look in the direction of the sound to see Seokjin's tired face, with his hair sticking up and sideways. "Ahahand your hair! Hyhuhung, you need toho fix your hair!" Yoongi said, holding his stomach and the counter top for leverage to not fall out of balance.

Seokjin was barely paying attention due to being tired, but he silently ruffled his hair to "fix it," and walked into the kitchen to stand next to Yoongi who was infront of the eggs.

"What are you making? Is that scrambled eggs?" Seokjin said, squinting and leaning closer to the pan to see the consistency of what was on the pan, then he looked down at Yoongi who was recovering from laughing at Seokjin's hair.

"Ihihi'm, mhmhm. Ihi'm making bacon with eggs if you want some! I'm making it for everyone.." Yoongi said, clearing his throat to stop laughing. He thought of what else to say, given that he reminded himself of why he was cooking in the first place.

"That's sweet of you, Yoongi. What made you want to cook? Usually you force me to make things, or you wait for Hoseok to wake up." Seokjin said sweetly, giving a quick poke to Yoongi's side to tease.

This made Yoongi flinch and took a step sideways, away from Seokjin, covering his side on instinct.

"Dohon't do thahat.. Uhm, I kept thinking about yesterday.. I uhh, I thought they seemed really awkward with the studio's atmosphere when we played that card game.. N-not saying that they didn't like it!" Yoongi quickly held out his hands to emphasize his words.

"Uhm.. I over thought the situation, so I decided to cook for everyone in hopes that they aren't nervous again." Yoongi said quietly, going back to attend the eggs.

Seokjin realized how Yoongi's demeanor changed when speaking his thoughts. He began to worry for both Yoongi, and the rest of his members. 'If they all are going to think like this, than how can one get along with the other?' he had thought.

"Yeah.. Thats why I called them over after the game ended.. I had suspicion that they were awkward yesterday.. They told me some of their concern's, but I'm not going to discuss that for your behalf. But they aren't going to think like this forever, Yoongi." Seokjin said, putting a hand on Yoongi's shoulder to try and comfort him the best that he could.

Yoongi didn't say anything now, he focused on the eggs so they wouldn't burn and become unedible. But he let that information slowly form into a big bubble in his brain to overtake any other thoughts he might have had.

"I reassured them though.. Although they think you're intimidating, they won't think that for long." Seokjin said, trying to reassure Yoongi the best that he could.

"Reassured them.. How, exactly?" Yoongi questioned, now curious as to what he told his members.

"Weeeeell, I told them that you are a cool person to get to know about.. Aaand I told them that you are a BIG softy!" Seokjin said with yet another poke to Yoongi's side, causing the younger to flinch again, having his arm that was attending the eggs to come down to protect his side.

"Noho way you said that to them, hyung!" Yoongi looked up at Seokjin with a small smile that he was desperately trying to hide.

"Yes way! How can I not hint to them that you are very sweet with people once you get to know them?" Seokjin gave Yoongi more pokes to get a reaction.. And to hear his laugh and see his smile.

Yoongi turned to face Seokjin now. He held up his hands as a form to defend himself from his hyung's attacking fingers.

"Stohop, Jin! Ihi'm literally cohoohking right nohow!" Yoongi said, stepping away from Seokjin.

That's when Seokjin reached over the stove to turn off the heat and placed the eggs on a non-heated ring.

"The eggs can wait. You however, need to cheer up." Seokjin quickly took both of Yoongi's hands and pulled him in for a hug, having the rapper's back against Seokjin's front.

"Noho! Seokjin, plehehease! Ihihi neEHEED- TOHohoho gehet back toho cooking!!" Yoongi all but screeched when Seokjin started to scribble away at his sides now instead of poking like before.

"You can get back to cooking once you've said it yourself that you're just a big softy who is sweet and caring to others." Seokjin argued, slowly pinching Yoongi's bottom ribs now to have his laugh go up an octave.

"AAH-! AHAahaha, Seokjihihin! StAHAahahaP, plehehease!!" Yoongi tilted his head down and tried to curl in on himself the best that he could. He pulled onto his hands that were against his own chest due to Seokjin keeping them there, but failed at getting any of them free.

"Quiet Yoongi~ You don't want to wake any of our sleepy members, do you?" Seokjin said, whispering into his ear that was painted with a deep shade of red.

Seokjin then pinched at his top ribs to see if Yoongi would actually stay quiet for his members. Knowing this would usually cause a big reaction, he was wanting to be evil that morning.

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head to try and get rid of the tickly sensations that were coursing through his body. He tried to stay as quiet as possible, but it was quite hard since Seokjin was attacking one of his worst spots, as well as his hands being held.

"Seheheokjihihin-! S-StohohoAHAahaha! Ohoho myhyhy gohohod!" Yoongi was desperately trying not to laugh out loud, but it was getting to the point where he couldn't take it much longer.

"What's it gonna be then?? Are you going to realize that they aren't going to view you as a scary dude for the rest of our lives, or are you wanting to wake them up and have me tell them why I'm tickling you half to death?" Seokjin explained, lowering his head down to look at Yoongi better.

Yoongi didn't say anything other than to laugh his lungs out by how bad his top ribs are when tickled. He nearly couldn't think straight because of how bad it was.

"Have it your way then." Seokjin said, digging his hand into Yoongi's under arm now, sending the younger to bulk up one of his legs. He completely lost his footing from slightly kicking, and took him and Seokjin down on the kitchen floor. Seokjin mainly took the fall for already knowing that was going to happen since it wasn't the first time he's had this reaction with Yoongi.

"NAHAHAahahaAHA! STAA-AHAahahaAha-! Ehehahah, mhmhEHEmhm." Yoongi used all of his strength to have one of his hands free, and decided to use his chance to cover his mouth to result any other loud laughter that came out of him.

"Awww, look at that, you can't admit something and yet you're caring enough to not wake the others up. How cute~" Seokjin said, surprised that he was able to get his hand free, but nonetheless thought it was cute by how dedicated he was to not wake the others.. But it was too late, unfortunately for Yoongi.

Jimin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung and Namjoon all came out of their rooms after exchanging texts trying to figure out who was laughing out in the kitchen. When they came out, they didn't see anything other than hearing sweet laughter coming from behind the kitchen counter.

When all of them shared glances, they silently agreed to check behind the counter. What they saw was the back of Seokjin with a head tilted down towards the floor.

They were all surprised as to seeing the one who was captured by Seokjin, laughing freely and adorably to all of them, was Yoongi himself.

After a moment of them staring, they heard Yoongi squeal when Seokjin switched from digging into his underarm, to going for the side of his neck.

"Seheheokjihihin, plehehease! Mehehercy! AHA-ahaha." Yoongi laughed into his hand. He begun to push his hand more against his mouth to keep himself from being loud, not knowing that the members were behind them.

The rapper then scrunched up his shoulders and tilted his head back-close to where Seokjin's hand was at on his neck.

The members stared in awe, watching all of it go down with out a sound with their own commentary. They wanted to keep their thoughts to themselves to watch the scene unfold adorably with no interruptions.

Unfortunately for Yoongi, Seokjin found a specific spot near the front of his neck and collarbone that had him shoot his hand that was covering his mouth, down to the attacking hand to try and get him off. Still having his head back, he allowed himself to smile and laugh freely now that he has already dug his grave from taking his hand off of his face.

That was when the rest of the members were able to see Yoongi's big gummy smile just enough. They all quietly awed even more so at how sweet and contagious his smile was to them. They began to have smiles of their own when seeing Yoongi finally being carefree.

Seokjin was right, Yoongi was just a big softy afterall.

"Seheheokjihihin, SEOKJIN! Stahahohop! Ohokahahay, ohohokahahy! Ihihi gehehet ijihit nahaahow-!" Yoongi cried out, desperately trying to pry Seokjin's hand off of him. He kicked out his legs just a bit to try and see if he could tip themselves over, but to no avail.

That was when Yoongi decided to open one of his eyes the best that he could, and was surprised to see the rest of his members watching the scene go down, seeing all of their smiles at once.

His face turned into a dark red, and quickly tilted his head down with a quiet whine, trying his best to cover his face while still swatting at Seokjin's hand.

Seokjin heard his whine, and decided to turn his head to look behind him to see the rest of his members. He smirked when seeing all of them.

"Hey guys! Don't worry about us, Yoongi hear also had thoughts about yesterday so I decided to cheer him up about it. What do you guys think?" Seokjin said, switching his attack back to scribbling at Yoongi's sides to make him giggle up a storm for the show.

"I mean.. It's just like you said, Hyung. He is just a big softy!" Hoseok broke their own little silence. He looked at the other members for validation for his answer, and every nodded in agreement.

"Well, what do you know?" Seokjin whispered in Yoongi's ear to prove his point from yesterday and earlier that morning.

"Seheheokjihihin- Plehehease stohohop! Thihihis ihis embahaharrassing!" Yoongi finally said after many giggles and suppressed squeals.

"What? It's not my fault that you are in a giggly mess." Seokjin said, earning muffled chuckled from the members.

"Wow Hyung, that's mean!" Jungkook said.

"Ihihit ihihis! AAH- NOHhoho!! Nohohoho mohohorehe!" Yoongi felt Seokjin go for his bottom ribs yet again. He twisted his body the best he could to lose the hand, but he forgot that Seokjin was still holding his other hand, and was unfortunately unable to get away.

Yoongi then tilted his head up again, and grabbed at Seokjin's attacking hand now to try and pry it off of him.

The members took in his smile again, seeing how sweet and adorable his smile really is. They've seen him smile before, yes, but they have never seen his gummy smile before until this very moment. And his giggles were probably the members favorite. Yoongi's laugh and giggles when tickled was never like how his usual laughs are when someone did or said something stupid. It was like sweet airy giggles that weren't too loud and high, but were also not too quiet and low. They truly favored this type of Yoongi, and it definitely has vanished the "scary" and "intimidating" stereotype out of their vocabulary.

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Seokjin saw how tired Yoongi was getting from all the laughing and decided to call it quits, letting go of Yoongi so he can relax onto Seokjin.

"Ahaha, nehehver doho that ahagain, hyhuhung!" Yoongi said, regaining all the strength to get up finally.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You never know the future, Yoongi." Seokjin said, pointing a finger in Yoongi's direction.

"Hold on, you've tickled Yoongi before?!" Jimin blurtedly asked, surprised.

"Well yeah! Of course I have. If I haven't, I don't think this would have happened." Seokjin said. He decided to get up from the floor, following with Yoongi as well. He had ignored the onslaught as to not get too embarrassed as he already was, and he went back to cooking the bacon and eggs that were neglected.

"You're lucky that these eggs haven't gone bad yet, Hyung. If they have, then you would've been the next to be on the floor, laughing." Yoongi threatened, causing everyone and even Seokjin to tense up.

"I'm making bacon and eggs for everyone, so if you don't want to be on the floor like I have, then you guys better sit at the table." Yoongi said, pointing at a nearby table, and gave a warning glare at everyone.

No one said a word and quickly sat at the table.

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The rest of the members questioned Yoongi's nature. Him? Scary? Yeah, a little bit. But can he also be a carefree person who likes to laugh? Most definitely.

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I've got you

*James Conrad x reader*

Parts: Oneshot/Drabble

Words: 1.7k

Prompt: "Imagine being on Skull Island (or somewhere equally as fucky) and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only for several pairs of eyes to reflect back. His hand tightens around yours and every muscle in his lean body tenses. That deep voice gets low and quiet, warning you not to run. The second you try to bolt--because duh-- he tugs you against his firm chest and his lips are on your ear."

A.N.: This is a gift for @hopelessromanticspoonie who had this idea yesterday 💚✨ She (and her lovely anon) deserve some Conrad goodness! I hope you guys enjoy this quick little snippet 🖤 I am actually writing a longer Conrad series currently, but that will still take a while ☺️

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The low growling sounds outside your tent should have been warning enough, had they already sufficed to wake you up in the first place. If not that, then at least the distant screeching that carried through the cold night air at a bone-chilling frequency, haunting echoes in your mind filling the silence in between.

You should never have left your tent, should never have come on this bloody excursion to the middle of nowhere in the first place! But of course, you just had to be curious and go check on the noise by yourself instead of waiting for one of the men with the heavy guns to take care of it. Just had to prove to them that you weren't just the frail and frightened little thing they saw in you no matter what you did. You had to prove it to him. James Conrad, the man of both your daydreams and sleepless nights. Gods, you had been falling for him from the first day of this doomed mission. Him, with his incredible blue eyes and that unforgettable voice that could put the fear of God into every soul when he bellowed commands across any battlefield, and that yet would recite Shakespeare in the softest flowing melody like he was born to do nothing else. A voice dipped in liquid sin that should not be uttering compliments like languished breaths in the dark. Not without unravelling you softly in the sweetest torture known to man.

Well, you should have gotten a grip on yourself and your pathetic insecurities and just told him how badly you'd fallen for him days ago. Now, however, you were going to die lonely and frustrated, a mere hundred yards away from the well protected camp you'd been stupid enough to leave. Great job, idiot…

The same growling that had woken you up was all around you now, louder, so much louder than before and you couldn't believe that you had been so stupid to walk into this trap of… whatever was lurking in the darkness around you now. You didn't dare to move, didn't dare to make a sound… and simply clung onto the childish belief that if you couldn't see what was stalking you right now, it couldn't see you either. Not that you would've been able to see much anyway, with the stream of tears that was running down your cheeks now.

"Y/n! Are you out of your mind?! You shouldn't be out here alone in the middle of the night!" Conrad's scolding voice behind you, in that delicious British accent nevertheless, sent an immediate shiver down your spine, but unfortunately for more than one reason this time around. Gods, he was here… you only hoped that he had come as your salvation and not a second course to the hidden predators' nightly meal.

"James… They're everywhere, in the darkness… I'm so sorry." You whispered in a tear laced voice, too far frozen in your fear to turn around to him even when you felt his radiant presence coming up right next to you. So close that his warmth was almost seething on the chilled skin of your arm and shoulder. Gods… you had been so stupid indeed; you were absolutely bloody frightened and helpless out here, who had you been trying to fool!

When Conrad finally switched on his flashlight to shed some literal light onto the darkness ahead that you were still staring at relentlessly, you barely held back your startled scream by biting down hard on your bottom lip. There were eyes, so many eyes that reflected the light right back at you from the undergrowth in a glowing hollowness that spoke of nothing but hungry fixation and thus, impending death. Conrad next to you tensed in an instant, every muscle in his lean body coiling in a display of controlled strength, preparing to fight and defend himself. Or rather to defend both of you, for not even a broken second later his hand wrapped tightly around your lower arm as if purely on instinct, and your breath caught in your throat in return. A few deafening heartbeats long you both stayed frozen like that, until slowly, painfully, deliciously slowly, his hand slid down your arm to hold your hand instead, interlacing your fingers with his in the same unfaltering, strong hold.

"Don't move…" He drawled under his breath, commanding you with the deep tone of his voice alone to surrender his will no matter what he said. Thus you could only clasp his hand in a death grip in return, breath coming out in shallow pants as your heart thundered in your chest like the storm approaching in the distance.

And yet, when another loud growl announced that these beasts were drawing closer to you still, almost up your neck already with their teeth or claws sunk deeply into your tender flesh, the sound startled you so far beyond your reason that your flight instinct grew unbearable at last. Every fibre in your body burst in panic, and you bolted without thought, without reason, but you did not get far. Fast as lightning to match the thunder in your heart, Conrad's arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest, holding you tightly against his strong body while your excess adrenaline merely caused you to whimper into the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Shhh... I've got you." His voice was surprisingly soft now, reassuring and calming almost as if just to soothe your fears, while the gentle brush of his lips against the shell of your ear caused you to shiver for entirely different reasons. A soaring heart and tingling exhilaration made for an odd mix combined with the prominent fear of death, but in the end it only heightened your every sense to the incredible. If you were to die now, you at least would do so wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved. La petite mort, only in the opposite direction of what you would have wanted for him and you.

"James…" You breathed into his chest, desperately trying to keep yourself from trembling too noticeably, which only made him tighten his hold on you with a sharp intake of breath.

"Shush now, darling, and listen to me…" He replied in an equally quiet tone, still staring into the hollow eyes of death with his head so closely next to yours. "I will throw the flashlight ahead into the forest as far as I can to cause a decent distraction, and then you and I will run back to camp without turning back. We should be safe behind the barriers we've set up. Do you understand?"

You nodded slowly with a shuddering breath, then turned your head ever so slightly to glance up at him with all those sharp lines of his stern features, while at the same time he dropped his arm from around you and instead took a tight hold of your hand again. Then in the matter of broken seconds, he threw the flashlight as far away from your path as he could, and finally dashed off back towards your camp while pulling you along by your hand. You were quick to comply, running as fast as you could while your lungs burned all the more, but both Conrad's death grip on your hand and the howling behind your back made for a magnificent motivation to keep running either way.

The hundred yards still were torture to your mind and body, but even without the light you could see the barriers drawing nearer and nearer. When you finally reached the gate of the improvised defenses, Conrad didn't waste any time to rush you through before it was barred off from the inside right behind you. The howling, however, remained right outside before the gates and still made your blood freeze over even now from the safety of your camp. Good gods… you really had cheated death. Again.

Panting, you finally dared to look up at Conrad once more. He was still clutching your hand as if he was afraid you would vanish if he let go, and when his burning gaze met yours in that undivided intensity, you couldn't keep your lips from trembling, nor your words from spilling over at last. "I'm so sorry, I… I really didn't mean to cause you so much trouble, I'm so sorry, I just… wanted to prove to you that I'm worth your-..."

You didn't get any further when his hand rose to cup your cheeks with a start, elegant fingers entangling in your hair as he pulled you close to him and pressed his lips to yours in every bit of passion and urgency you had been yearning for for so long. It took you but a broken second of surprise before you melted against him with a faint moan, returning everything he gave you and everything you had beyond. This was heaven… A heaven you were granted only after surviving in hell.

When you finally pulled back, both breathless far more thoroughly than just from your run, Conrad leaned his forehead against yours so very gently, and yet refused to release you from his incessant hold. "You are worth all there is and more, darling. I can bear absolutely anything for you, and with you, you must know that. All except for losing you."

"I'm so sorry." You breathed, eyes closed as you revelled in the roaring waves of unadulterated affection washing over both of you now. "You won't lose me, I… I won't let that happen. I've got you just the same."

Your words brought a smile to his face, you could feel it all around you, could feel it against your lips a second later. He wasn't a man of many words, you knew that, but the ones he spoke were always the most beautiful and honest to his soul. So you did know indeed, you both had each other and that was all you would need.

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FREE FALLING K.K.

Request: Okay some anons were simping over kon now I wanna simp~ y/n is an archer on the teen Titans , and she tends to be shy and on the reserved side, so when kon flirts she just dismisses him every time, until another guy ( superhero or civilian, you choose ) gets flirty and he gets made protective/jealous.

Warning: fluff 

A/N: I’m slowly running out of already written fics and my motivation has not come back yet. This hiatus may be lasting longer than I thought. 

Word Count: 2.3k

There was nothing wrong with a little bit of flirting within the team. It kept the bond of teammates close and always kept everyone on their toes. The dynamic on the Teen Titans was always one of ups and downs. There was such an entanglement of potential relationships that everyone got confused as to what was going on.

Most of that confusion stemmed from Conner Kent, Superboy as the team knew him as. His temporary relationship with Cassie had surprised everyone. He flirted with nearly everyone on the team, Tim, Kori, you. Kon's endless flirting began the day Oliver dropped you off at the Titans Tower and left you there for good.

Kon was frustrating in the sense that his flirtation with you was nonstop. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went back to sleep, it seemed that his only mission was to get you flustered. It didn't seem that he knew that you were bothered by his comments.

Tim always scolded Kon for his behaviour. After Cassie, it was clear that relationships among teammates was dangerous. Not to mention that it was pretty obvious of your blatant ignorance of his attempts. He continued to try nonetheless - one day you would crack for him, one day.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Kon was never an early riser. At the farm, he always got up early for chores, so at the tower he took every chance to sleep in. When he started to learn that you got up early, so did he. There was always the tired look in her eyes that he admired.

Kon found you down at the range. Though your skills were nowhere near Oliver, or even Roy, you put up a good fight just as much as everyone else on this team. The early hours were always dedicated to practice, and unfortunately, Kon figured that out pretty quickly.

You were so concentrated on the shot, you hadn't heard Kon's heavy footsteps join you. The shot went askew, completely missing the target. Your body tensed with frustration at him.

"Whoops, sorry babe. Didn't realize my good looks distracted you so much," Kon grinned. You refused to show him his words got you flustered. Instead, you grabbed another arrow. Babe. It slipped so smoothly off his tongue that it forced a chill down your spine.

"It's fine, Superboy," you assured him - though you were still angered at him for screwing around with your training once again. Kon leaned against the rack that held your bows. His arms rested on the top, head on his hands. His curls were still a mess from his sleep last night.

You felt your arm shake for a split second. His eyes watching your every move, waiting for you to make the perfect shot just as you always did. There was a lot of pressure on you with his gaze. You took a breath before releasing the arrow, watching as it hit dead center of the target. It was easy, hitting a non-moving target like this. Kon was the one making it difficult.

"Superboy?" He cocked an eyebrow. "We aren't on a mission babe, you can call me Kon you know. I'd prefer it." Of course he would, he loved the sound of his name passing your lips. It was almost angelic. "You know-"

"(Y/N), Conner," Tim's head popped into the training room before Kon could tell you what he wanted. His chest fell with a disappointed sigh. "Nightwing and Flash are here."

"Is there something wrong?" You asked. They rarely showed up out of the blue without there being a reason. Usually, that reason meant that people were in trouble and lives were at stake. Tim relieved your stress with a simple shake of his head. He gestured for the both of you to follow him. Kon stuck his hand out for you to hand over the bow so he could hang it up on the rack he leaned on.

A small smile cracked as your hand brushed against his. It was cheesy, ridiculously so, but his touch was so warm and inviting even if it was just for a brief second. Kon placed the bow down and followed you and Tim out of the room. Just as Robin said, his older brother and his friend were with the others in the meeting room.

Wally's presence always lightened the room. There was something about the smile that resided on him that managed to put everyone in a good mood. It always amplified whenever Dick was at his side. The two were a dynamic pair, and when they did stop by the tower without underlying business, it was always a good time.

There were a few times that you had been alone in the tower. Tim back to Gotham, Kon and Cassie to their own homes as well. It left you and Bart with no one but yourselves to keep each other company. In those times, Wally would sometimes make an appearance. The speedsters would train but by the end of the night you would all be piling high with snacks.

As you entered the room, Wally waved at you and that smile that everyone looked forward to was released. Before you could wave back, a heavy arm was thrown across your shoulder. Kon was at your side. It wasn't the first time he had completely invaded your bubble and it surely wouldn't be the last.

"Flash, Nightwing," he greeted. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck with Kon's side pressed against yours. Hopefully, he, nor any of your other teammates, noticed your state. It was beyond annoying that he could get you like this. "What's the visit for this time? Scolding us for saving the day again?"

He dropped his arm from your shoulders but remained close to you. Kryptonians must have ran warm because you could still feel the lingering heat of his body against you.

"JL wanted an update, figured we could stop in," Wally answered. He sped over to your side and placed a hand over your ear so no one else could hear. "And Boy Wonder over there is in trouble with the Bats." Clearly, Kon heard what the speedster had to say and let out a laugh. What could Tim have done to get himself in trouble?

"Doesn't explain why you came," you joked. Wally had mimicked Kon's arm-over-the-shoulder.

"Wanted to come see you, of course," Wally grinned. His arm suddenly locked around your neck and his knuckles rubbed into your head. You struggled to pull him off you. Finally, you had managed to hook his ankle and make him fall flat on his back. "Look at that, you're making me lose my breath."

The laughter among teammates emitted from everyone besides Kon. He had an annoyed look on his face from the interaction between you and Wally, though he said nothing about it. Wally sped back up, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks after the interaction.

Kon watched in frustration as Wally dragged you into the kitchen, likely to find himself a snack or two. Your laughs always put a bit of joy in him, but now? Hearing you laugh because of Wally? Each sound was like a knife to the heart. Pure jealously ran through him - why was it that he could never make you laugh like that?

"Calm down, Kon," Tim stood by his side. It was clear to anyone, even when they weren't raised by the great Batman, that Kon was incredibly jealous of Wally. It was only Tim that decided to speak up. "There's nothing between them. No need to be jealous."

"I'm not," Kon snapped. His reaction was enough to prove that he was in fact jealous. He let out a huff of air before walking away from his best friend. Unfortunately, the further he got from Tim, the closer he got to you and Wally just to hear the sound of your laughter once more. His chest tightened with anger.

It wasn't at Wally, nor you. It was at himself for not being able to get you out of your comfort zone as the speedster could. Since joining this team it seemed he was the only one that you remained shy and nervous around. What was wrong with him to make you feel that way?

What was wrong with him that made you not want to spend time with him?

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"There you are."

Kon disappeared shortly after you left with Wally (and eventually Bart who couldn't stay away at the smell of food). Tim was with Dick all afternoon and Cassie spent her time training with Kori. Kon was nowhere to be found, and you couldn't figure out why he felt the need to leave his friends.

You searched the whole building for him, starting down at the training grounds and working your way all the way up to the roof of the buildings. He was sitting on the edge, legs dangling as the last rays of the sun fell from the sky.

Kon folded into himself: shoulders hunched, head hung low. He perked up at the sound of your voice - even more so when he saw that you were alone. You sat next to him and matched his sitting position.

"Were you up here all day?" You asked. Kon nodded, though he remained silent. It wasn't like him to skip out on a pickup line or make some sort of comment. In fact, it wasn't like him to just disappear the whole day either. He looked upset about something. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Kon was a horrible liar. You raised your eyebrows at him, indicating that you knew he was lying through his teeth. He sighed, leaning back so his palms pressed into the rough roofing. The golden rays illuminated him, creating an aura around him that made him seem godly. You wanted to reach out to him, but contained yourself.

The sunset was beautiful enough as it was, but to add Kon's beauty on top of that? Your heart was beating so fast you were sure that Kon's super hearing had him concerned.

"You don't have to lie around me, you know," You nudged his side. Kon sighed once more. He didn't want to tell you the truth, but he felt terrible for lying and making you worry. You were quick to notice a pink tinge on his cheeks. It was a turn of events, usually you were the one flustered around him. The hue looked pleasant on him.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly apologized, "I... Well, I guess..." Kon fumbled over his words. The pink on his cheeks grew brighter, even as he tried to hide it from you. There was never a day you thought you would get to see the great Superboy flushed like this. He was always the confident one. "Fuck."

Kon's hand grasped your cheeks. His split moment of hesitance made you realize exactly what he was about to do. Whether it be frozen in fear or excitement, you didn't try to move. The closer he got the harder your heartbeat until the point as if it felt like you were going to burst. The moment Kon's lips were on yours it felt as if it stopped altogether.

His kiss was soft, hesitant - nothing like the facade he always had up. Kon was delicate with you, as if he was worried he was going to break you with just a touch. Your lips moved against his with far more confidence than you had ever shown him before. You didn't realize how badly you craved for his taste until the moment you had it.

He pulled away only for a second, waiting to see if you were wanting him to quit completely. With no sign of regret, Kon pulled you in for a rushed kiss. His lips needy against yours, making up for the lost time that he wasted months on. It was only when his lungs felt like they were going to combust did he give you space.

"I-" His palm remained against the curve of your neck and jaw, thumb swiping against your cheekbone. "I was jealous today, of Wally. I've never heard you laugh so hard when you're with him and I wanted that. I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to be sorry, Superboy," you assured him. He couldn't stop his feelings, just as you couldn't deny them anymore. "I-I'm sorry I was always so distant with you. I... I guess I was too scared to admit my feelings for you."

Kon was ready to spill his heart out to you. He knew that once he started gushing about how much he adored you, he wouldn't be able to stop. Instead, he leaned into you again, smiling into your kiss with pure excitement.

His legs that dangled off the edge pushed against the siding of the building and pulling you along with him. A strangled scream ripped from your throat as the two of you free fell in the darkening sky. Kon's arm wrapped around your waist and he held you flush against his body.

Your head was buried into the crook of his neck until realizing that you were no longer falling but floating. The grip on his shirt loosened and you looked up to appreciate the new view he gave you.

Kon brushed his lips against yours once more, just to grab your attention. "Don't worry babe, I've got you. There's no need to worry whenever you're with me."

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You And Me Won’t Be Unhappy

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

Requested by anon: “Is there any chance you could write Miss Venable comforting the reader who’s having a bad mental health week?” I tried to write it as fast as I could. I’m sending you love, anon. x

A/N: I had a long discussion with myself in the shower as to how Comforting!Wilhemina would function. This is what came out of it. Title is from Running Up That Hill.

Word count: ≈ 3 000

You let out a groan as you turned off your vacuum cleaner. The noise was too loud, and anyway you didn’t have the strength or the motivation to drag the thing all around your flat. So you put it away and collapsed on your couch.

Wilhemina had given you a call to warn you she was coming to see you and she’d be here in half an hour or so. You had protested weakly, but the concern in her voice had made you give in. When you had hung up the phone, panic had shot through you at the sight of your flat, all the mess, all the dust and the crap everywhere – you were a mess, you hadn’t showered nor properly slept for days, you were terribly pale, looking and feeling like a ghost afraid of sunlight. Panic had given way to desperate energy. Momentary. It had not lasted long.  

You had been ignoring Wilhemina for the past week. Pushing her away, refusing to see her because you were “busy” and “tired”. You knew that was a dangerous thing to do to her, but you hadn’t been able to care, not really. You’d rather be alone than pretend you felt fine.

You hadn’t been able to tell her what was really wrong. You didn’t want her pity, didn’t want her disgust. Didn’t want to expose yourself like that and make her feel sorry for you. Wilhemina was always so strong; she would despise you and leave you.

You lay on your couch, waiting, staring dully at the ceiling. What would you tell her? That you were sick, but it would go away? That all you needed were a few more days of rest? That you belonged in a mad house, but she shouldn’t worry, you had this under control? You let out a groan, closed your eyes. Your whole body felt like it was simultaneously numb and hurting.

The buzz of the intercom startled you. You took a deep breath. This was it, then.

Your body felt twice its weight when you got up and dragged your feet to your door. You let Wilhemina in, waited till you heard the sound of her cane in the hall.

There was a short pause, then a knock.

You wrapped your fingers around the door handle, took another deep breath. You forced a smile and opened the door.

Wilhemina took one look at you and frowned. Your smile melted. But your heart sped up, for she looked beautiful in the artificial light, hair a dark orange, eyes almost black, and at this moment you realized how much you had missed her.

Without a word she walked past you into your flat. You sighed, closed the door. When you turned, Wilhemina was staring at you, both hands resting on the head of her cane.

A few moments passed in uncomfortable silence. You held her gaze until you couldn’t anymore. You stared at her feet instead, blinking back tears.

Wilhemina opened her arms. You glanced up at her, bit your lip. Hesitated. You weren’t sure you deserved her kindness right now. You felt dirty and small and insignificant. But your hesitation made something sad flash in Wilhemina’s eyes, and you saw it, and before you had time to stop yourself you were running into her arms.

She wrapped her arms around you with a relieved sigh and held you tight. You clutched the back of her dress, buried your face in her shoulder, breathed her in. The familiar scent of her made your throat tighten with unshed tears.

Wilhemina brought one hand up to your head to massage your skull. Your hair was greasy, you remembered. You hadn’t taken a shower in days and you probably smelt bad and you had no right to press yourself against her like that, no right at all – you made to pull away, but she tightened her grip on you with a tut.

“What’s wrong, little one?” she asked in a whisper.

You shook your head, closing your eyes to hold back your tears. Wilhemina held you tighter still, gently combed her fingers through your hair.

“I was so worried,” she went on. She planted a kiss on your temple. “Please talk to me.”

Please. She was being so soft, so sweet. You couldn’t help it, couldn’t be strong anymore. You let the tears fall and choked on a sob.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I’m so s-sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Wilhemina didn’t reply. She held you, stroking your hair as you cried quietly on her shoulder, sniffling and gasping and hiccupping and so gross and childish, you thought.

Again, you made to pull away and again, she tightened her grip on you. But this time, you put one hand on her chest and pushed her away.

You met her gaze. Her face was impassible, but her eyes were concerned, wary, and slightly guarded.

Part of you dimly registered that pushing her away wasn’t really the best of ideas. It would only make her worry more, make her build up her walls to protect herself from rejection. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now.

Wiping your nose on the back of your hand, you walked to the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?” you called. Your voice was thick with tears. You cleared your throat. “I can make you dinner, if you want.”

You stopped in front of your fridge. Stared at the door as if in a daze. You remembered your fridge was almost empty. Canned food was the only kind of food you could offer Wilhemina.

The sound of her cane close behind you made you jump. You turned to face her. And you noticed the concern that threatened to crack her façade, noticed how tightly she was gripping her cane.

You swallowed, lowered your gaze.

“I, um.” And there were tears stinging your eyes again, blurring your vision. None of that, you ordered yourself.

You raised your head, met her eyes, forced a smile. “Are you hungry?” you repeated.

Your voice chimed fake and strained. It sounded too impersonal, like a vendor’s in a beauty shop, and that, added to your rejection from earlier, made Wilhemina take up arms.

She raised her chin. “I wouldn’t eat anything you made in such a dirty kitchen,” she snapped.

That was the last straw. You touched your chin to your chest and burst into tears.

It was all just too much. You prayed whoever lived in the sky, whoever would hear you, to just make the numbness and the pain go away; make you feel okay again, make you feel happy again, able to love and to enjoy and to see beauty in all things.

Hurried footsteps. One hand slipping around your waist, another cradling your head. “I’m sorry,” you heard Wilhemina whisper urgently in your ear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please don’t cry.”

You pushed your face into the crook of her neck, felt her swallow. “Please talk to me,” she went on, voice breaking. A pause. “I don’t know what to do.”

You sniffed, forced yourself to take a deep breath. A sob pushed out of your throat. “I’m sorry my place is so dirty,” you choked.

Wilhemina shook her head, fingers massaging your skull again. “It’s not that dirty. I was just – “She cut herself off, let out a shaky breath. You pressed yourself closer against her.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked after a while. She had meant her voice to sound firm, but it quavered slightly. “Do you –“ Again, she cut herself off. She made a frustrated noise, twirled a strand of your hair around her finger. “Do you not want me here anymore?” she finally breathed.

You squeezed your eyes shut. This was exactly what you had expected. That she would mistake your behavior for rejection, for a disinterest in her. And you knew you should comfort her, cup her face and stare into her eyes and reassure her as you had done many times before, but tonight you didn’t have the strength to. Tonight you just wanted to be held and disappear.

“It’s not about you,” you whispered, so low you feared she might not hear you – but you didn’t care, not really. You were too tired, too defeated. “Every morning it gets harder and harder to get up, Mina. And I’m scared – I’m so scared one day it’ll just be too much. What’s the point, if it’s only to feel so bad?”

For a long moment there was only silence. Wilhemina’s fingers had frozen in your hair. You nuzzled her skin, swallowed.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You shrugged. “I didn’t want to be a burden. And I know you don’t like having to look after people.”

Wilhemina’s hands slid to your shoulders, gently pushing you away so she could look at you. You averted your gaze and stared at the wall above her shoulder.

“You’re not ‘people’,” she said, fierce and a little angry. “You should have told me.”

“Well now you know,” you retorted, annoyed at the harshness of her voice. “Now you can make fun of me and leave.”

Wilhemina’s brow pushed up slightly. “Why would I do that?” she said, coldly, sharply – defensively.

Again, you shrugged, before answering matter-of-factly: “Because that’s what you always do. Abuse everyone you think is inferior to you. Why would it be different with me?”

You saw the anger and the hurt flash in her eyes, saw her jaw tighten, her chin rise, all the signs you knew so well and which meant she was about to attack in order to protect herself.

On another day, you would have squared your shoulders and numbed your heart to shield yourself from her lashing out. But today was different. Today, you were almost grateful for her abuse, because part of you felt like you deserved it.

But the abuse never came. All Wilhemina did was scowl at you as she took deep breaths to calm herself. Her fist clenched, unclenched. She pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, let out a sigh.

When she opened her eyes again, they were full of fear, but she blinked it away to focus on you.

Something inside you broke. For to see her, this woman who was always so self-centered, so guarded, fangs always out to hurt before she could be wounded, push all of her defenses away just so she could comfort you, made you feel so loved and so special. It made your heart ache, but it was a different kind of ache now: like the sting of antiseptic on a bad cut, it presaged healing.

Your knees buckled. Wilhemina wrapped her arm around your waist to support you. You pushed your forehead against her chest, your hands clutching the back of her dress again.

“I’m not doing so well, Mina,” you rasped, the words scraping their way out of your throat. It felt like a defeat, a confession of weakness. It felt terrifying and liberating.  

Wilhemina held you tighter. She made a noise from the back of her throat, almost disapproving, as if she were angry at the universe for making you feel that way. She inhaled to speak, paused, closed her mouth, struggling with words.

“What can I do, baby?” she whispered eventually, as she rubbed circles on your back. “What can I do to help you?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know,” you sobbed. You sniffed, brushed your mouth on the soft fabric of her dress.

Wilhemina lay one hand on your cheek, gently tilted your head up to make you look at her. Her eyes were so soft and vulnerable, it made you tear up again.

“Do you want me to stay?” she asked, voice small and scared.

You nodded almost furiously. “Of course I want you to stay,” you said quickly, fiercely, so fierce it surprised you both. You wiped your nose on your hand, let out a shaky breath. Met Wilhemina’s eyes. “Can you just – can we just – lie in bed and cuddle?”

Wilhemina blinked back a smile. She pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Of course we can.” Another kiss, on the tip of your nose this time. “But eat something first?”

You made a face, feeling queasy at the thought.

“Please?” Wilhemina breathed.“For me.”

So you agreed – of course you agreed. She opened your fridge, pursed her lips when she saw how empty it was, but made no comment. She rummaged through your drawers and eventually settled on making pasta.

You snuggled up to her as she waited for the water to boil. She hummed appreciatively, slipped her free arm around your waist and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. You watched as small bubbles rose to the surface of the water, let Wilhemina’s scent fill your head, her body warm your bones.

When she had coaxed you into eating what she decided was a sufficient amount of food, she took your hand and led you into your bedroom. She helped you out of your clothes, put them away in the laundry basket. You shivered and hugged yourself as the cold air hit your skin.

Wilhemina stopped in front you, cupped your face in her hands. “Come take a shower with me?” she tried.

You let out a mirthless laugh. “I’m sorry,” you said depreciatively. “I must look disgusting.”

Wilhemina shot you a look. “No self-pity,” she scolded. “I just want you to try and relax.”

So you stood with her in the bathroom, holding her hand to support her as she took off her shoes. She turned her back to you for you to unzip her dress. You felt her stiffen a little when your fingers brushed her spine, an old habit she hadn’t quite managed to get rid of yet. You planted a kiss on her skin, as you always did, a silent promise she was beautiful and loved and seen.

In the shower you let her wash your hair and you insisted you did the same for her. She protested, but you silenced her with a peck on her lips. Said you’d love to. It would take your mind off bad things.

You squeezed shampoo into the palm of your hand, buried your fingers in the dark red of her hair, gently massaged her skull, wiped the foam that ran down her forehead. Something rose inside you and suddenly you were crying again, sobs bubbling out of you. Wilhemina turned urgently, gathered you in her arms, whispered words of comfort in your ear. You pressed your naked body against hers and let the warm water trickle down your shoulders and back, hoping it could wash the pain and the numbness and make it disappear down the drain.

“My beautiful, brave angel,” Wilhemina whispered, voice quavering as you cried on her shoulder.

When you had wiped yourself dry and put on a clean set of pajamas, you collapsed on your bed as if you hadn’t slept for years. Wilhemina watched you for a few seconds before she sat down beside you and ran one hand in your hair. You had never seen her look so opened, act so selfless, and again you felt a wave of gratitude swell inside you at the fact that she was allowing herself to, for you.

She offered you a concerned, loving smile, and carefully lay down beside you. She settled on her side, facing you. She draped one arm across your waist, gently squeezed your hip, rested her cheek on top of her other hand, and locked eyes with you. You let yourself sink into her gaze.

“For how long have you had to deal with this?” she asked after a while.

You tried to shrug it off. She gave you a look.

“A few years, on and off,” you mumbled. But I’m fine, you almost added, out of habit. But the words didn’t make it out. What did instead was a long, shaky sigh, as you snuggled up to Wilhemina and nuzzled the soft, warm skin of her neck.  

She slipped her arm under your neck, rested her chin on top of your head. You closed your eyes, breathing her in.

A quiet moment passed, and then you heard her whisper, “How about we take the day off tomorrow, uh?”

You pulled away slightly to look at her. “No, Mina, I know how important work is to you –“

She cut you off with one finger on your lips, smiling so fond and so soft you felt your insides melt. “It’s alright,” she said. “Kineros can survive for a day without me. I’d rather stay here and take care of you.” A pause. “If you want me to.”

You nodded, blinking back tears, and buried your face in her neck again. “Of course I want you to,” you whispered, choking on yet another sob.

All the tears you hadn’t been able to shed for the past week finally broke loose. You tried to hold them back, squeezing your eyes shut and sniffing and biting your lower lip, but they kept slipping out from between your eyelids and sobs kept pushing past your teeth, so you gave up fighting. You let the exhaustion and the loneliness and the numbness wash over you.

Wilhemina muttered something. She pressed herself closer against you, cradled your head, planted kisses on your hair. You felt her shake against you, which only made you cry louder. You tangled your legs in her, peppered kisses on her neck, on her jaw, everywhere you could reach, until she lay one hand on your cheek with a broken, sad laugh, and tilted your head up to kiss you.

The kiss was wet, and messy, and you were still sobbing, but it spread warmth inside you and made your head spin and you inwardly scolded yourself for not letting Wilhemina in earlier because this – this was the sun peeking through the clouds. The sky was still covered, still so threateningly grey, but for a few seconds you felt the warmth on your face, and it was enough to give you hope.

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👑Hewwu Queen 👑 is it alright if I request DIO in part 3 meeting his descendant?. Like he basically had a kid accidentally in part 1 and now he’s meeting their great grandkid who looks allot like him and seems to not be fully human. Maybe he meets them at night since their family was traveling around the world and stopped off in Egypt where he found them maybe listening to music?

Since you write for DIO, is it alright if I request that he somehow meets one of his kid after they get into some time travel shenanigans. Maybe his kid has a stand that is kinda similar to his but they aren’t confident in using it

DIO aiding his helpless descendant 

sfw / gn reader 

notes/warnings: implied assault (on your great-great grandmother)

Another case of two anons thinking alike!! It was really fun to think about this and sorry for taking so much time to get to it :o I hope you’ll still enjoy 💖✨also the pacing is strange/fast (to me), but i felt it fit with how frantic i imagine meeting Dio is

Somewhere between irking Jonathan and wishing to destroy any respectful sliver of the Joestar bloodline, Dio had his own way of indulging and spending his time. Men, women; any creature he could manipulate to his will and suck the life out of to join his dark army was welcome in his dimly lit hideout to meet their fate. The self proclaimed god that had surmounted humanity took pleasure in playing with his food; leaving them in complete darkness, literally. He’d let them suffer in silence, hearing them whimper and regret their choice to ever step foot inside the wicked monster’s palace. But it was always too late.

Except for the very night Jonathan had decided to come spoil the fun and ruin Dio’s playtime. The woman hadn’t meant anything to him, just a toy to play with and to later discard on the pile of other bodies strewn about. Was she glad to have been saved by the burly Joestar? At first yes; brought back to her senses, out of that monster’s grasp but left terribly violated. Left to carry and care for the offspring Dio would never know or care about, too busy being left to slumber in the ocean and gaining a new form from his hated ‘brother’.

Dio rose again, skulking in the shadows of dimly lit cities, looking for any and all petty humans and stand users to claim for his side. It took time and patience he didn’t know he possessed to get fully comfortable in his new body. There was always this inkling, a nagging sonar that kept getting louder and louder, not much unlike his connection to the new generation of Joestars. It grasped at his thoughts, kept him from any semblance of peace of mind -as much as he could acquire it- and there seemed to be no way of silencing it. He couldn’t see a clear picture; it was just nothing but an annoying sense of something being near.

He had searched for weeks like a bloodhound hot on a trail, irritated that he of all people, nay creations, was being made to follow and be obedient to the terrible nagging. It angered him greatly and only when he found a mere youngster sitting on a bench, you, a simple looking human, did it boil over. Sat with your walkman resting next to you on the wooden seating, head bopping along to your newest cassette in the middle of the night. Completely lost in the song you’d been drumming along to with your fingers. Dio was furious but knew better than to strike before investigating, he needed answers and he needed them now.

As he got closer to you, sneaking from behind, he noticed an immediate shift. You were no longer alone. An image, a blur that became clearer and steadier and more live-like as each second passed; posing defensively, staring down Dio with a fire in your eyes not much unlike the tall blonde’s. Not for a moment does he fear for his safety. Even though The World is a newly acquired power it could easily wipe out a scrawny kid without even hitching a breath. He smirks, eyes cast over in shadow by the dim street light as he hears you pause your cassette player.

“Oh? Was I disturbing you?’ he mocks in a smirk, catching the way your eyes glint and the vaguely familiar image you awaken in him. Just like before he’s left to figure out who this annoying hazy memory is. His voice shivers down your very being, goosebumps taking over your skin; not sure if you had already missed your chance to run. It was like his glare fixated you in place, finger still resting on the pause button of your player while the other reached up to remove the flimsy headphones.

“You…” you barely get out the word. The accusatory tone you had tried to convey had watered down to a whimper. You had felt the connection too, something nagging at your soul and stringing you along until you’d finally found the source. “Me? Hah! No, you.” Dio slid closer, his steps so quiet and calculated that even though you couldn’t take your eyes off of him you swore it seemed like he floated. You swallowed thickly, the huge figure that excluded an aura so menacing only a meter away from you.

“So. Who are you and why was it so disgustingly annoying to find you?” he joked impertinently, amused by the way you clenched your jaw at his remark. “I could ask you the same.” a brave little spark still smouldering inside. “DIO. Now don’t make me ask again, you’re making me dreadfully inpatient.” He hadn’t felt the need to kill you, at least not yet. Dio was truly curious about your answer but by the looks of it you really didn’t seem to know all that much.

You begrudgingly gave him your name, in need of some answers yourself. The sound of your name didn’t ring a single bell, not a tick, not a clank. Nothing. Not a single step further to knowing anything. “Well it seems like you do have a stand. Maybe you possess a great power that might be useful to me.” that wicked grin on his face told you a little too much of his motivations. He reminded you of those Saturday morning cartoon villains. But still you felt compelled to listen, ignoring every single red flag.  

Deciding to humour him you give out your stand’s name. “Trust me, we can’t really do much.” you huffed. You’ve only obtained your stand recently and honestly, it has been pretty shitty so far. You didn’t know exactly what it could do, it was just there. Any time you felt stressed or in danger it did come to your aid but it remained awfully docile. Their presence comforted you but you just knew it was capable of so much more.

“Are you a vampire?” The sudden question came out more surprised than Dio had hoped to let on. He regained his posture, opting to slide next to you on the bench with a swift move. There was something… off about the way you carried yourself that reminded him of himself and the other vampires he’d created. The question stunned you, your eyes that had already been widened in shock only growing more so. The way he had changed the entire conversation that had barely earned its start urged you to think quickly. “I don’t know.” you mumbled demurely. You really didn’t know. So many weird things had been happening to you lately that you being a vampire would explain a lot.

Your answer seemed to change the imposing man’s gaze and expression. It hardened a bit, his grin now slowly diminishing into a straighter line and his pointed brows resting down at a more natural angle. Even in this low light his image felt so familiar, like you were already supposed to know who he was but the memory remained hidden. Locked away for your safety. “You should feed. And don’t go out in daylight anymore.” Dio paused for a second. “Strange...” He pondered to himself out loud. He’s only seen a few cases like this, vampiric genes passed down through generations. For some reason he pitied you, as much as he could muster it. The unknown bond you shared felt too unusual to write off.

“What am I supposed to do?” you felt tears prick your eyes, trying your best to remain strong but you’ve been so tired. You couldn't confide in anyone, not about this. Tears started rolling, falling in thick streams down your cheeks and dropping onto your lap. Here you were, crying to a stranger named Dio about being a vampire and having weird powers. A bizarre twist of fate.

“First of all, stop crying. Then, widen your stance when you’re about to fight someone. I could have easily knocked you down with that flimsy imitation. Fix your posture while you’re at it. Call out your stand again.” He rattled off his demands quickly and flatly. Was he helping you? They were barbed complaints but it seemed like he actually wanted to aid you in whatever it was you were going through. You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks. You felt like a kid again; asking your parent for any reassurance when life knocked you down.

Dio actually offered a lot of viable advice, telling you about techniques to silence your steps, how to take someone down easily, to feed on humans within an inch of their life. You had asked him, just in case. You weren’t planning on killing anyone; a comment which made him scoff. That intimidating impression and overall feeling of having to bend to his will had lessened the more you talked to the blonde. He casually sat with you for what felt like hours. He hadn’t divulged into his own history, instead asking you about yours. He was still trying to figure out what this weird pull was.

“No one in your family has experienced anything like this before? Hmph. It seems to have skipped multiple generations then.” he was asking about your great grandmother and all the others that came before you. It could have occurred to them but you would have never known. “My family did come from England, though. My great-great grandmother fled in a hurry. We don’t really know why, Windknight’s Lot seems like an unusual place to frantically run from.” As soon as the small town’s name left your lips everything fell into place for Dio. His grin grew again, satisfied to finally know your connection to him.

Family.

One he made for himself, by accident, by a relation created on his own devious whim. Not that horrible Joestar bunch that kept ruining his fun or his horrible father that was but a faint minuscule memory. Something he did. It brought him even more satisfaction to know how perfectly in place it felt for you to be the one to develop these powers at the perfect time. His mind could have exploded with possibilities; a thousand ways to make you join his side. But it didn’t, he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted yet. And he surely wasn’t going to tell you of your bond either, lest you get attached too quickly.

As you finished up and the early signs of a rising sun were starting to make itself known on the horizon, you were saying your goodbye’s. “Thank you for helping me. Truly, I- I don’t know how I-” you weren’t allowed to finish your earnest thanks. Dio knew you meant it, one of the only few truly grateful acknowledgements he’s ever received. “I’ll be taking over the world in a few months. If you feel so inclined to join, you know where to find me.” His lips curled into a smirk and he was making his move to leave you behind, alone on the bench again. Left to scramble for your stuff to try and stop him but he was already out of sight. “WAIT! I don’t know where to find you! You never told me!” you yelled into the empty streets, heart thumping out of your chest, hoping this wasn’t just a very elaborate dream you were caught in.

“Trust your instincts.” The voice felt incredibly close but so far away, like catching a falling snowflake; as soon as you grasped it, it just melted away.

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A Sunflower (Leon Goretzka imagine)

a/n: This is a quite short imagine (well, short for my style of writing) and it was requested by this lovely anon who sent me an ask a while ago, and I deleted it before being able to answer it. But, as wished, a cute Leon Goretzka imagine for you that includes a sunflower, plus I made this banner because I was feeling inspired. Hope you like it ❤

He knows straight away who is at the door as soon as he hears the doorbell of his apartment ring – at first shyly, as if the person behind the doors barely touched it, and then the second time a tiny bit longer, and dare he say, more confident and impatient.

Still, he doesn’t move even if he wants to.

He sits in the middle of his sofa, glancing at the large flower pot next to him before he moves his eyes back to the enormous screen where he was in the middle of a very difficult battle in this new multiplayer game – letting Benjamin Pavard join the server and making him shoot on target proving to be a more difficult task than him and Joshua thought it would be. The Frenchman was hopeless.

The bell rings out once again, and he curses a little as he tries to hide from the shooter.

“Aren’t you going to get that, bro?” Joshua asks, half-shouting, as Leon moves and dodges slightly, as if that’s going to help him avoid the enemy’s bullet.

Press of a button – target shot.

Then another, and another.

“No, she can wait until we finish the battle,” he responds hurriedly as he presses the button on his controller fiercely.

“She?” Benjamin asks – French accent obvious like the storm that was raging outside.

“Neighbour,” Leon replies absent-mindedly before dropping his controller in his lap, leaning back. “Fuck! You were supposed to cover for me, Kimmich!”

**

When he finally opens the doors, barefoot and in sports socks, wearing a fresh t-shirt, she’s standing there – eyebrows slightly narrowed.

“Hi,” he starts, running a hand through his curls, trying to pretend that he was curious about why she was there. “May I help you?”

Holding back the triumphant smirk, he looks down at her.

As if he didn’t know who she was. As if he didn’t know her name, last name, age, and the time when she usually arrives home from her work every single day. As if he wasn’t thinking about her lately, more than he dared to admit. As if it wasn’t him who stopped the delivery guy when he walked back with her order of a huge flowerpot with sunflowers after not finding her home.

But, he just couldn’t help it.

She looks so cute – too cute for his own good – all flustered in her sailor-striped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of high-waisted jeans as she looks up at him with doe eyes.

So tiny and delicate, compared to him.

“Hello,” she mumbles and he can swear that her cheeks turned rosy for a moment and he likes it. “I believe you’ve got my order?” she asks with hesitation, lifting up a yellow post-it that had a note scribbled in his messy handwriting. He nods, leaning against the door-frame – arms folded on his chest. “Sorry about that. I should have remembered that it was due to be delivered today.”

“That’s fine,” he smiles comfortingly at her, trying to ease her nervousness. “Want to come in?” he asks suddenly before he could stop himself.

She widens her eyes for a second and he wants to slap himself – what are you even thinking, Goretzka?

“Uh, sure,” she quickly nods, brushing away a stray hair that fell out of her low ponytail. He nods as well, moving away to let her walk in, and she does so but he can feel her reluctance, so he quickly decides to leave the door open, thinking that she probably needed some kind of reassurance that he wasn’t a maniac of some kind.

“I watered it,” he admits as he walks past her, inviting her into his sparsely furnished living room. 

Despite having money to make it less sterile, he had no motivation. 

His taste was probably questionable as well.

She looks around the empty apartment walls as he lifts up the large and quite heavy container with a bunch of smaller sunflowers planted inside.

With a smile, she walks closer to where he is standing and presses a finger into the soil. “Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you,” she admits as he takes a whiff of her perfume. Or was it shampoo? It didn’t matter because she smelled exactly how he imagined – flowery and light.

“I can help you carry it, this is quite heavy,” he begins and she looks up at him with genuine curiosity.

He has hard time looking into her eyes and not at her lips.

His neighbour only smiles shyly, nodding again, and couldn’t help himself but do the same before they make their way through his apartment, and out into the corridor where he quickly puts on his shoes. They take the stairs, despite having an elevator on disposal, but he doesn’t mind even if the pot feels slippery in his hands – it still buys him more time with her.

“I didn’t know footballers lived in this area?” she asks apprehensively, glancing at him from under her eyelashes. “I thought you all lived in Schwabing or Grünwald.”

Leon smiles at the thought that she knew who he was, and for some reason he feels even more proud for his achievements with the club. He wonders if she liked football, and if she would look good in his jersey? 

He laughs a little as they reach the landing where her doors were, “Yeah, most of my friends from the club do. I prefer this area. It reminds me of the one where I grew up in Bochum. Also, I like the all the cafe’s around the block.”

She nods, silently confirming her own liking of the very same places as she pulls a key from her jeans pocket, twisting the lock and letting Leon walk in first.

It hits him like a train.

Compared to the bare walls of his apartment and no such thing as a single plant in any of his rooms, her place looked like a mini-jungle to say at least. There were plants everywhere – on the floor, on the shelves, around the small TV, on the coffee-table, window sills and hanging from the hooks along the window.

She giggles lightly, covering her face.

“You get used to it the more you look at it. It’s always the initial shock,” she jokes, walking around him and stepping closer to the doors that led to a small balcony. “You can put it down here and I will move it outside once it stops raining.”

He nods, doing as she asked him to, and when he straightens himself he cannot help but smile, both because he was polite and because he couldn’t stop thinking how nice would it be to hold her tiny frame in his arms. He was sure that he could even fit her in his pocket if he wanted to.

“Well,” he begins, brushing his hands against his jeans, “hopefully, I will see you around.” She nods with a smile and he turns around, ready to make his way through the maze of different plants, but she stops him by calling him by his name. For a second, he is confused, but then he remembers that he is not just any random guy in Munich and that she probably knew his name even without the note he left on her door. “Yeah?” he questions, facing her again.

She kept smiling, reaching out a small pot with a green plant that she took from her window sill. “Here, as a thank you for taking care of my sunflowers. This is peperomia. Doesn’t grow as big and it’s easy to take care of it. Forgetting to water it once or twice won’t kill it.”

He doesn’t know what to do or what to say, so he grins as he takes the small pot and takes it home.

**

He stares at the plant that is now on top of his coffee table as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Oh what the hell,” he mutters quietly, getting up and going for his entrance doors – not bothering to put on any shoes or to lock after himself. Each step is every second stair – his training schedule and being a professional footballer giving him advantage in still having a normal breathing tempo as he reaches her doors, knocking lightly.

She opens them just a few seconds later, looking at him slightly confused. “Hi again,” she greets with a small wave, holding a watering can in her hands.

“Hi,” Leon breathes out, running a hand through his curls. “I am off tomorrow, and I wanted to ask you if you want to have breakfast with me?” he blurts out, not beating around the bush. He can feel his own cheeks flaming up ever so slightly as she looks down at his feet – clad in only white sports socks, and he gets nervous. “I mean, we can just get a coffee if you are not feeling like a breakfast. Or lunch… dinner maybe? I make a great lasagna… are you vegetarian or vegan?” he rambles, unable to stop.

She gently laughs, and he stops talking, feeling all sorts of emotions in his stomach; in his heart.

“I’d like to. We can have breakfast, or get a coffee, or lunch, or dinner maybe?” she repeats his words, tilting her head to one side.

He breathes out yet again and takes a step backwards and away from her door. “Great, I will pick you up tomorrow. Is 10 am too early, or too late?”

“It’s perfect,” she answers shyly, blushing.

“Perfect. I’ll let you tend your plants,” he stops again, grimacing at his own words, “not that I think that’s all you do. I am sure you have other wonderful hobbies that you can tell me about some other time. I mean bye, I will see you tomorrow.”

She giggles as she starts closing the doors slowly, looking at him the entire time from behind it. “You know where to find me,” she adds before she blushes deeper red and finally closes the doors completely.

Leon takes a deep breath, making his way downstairs before pumping his fist in happiness, unaware that a pair of eyes were still looking at him through the peephole of the plants-filled apartment – an equally excited grin plastered across her face.

***

a/n: I hope you like it. Tell me what you think ❤

[obae-me]

Could I please get hcs on how the brothers would react to a mc that doesn't like or feel comfortable receiving compliments? They personally make me uncomfortable since most of the time, people only give me compliments if they want something from me or are just joking and being cruel.

I’m sorry this one came out late, but I really liked writing this one. I hope you like it, thank you, Anon! 💜

Lucifer

He’s the Demon of Pride, and as such, despite his sound and logical mind, he doesn’t realize there are...people...who don’t like compliments. It doesn’t occur to him as a possibility at all. He loves compliments. He thrives under praise. He’ll puff up his wings and strive for perfection just so people will look at him.

So, naturally, he finds compliments to be high on his list of forms of affection. If MC does something right, he’ll compliment them. However, in return all he’ll get is a scoff? A questioning glare? This makes him furious.

What he doesn’t realize is that MC is used to being used. To being praised only to be betrayed. There was always an ulterior motive, so why should demons be any better?

“You would throw back something I willingly gave you?”

“You’re only giving me a compliment to get something out of me, so why don’t you just tell me what you want instead of lying to me?”

That wasn’t a rebuttal he was expecting. Yes he was a demon, and yes sometimes his intentions weren’t the most pure, but to think that someone would believe he’d sink so low as to give compliments in desire to extort them? His brothers maybe, but him?

He took a moment to look at their expression. It was sour and uncomfortable. It’s not what he expected. This was a problem that went deeper than just distrust in demons. He’ll ask them if they’ll talk about it. They don’t go into detail, which he respects, but explains that compliments feel only like lies, and it makes them uncomfortable.

He’ll learn to find other ways to praise them other than compliments. He’ll reward them with a dinner or a little treat. If they’ve done something he’s really proud of, he’ll put it up where people can see. He’ll still give them simple compliments every now and again out of habit, and while MC still doesn’t fully accept it, they’ll smile and nod this time instead of throwing it out the window.

Mammon

He doesn’t give out too many compliments to anybody in general, much less a human. On top of that, it’s especially rare that he’ll give a genuine compliment. This is the demon that MC should be wary of, if he says something nice about them, it’s a very very high chance that he does want something. Not necessarily because he wants to harm the other person, it’s just that he’s grown up with Lucifer as an older brother, and more often than not, puffing up his ego can get him off the hook.

Naturally though, this makes MC very distrustful. On the off chance he does give MC a legit compliment, he might as well have said that he doesn’t like money, because they won’t believe it one bit. He’s totally in the dark about it, he doesn’t get humans at all. He thought he did a good thing, he thought they would’ve loved praise from him, the one and only Mammon. He went out of his way to ask Solomon about it. He was a human too so surely he’d understand.

“Probably because they think you want something, Mammon.”

“But I didn’t that time!”

He was hopeless.

If that’s how they felt, he was going to have to show them how genuine he could be. He was a gentleman, an icon, a pillar of power, so he was going to have to prove it. Everyone found it amusing just how exaggerated he was, treating everything that MC did with respect and reverence. Even Lucifer was in awe over how hard he was working to treat people with honest intentions.

He would make sure MC was there when he returned stolen things back to his brothers. He tells them he’ll cut off gambling and bets immediately. He opens doors for them and escorts them to RAD all without asking for a fee. He wanted MC to trust him, he thought that maybe, just maybe, someone wouldn’t call him scummy for once.

Yes, the brothers had a secret bet with themselves to see how far Mammon could last. Lucifer won, he tends to know his brothers the best. Mammon stopped being completely honest to everyone in about two weeks. He really did try his best to continue to be honest with MC, though. Even if no one else did, they wanted MC to trust him.

Levi

He has a hard time taking compliments too, so if there’s anyone that understands MC, it’s him. Compliments always riddle him with anxiety. He can’t be anything but a dirty, nasty, ugly otaku. His brothers tend to just roll their eyes at it. He’s a powerful demon, he can’t really think that way, he’s just being whiny.

So if MC doesn’t accept any of his compliments, he thinks it’s himself that’s to blame. Of course they’d look extremely uncomfortable to be complimented by him, they probably thought he was a pervert now. He shut himself in his room for days. The brothers had seen this happen before, so they weren’t concerned, but MC couldn’t help but be worried.

They came up to his room, knocked on the door, but was left with silence. Not surprising. They felt like they had to apologize anyway, so they spoke to the door, hoping that maybe Levi would hear some of it. They apologized for making him feel bad. They apologized for being stupid, for being rude.

Levi opened the door, shaking his head furiously. He hadn’t thought that of them at all. They both end up putting their feelings on the table. MC will share with him some of the stories of why they can’t trust honey-coated words anymore. Levi will talk about his failures as the third-born.

“We’re both a mess, aren’t we?”

In the end they’ll both spend much more time together than they had before. Even just the peace of being in the same room, even if they were doing different activities, set them a bit more at ease.

They both worked on trying to be better at accepting compliments, with no pressure put on them, of course. And if any demon ever tired to butter MC up to abuse them, they’d be destroyed by Levi before anyone could say Game Over.

Satan

One time tried to give MC an compliment that was so eloquently written, it could’ve been written by a poet. They did not take it well, to no fault of Satan’s or his work. It was so disgustingly sweet, MC went pale, nauseous off his words.

Satan felt so angry and embarrassed, he refused to be around MC for a week. Which made things worse. Both Satan and MC were spending far far too much time in their rooms and spending copious amounts of effort just on avoiding each other. The other brothers had had enough. They all got together and summoned both of them downstairs to talk. Lucifer called them out.

“Whatever happened certainly doesn’t warrant this new behavior, so you two are going to talk it out. Now.”

“Satan doesn’t like me, doesn’t surprise me, I knew everything was a lie anyway. With a compliment like that, it was too good to be true.”

Satan was uncharacteristically at a loss for words. The brother’s plan seemed to be working, so they left the two alone to talk it out. The two went back and forth for a while, clearing up all the misunderstandings. Satan had never felt dumber. He knew more than most, even among immortal beings, and yet he still let his emotions overtake his logic.

Now that he knew how MC felt about compliments in general, he knew how to handle them. If anyone thought that words alone were among his area of expertise, they were mistaken. He would do countless research on other ways to show praise and affection that wouldn’t come off as hollow. He’d fight anyone that made them uncomfortable again.

Asmo

He’ll have the hardest time with this. He’s a compliment churning machine. He’s a hype man. He’s a man of love., and so he wants to let the people he loves just how much he loves them.

It’s like never ending torture for MC, and they can’t help but feel like he’s doing it on purpose. How could he tell them they look amazing? How could he cuddle as close as he wants and describe them down to the detail? Every day made MC feel sick.

It got worse when MC was around him the first time he got drunk. He’d throw himself at them, every word he said laced heavy with alcohol.

“MC, you’re so cute, I want you by me all the time. MCCCC, you’re so wonderful, and beautiful, and cute-ah but I already said you were cu-“

MC shoved him off of them in a panic. “Stop, Asmo. Just stop!” They fled to their room leaving a confused drunk demon on the floor.

The next morning, while he fought a demon-sized hangover, he draped dramatically over his bed, running over last night’s kerfuffle in his head. Although the minor details were fuzzy, the important parts remained, including MC’s words. What’s this he was feeling...guilt? No no, he couldn’t have that, he needed to fix this right away.

He brought over his fluffiest robe and a tray with little cookies and fruity tea. MC almost didn’t let him in, but Asmo looked...different. Asmo sat them down and made sure they indulged themselves a little before apologizing. He had gone too far, and making other people feel uncomfortable was not an attractive quality.

MC felt like they needed to admit to him as well that any compliment they receive makes them feel that way. It was just too much for them all the time. He’s stunned, but how is he supposed to tell you how much he loves appreciates you?

MC decides to limit him to one compliment per day, maybe two if they feel like they can handle it. So now every day Asmo stays silent till he can think of the most perfect, most beautiful thing to tell them, hoping that maybe one day they’ll fully believe him and take it to heart.

Beel

He’s very much an actions over words person, so it’s rare that he’ll compliment MC with words alone. He likes to bring MC food, make sure they’re well fed and hydrated. He’ll keep them protected, that’s how he best shows his affection. He’ll follow MC everywhere he can, watching over them.

Sometimes he does tell them that they’re so sweet, and MC just shrinks further into their seat. He’ll frown. He doesn’t know why, but he does notice this anytime he says anything nice about them. So he’ll double down on getting them all the food they want. For him food equals love.

MC found it nice, since he was working so hard on making them feel good without trying to compliment them, but one night they came to their bedroom to find enough food to feed a small demon army. They appreciated it, but maybe Beel was taking this further than he needed to.

They brought him back to their room, and he looked extremely pleased with himself. He wanted MC to eat it all, he wouldn’t have one bite...other than the few bites he snuck already. However, MC begged him to help them eat it, it would be impossible to eat it all themselves. While Beel was eating, MC sighed and crossed their legs.

“Beel, I appreciate this so much, but you don’t have to go this far for me, you haven’t done anything wrong.” 

They explained how they just didn’t like compliments in general. No matter who they came from, no matter who said it. Demons, angels, humans, even God himself could say something kind about them and they’d still take it with a grain of salt.

It didn’t take long for Beel to understand, thank goodness. Of his many brothers, Beel is one them who supports them immediately despite how strange it seems. He’ll back down a bit, but still make sure MC knows every day how much he is proud of them by the things he does.

Belphie

Get a compliment from Belphie? Probably if there was something majorly wrong. He’s not good with words in general, and he doesn’t compliment anyone. Not his brothers, not humans, not even Diavolo. So this isn’t too much of an issue for MC.

However, he keeps a close eye on MC, closer than most people realize. Because of this, he notices one day when a grimy, good-for-nothing demon he doesn’t know, tries to win MC over with their words in order for them to do something.

“Aw come on, MC, you’re so smart, brilliant even! So won’t you do my part of the project for me? It’s nothing you can’t handle, you can handle anything!”

He can’t help but notice MC lean heavy on the wall behind them, using the books in their hands to cover the lower part of their fading face. He comes over and puts a ‘friendly’ hand on this demon’s shoulder. Upon laying eyes upon one of the powerful Student Council, they hesitantly tell MC they’ve got somewhere to be and then scatter. Belphie looks at MC and shakes his head a bit.

After what he’s done, after everything he’s said, he has no business helping MC out like this. He knows how much of a hypocrite he seems. He shoves his hands deep in his pocket and turns away. No wonder they can’t take compliments very well when every demon here that does sounds like, well...sound like him.

“Thank you, Belphie.” He stops, looking back over his shoulder at MC. This human...they were so dumb and confusing, but...he didn’t want to leave them alone. They were exhausting yet because of them he’d slept more peacefully and had more good dreams than nightmares.

He won’t ever tell them how much they appreciate them, which is fine, sometimes MC prefers it that way. He’ll mostly stay silent, but stay close to them. MC can know how much they mean to him without him having to say a word. Especially if Belphie feels comfortable enough to fall asleep on them, sometimes in their lap, sometimes on their shoulder. It says volumes.

[yunkiwii]

anon asked:

“Hi if requests are still open, my request is for Stray Kids Han: Han has a crush on female member of stray kids and gets like confused because he doesnt know what to do, so he goes to Chan for advice. eventually Han confesses to reader. slight angst but with fluff ending please where Han and reader starts dating :) it's totally okay if you don't want to write it, but either way thanks in advance!”

i had so much fun writing this one, although i struggled to finish it 😅

i hope you like it anonnie, sorry for taking so long ♡

pairing: jisung x fem!reader

genre: angst ✷ + fluff დ

w/c: ~2.3k

warnings: none

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The group had just finished dance practice and were all headed out to have dinner. But as (y/n) was about to leave the practice room she noticed Jisung had stayed behind, still repeating the same three moves that were a bit more complex and required a lot of concentration at first. (y/n) is a great dancer, one of the best actually, and she is also a quick learner which makes her a great teacher as well. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d stay a bit longer just to help one of the other members out with some moves. It just happens to be with Jisung almost every time. They’ve grown to be really close and fond of each other after so many late hour practices, even though they weren’t the best of friends back in their trainee years.

“Want some company?” she asked, closing the door after the rest of the guys had left. She would never ask him directly if he needed help, he is way too stubborn and never wants to bother his friends.

Her question made him stop to look at her, and she could see he was clearly getting frustrated by not getting the moves pitch perfect as he wanted.

“You don’t have to stay,” he shrugged, pulling his hair back. (y/n) noticed he wasn’t a boy anymore and suddenly felt weird looking at him. The oversized shorts and t-shirt combined with his sweaty hair pulled back and the wrinkles of frustration on his face made him look so hot. “go get dinner and get some rest, I’ll just stay a few more minutes.”

He turned again to face the mirror and went back to the moves of before, (y/n) shook her previous thoughts away and joined him. He rolled his eyes at her, not wanting to admit that he in fact appreciated her company very much, it just happens that he also cared a whole lot for her well being and didn’t want her to push herself, even less if it was just to help him out.

One hour passed and Jisung still didn’t want to leave, stubborn as he is, but he was only getting more frustrated by minute and that didn’t help him get the moves right at all. (y/n) figured that something wasn’t right with her friend, yes, he sometimes needs help with some dance routines, but it had never taken him this long to master the moves, despite what he thinks he is also a great dancer.

“Jisung, let’s wrap it up for today, you need to rest.” (y/n) sat down, back against the mirror, facing a sweaty and exhausted Jisung. “Come sit here for a bit.” She said tapping the floor to her right and he did as she said, sliding down against the mirror and hiding his face between his knees when he reached the bottom.

“You know, if there is something going on with you, you can always come and talk to me.” (y/n) said very softly making the boy raise his head and lean against the mirror, not even glancing at his friend. “But if you don’t want to that’s also okay, but please take good care of you and take some rest. Pushing yourself throw the choreography won’t do you any good.”

“I’m fine. I appreciate your help but I’m fine, you can leave now. I want to be alone.”

He wasn’t being himself, (y/n) had never seen him act so cold towards anyone and even though it hurt she made an effort to not make it about her, figuring he was just having a bad day and taking it on the only person there with him. With that in mind she decided it would be best to just do what he asked and leave, but as she was standing up, looking down at his state, she felt this need to comfort him, even if it was in the slightest way, and placed a kiss on the top of his head before leaving.

After a while, Jisung decides it’s time to leave as well, figuring he wouldn’t run into (y/n) again that night, and he goes straight up to the kitchen to get something to eat before taking a shower. As soon as he gets there, he notices a covered plate with a little note next to it addressed to him.

“If you change your mind you know where to find me. Please eat and get some sleep. – (y/n)”

This little note was all it took for him to burst into tears, the feeling of his chest tightening up consumed him, he gets even more frustrated, not knowing what he should do about his feelings towards her.

He had only figured it out a couple of weeks ago, they were all watching a movie together when she pulled a blanket to cover both of them and snuggled next to him, the tiredness and sleepiness making her a little chilly. That proximity sent shivers down his spine, the smell of her freshly washed hair spread along his shoulder and chest giving him a feeling of home and comfort, and all he wanted was to pull her even closer and stay like that forever. That’s how he knew he had fallen for her.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear Chan coming in, only noticing his presence when he sat right next to him, squeezing his shoulder lightly.

“Are you okay mate?”, Jisung wiped his tears right away not wanting this matter to be addressed in any way, but it was too late, Chan saw the little note and it was easy to put two and two together, “It’s about (y/n), isn’t it?”

“How could you tell?”, the boy figured there was no point in denying it by now.

“Trust me, I bet I knew it even before you did. Besides, you’ve been staring at her note for a while now.”

“I really don’t know what to do about this.”

“Take a shot.” Chan said straight forward, receiving a confused look in return.

“What?”

“Exactly what I said, take a shot. I’ve seen you two together and something tells me she wouldn’t reject you.”

“Are you listening to yourself? We’re idols, working together, I don’t even know where to start explaining to you the many ways this could go terribly wrong! First of all, the scandal it would be, it could ruin both of our careers in seconds and even if that doesn’t go wrong, I’m afraid it’ll ruin our group’s dynamic; I don’t want to jeopardize our friendships. This of course, assuming she’d take me, if she rejects me it will be even worse because I’ll lose her.” Jisung was controlling himself to not burst into tears again in front of his hyung.

“You’re so focused on what could go wrong that you can’t even see how lucky you guys are. You being in the same group only has advantages dude! I say you go for it, if she rejects you it will hurt, sure, but it will also help you move on, which will not happen if you just sit there all frustrated not even being able to focus on your work. And if she feels the same it will be so great mate, it will be so easy to hide it from the public, you literally live in the same building and it’s already normal for you two to be seen together, if you stay low when you’re out nobody will be able to tell what’s really going on.”

Chan’s little motivational speech did make Jisung feel better and made him realize his hyung was right and he should in fact confess to her, he just needed to figure out the best way to do so.

For the next couple of days, he kept avoiding her, spending most of his time in the studio or in his bedroom, both places he knew it was pretty unlikely to find her while he was sorting things out. But the thing is, (y/n) was completely oblivious to what was actually going on and, to her, him being that distant only could mean one of two things, either she did something that hurt him in anyway or he found out about her crush on him and was uncomfortable about it. Either way, this whole situation was making her uneasy and she couldn’t concentrate so she decided to just confront him and find out what the hell was going on.

“Have any of you seen Han?” she asked Minho and Jeongin, who were too focused on their videogame to even bother to look back at her.

“Probably in the studio.” Jeongin immediately realising his mistake, “But he said-”

“I don’t care what he said, I’m going there.”

(y/n) felt like she was about to cry when she reached the studio door, opening it without even knocking, not being able to hold back the tears anymore when she started talking.

“What the hell, Han? What is wrong with you lately?” she felt like screaming when coming in, but when she saw him, she could barely speak, let alone scream, the only thing indicating how mad she was, was the fact that she called him Han instead of Jisung.

The boy closed the laptop as soon as he heard her voice, turning around startled by her sudden appearance. He stood up as soon as he realised the tears running down her cheeks, eyes all red and puffed, and it hurt him deeply seeing her like that, even more knowing it was because of him.

“(y/n)… I… Hm… Are you-”, he tried to get closer to her but she stepped back getting away from him.

“You even hide your work from me now?” she pointed at the closed laptop on his desk, “Please just explain why you’re being like this, have I done something wrong?”, her voice getting weaker word by word.

“No, no, no! You’ve been nothing but a good friend to me, a really good one, this is all my fault, not yours!” slowly he was able to approach her and embrace her into a hug, her face hiding in his chest. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, I just… I didn’t know how to so… I was doing what I knew best… I…” He started to hesitate, making (y/n) raise her head and face him. His cheeks were turning into shades of pink and he couldn’t look back at her, never breaking the hug though.

“What do you to talk to me about?”, she’d stopped crying by now, but this still came out almost as a whisper, barely audible, her heart beating so fast and loudly she thought it could be heard in the whole JYP building. But not even Jisung could hear it, being too worried that his heartbeat was the one being heard.

“I… I made you a song, (y/n)…” He found the guts to look straight into her face, cheeks marked by the tears, “It’s not finished yet, I was going to give it to you tonight…”

“What?” she released herself from his embrace, trading looks between him and his laptop. “What, why? I… don’t understand…”

“Well, hum, I’m kind of trying to confess to you…” He admitted, his cheeks burning like fire, as he sat down in his chair opening the laptop to play the unfinished song.

(y/n) stood still and quietly listened to the beautiful melody and words that were created for her, thinking of her, and it took her a few moments to let her sink in the fact that Jisung was confessing to her, through a song, probably the most beautiful one she’s ever heard, and it wasn’t even finished yet. She was overwhelmed, couldn’t even think straight, the boy was so nervous he wouldn’t take his eyes of the screen. When the melody stopped and the room fell into deep silence, Jisung stood up and faced a completely perplexed (y/n).

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same (y/n)… I just wanted you to know, that’s all…”

“But what if I do? What if I do feel the same, what happens then?”

“What?”, Jisung couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, he needed to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating. “Are you saying you do?”

She just nodded, eyes now locked in his.

“Because if you do feel the same you don’t have to worry about anything, Chan and I figured it out together, we’ll be fine.” Jisung’s voice matching his expression of excitement, with a little hint of disbelief, eyes wide open, sparkling as (y/n) started to make the space between them smaller every second. “You just don’t look convincing, do you really feel the same? Do you want to-”

“Shut up for a second…” (y/n) closed the little gap that was still between them and locked her lips on his, hands intertwined behind his neck pulling him closer, his slid down to her waist with the same purpose. The kiss was slow, passionate, but slow, as if they wanted to take the time they deserved to get to know each other’s lips. Jisung felt (y/n) smiling against him before pulling away.

“What were you saying?” the girl smirked, not taking her eyes off Jisung.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Jisung said, making (y/n) giggle at how adorable he looked, resembling a child popping the question to the cutest girl in his class.

“That was lame, but sure, you had me at the first verse of your song anyway.” She said making Jisung all flustered again, picking her up from her feet and spinning her around, both laughing, realising that their worries were insignificant compared to how good this made them feel.

“Our song.” Jisung corrected his girlfriend while putting her down and pulling her in for another kiss. He felt like the world was his, like he could do anything and all he wanted was for that feeling never to end.

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[drethanramslay]

26, 58 and 61 for ethan x mc please? like angst in the beginning but fluff in the end. thanks!! i love your fanfics btw i read it like 100 times and i can’t seem to get over it.

Aww thanks anon ☺️ and thank you for the ask ❤️❤️

You can find the prompt list here.

#26-“Are you angry…?”

#58-“Where have you been?!” 

#61-“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.” this prompt is in the form of a text message 

Author's note: okay anon I know you wanted a fluffy ending BUT, I decided to write it as a continuation to Hard for me i.e the prompt in which people demanded asked for a part 2

So forgive me for the ending

Word count: 1.2K

Warning: none, it's just angsty as hell

Cry for me

The next one week was painful. 

Ethan's confession in the lift had left Leah in a flux of emotions. On one hand she was joyous that he returned her feelings and that he was all in.

But on the other hand she felt gut wrenching guilt which slowly started eating away at her sanity. She was in a relationship with Bryce. She had a freaking boyfriend but that still didn't stop her from pining for Ethan.

She was so lost in her thoughts half the times, zoning in and out of conversations. Bryce could see something bothering her so he slowly formulating a plan to cheer her up.

"Hey Princess?" Bryce asked as they drove to the hospital.

Leah snapped her head towards Bryce. "Yeah?"

“Are you angry…? Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not, queen B!" I am angry with myself and the world.

"I just... Can't see you so down and lost. You know you can talk to me, right?"

I don't think I can talk about how I am completely and utterly in love with my boss and the fact that he returns the sentiments.

"Yap I know. It's just been a stressful week, y'know?"

"What if we have a movie night today?  We can eat junk food and laugh on trashy movies?" Bryce spoke up as they got out of the car.

"That's exactly the thing I need. Thank you Bryce." Leah smiled at him and wrapped her arm around his waist, giving him a side hug.

Bryce gave her a breathtaking smile and wrapped his arms around her. "Anything for you Leah."

As they stood there, with their arms around each other in the parking lot, Leah failed to notice a pair of stormy blue eyes burning into her back.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- After changing into her scrubs and grabbing a coffee from the coffee cart, Leah made her way towards Ethan's office. June and Baz were sitting and drinking coffee, pouring over the charts while Ethan wrote on the whiteboard.

"Good morning team." Leah greeted them with a smile.

"Good morning, Leah!"

"Good morning, Dr. Garcia."

"You are late. Where have you been?"

Leah's eyes snapped to the clock above the whiteboard.

8:00 am.

"I was getting the charts. And I am not late. We start the meeting at 8am." Leah said as she placed her laptop and coffee on the table.

"Dr. Garcia, this is not your 9 to 5 corporate job where you enter and leave at a given time. You are a doctor and time should cease to exist because our patient's life is in the palm of our hands. Every minute you spend wasting time, that much is cut from our patient's life. Have you forgotten your Hippocrates oath?"

Leah wanted to answer back, but she bit her tongue. NOT worth it Leah, calm down. 

So clenching her jaw and swallowing down the humiliation, she responded in a curt voice. "Yes Doctor."

"Tardiness in not acceptable. Is that clear?" 

Baz interrupted, trying to diffuse the situation. "Ethan she wasn't even that lat-"

Cutting Baz off, his icy eyes bored into her angry hazel ones. "Dr. Garcia, am I clear?"

"Crystal." Leah spoke up, glaring at Ethan.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- And that's how the entire day continued. When working the case they were like a well oiled machine but outside in the hallways, they would glare at each other as if they wanted to kill each other.

The tension between Ethan was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. They butted heads throughout the duration of the shift that even the staff noticed.

Leah felt like a ticking time bomb, threatening to explode. Anger, frustration and pain is a very dangerous cocktail together, and now she had all of them whirling inside her like a tornado.

I'm gonna fucking confront him. That son of a bitch has it coming. Leah thought to herself, her teeth grinding.

So when she saw Ethan head towards the stairwell, she followed him.

"Dr. Ramsey, wait up."

"If it isn't patient related, don't bother me."

Leah rushed after him and grabbed him by his elbow with incredible strength, causing him to stop and turn towards her.

"What has gotten over you Ethan?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." He crossed his arms and stood there, towering over her.

"You are a smart guy. Acting dumb doesn't suit you. Now, let's try again, what has happened that has made you so pissed with me?"

"Rookie, I'm not mad at you."

"Yes you are!! You said Rookie in B flat and that only happens when I have royally pissed you off. And last time I checked I haven't done anything wrong-"

"What you did wrong, was crash into my life. What you did wrong, was try to cheer me up on a bad day. What you did wrong, was comfort me in my pain. What you did wrong was have faith in me when I was in doubt. What you did wrong, was make me fall for you."

Leah's jaw dropped. What sort of backhanded compliment was that? Clearing her throat and squashing the butterflies in her stomach, she spoke. "Ethan you can't say things like this to me."

"Why not? It's the truth. I like you way too much for my liking." He said in a low voice.

Leah threw her hands in the air. "Because, I am in a freaking relationship! You had your chance and you blew it. Don't Gove me mixed feelings now."

"I-"

"No now you will listen. You pushed me away. You said that you wanted space. You wanted my professional development. You wanted things to go back to normal. This is the new normal, okay? Accept it."

For a first time in a very long time, he looked helpless and guilty. "I was so wrong sunshine..."

Leah stuffed her hands in her coat and looked down at her lavender converse. She was at a complete loss of words. If things would have been easier she would have kissed him and hugged the sadness out of him.

But life is complicated. And everything has a price.

"So that's it huh? So..." Gulping Ethan continued, "You are over me?"

Silence.

Her brain was screaming at her to say yes and to move on from the angsty and painful chapter of her life. But she could not get herself to say it.

"If things were not as fucked up as they were... Do you think we would be a thing?"

Sighing she patted his arm. "I think you are smart enough to figure that out."

Leah side stepped him and climbed down the steps and opened the door of the stairwell to find Bryce standing there, a deer caught in the headlight expression on his face.

Leah greeted him, curiosity laced in her voice. "H..hey?" 

Bryce immediately turned and started walking away fast.

"Bryce wait up."

This is some deja vu.

Bryce stopped and turned towards her, pain shining in his eyes. "Is it true?"

"What?"

"That you have feelings for Dr. Ramsey."

Shit shit shit. An alarm went on in her brain which caused her to freeze up.

"I-" Leah started but she was interrupted.

"I heard everything."

Leah took a deep breath. Cat’s out of the bag. No point denying it. "Please don't jump to conclusions. I-" her pager beeped, signalling that a VIP patient had arrived and she sighed.

"I need to go now. I will talk to you tonight. Please don't do anything rash. I beg you."

Without saying a word, Bryce shrugged and walked away.

Why is does it feel like the two important men of my life walked away from me in a span of 2 minutes?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was nine in the night and Leah was finally done with her rounds. Wearing her jeans and jumper, she tied her hair long black locks into a messy bun and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Letting out a breath, she gave herself a pep talk. Okay Leah... You have to make a decision. You are not Hannah Montana. You can't have the best of both worl-

Her phone pinged, interrupting her. She picked it up to see that it was a text from Ethan. 

Letting out a sigh, she picked up her messenger bag and walked out of the hospital, only one thing running in her head.

Who do I listen to? My head thats telling me that Ethan will hurt me again and that Bryce is better? Or my heart which tells me that Ethan is my one shot at true love?

It was painful to write this 

Also the last part got 88 notes so lets get this to 90 notes so that I have motivation to write part 3 heheheheh 

what do you think will happen in the next part?

ALSO GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS FOR WHAT I SHOULD NAME THIS SERIES

I love you guys 

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[vs-redemption]

for the character ask game: Luck, Magna, Finral, Gauche and Vanessa

From Cindy: Hey anon! I’m sorry this took so long to post! I just had to really think about some of these! It was super fun to write though, so thank you so much!

*Sorry this is so long!*

Luck Voltia

First impression

I had a tough time getting over the fact that his English VA was the same as Midoriya from BNHA at first, but thankfully that went away pretty fast. I pretty much loved Luck immediately though. I heard him trying to fight people with that crazy look on his face and was sold. I also lost my mind a bit when they started calling him the “cheery berserker.” Like, please give me a nickname like this please.

Impression now

I still love Luck a lot! My initial reasoning still stands, but I’ve also enjoyed that we’ve had a few peeks into his past and inner workings of his mind to understand not only WHY he acts the way he does but also gain an understanding that he has complex emotions and isn’t just a crazy fighting machine.

Favorite moment

All Luck moments are great, but I always laugh when I think about the time Mereoleona blasted into the Black Bulls hideout to kidnap people for training. Everyone else looked horrified to be dragged away by her fire claw arms, but Luck just has this super happy excited look on his face! He’s so cute.

Idea for a story

What about Luck discovering he loves a hobby other than fighting? Like singing or drawing? Or an AU where he’s in a boy band or something ahaha

Unpopular opinion

I do love his friendship with Magna, but I do feel like it’s a bit unbalanced at times and maybe toxic for Magna. I’ve said this before, but Magna is pretty sensitive and seems to get genuinely upset when Luck manages to outperform him, especially when Luck managed to get into the magic knights and he didn’t. Luck is also kinda blunt about things sometimes, and even if he doesn’t really mean any harm by it, it makes me feel bad for Magna.

Favorite relationship

Despite what I just said, of course I enjoy Luck and Magna’s relationship. Luck inspires Magna to get stronger, and Magna is patient enough to endure Luck’s antics while also serving as an example of what human relationships should look like since poor Luck has such a weird, unhealthy relationship/attachment to his mom.

Favorite headcanon

It’s hard to imagine Luck in a romantic relationship since he’s just a small ball of crazy energy, but I’d like to think he’d be super warm and cuddly with someone he loves.

Magna Swing

First impression

I had a hard time knowing how I felt about Magna at first. I never disliked him but I went back and forth about him a lot and I’m not sure why. I’m naturally drawn to characters associated with fire, so I liked his magic right away. I suppose it took me a while to get used to his personality though. I think his appearance threw me off a bit too.

Impression now

I’m cool with Magna! He acts loud and tough all the time, but inside he’s actually really sweet. He’s a hard worker, which I respect, and he deeply cares about his friends and teammates in the black bulls.

Favorite moment

I like when he introduced that new vanishing fireball attack (I think against Asta in the royal knight exam). That was so cool that he adapted his power and learned from the mistakes from previous fights. I also just love any time he freaks out and starts batting fireballs at Luck. It’s funny. Or any time he screams about his crazy cyclone.

Idea for a story

What if someone wrote a fic where Magna joins the Crimson Lions instead of the Black Bulls? He could train his fire magic with the Vermillion family. That might be neat.

Unpopular opinion

Magna isn’t really my type, looks wise, but I definitely did a double take during the elf fights when his sunglasses were off and his hair was all disheveled.

Favorite relationship

I really like Magna’s relationship with Yami. Magna really respects the captain, and it’s nice to see them go out and do their gambling together even though it usually ends up with them returning empty handed and naked. haha

Favorite headcanon

Magna seems pretty shy about relationship stuff. He looks and acts like a punk, but I bet he’d be a perfect gentleman to his significant other. I can imagine him defending their honor or just taking care of any assholes who try to bully them.

Finral Roulacase

First impression

Oh Finral! It’s hard to remember clearly, but I think I felt disappointed with him at first. He was just kind of this guy that was obsessed with getting a date and used by Yami for making portals. I didn’t like how lazy and unmotivated he seemed.

Impression now

I am a firm believer that Finral is a precious bean and I love him so much! Now that I know where his insecurities come from, I can understand and sympathize with his nervousness and low self-confidence. I absolutely love how he’s been working harder and learning to use his magic in more useful ways to become a more valuable member of the team though. He’s starting to stand up for himself and become not only a better magic knight, but a better person in general too. (Although his flirting never bugged me that much)

Favorite moment

I don’t like that Finral got hurt so badly, but the moment where Langris was attacking him and every member of the black bulls rushed to stop him was really powerful. It showed that he was a loved member of the squad, plus the whole fact that he was finally making a stand against his brother was a big deal for him.

Idea for a story

I’d like to read anything about Finral with someone, either a friend or partner, who gives him lots of affection and verbal praise so the poor guy can build up his confidence a little. He deserves that. Smother him with love and affection! Do it!

Unpopular opinion

I don’t really care for the whole “competing to marry Lady Finesse” thing. I want Finral to find happiness and be able to have a comfortable and respected role within his family, but I’m not too concerned about if he ends up with her.

Favorite relationship

I’ve been thinking about this for a few minutes and I honestly can’t come up with one, which is sad. Maybe I’m forgetting someone but it doesn’t seem like Finral has any close relationships/friendships. I know he’s friends with everyone in the Black Bulls but nobody stands out as being especially close to him.

Favorite headcanon

Finral probably has a lot of guilty pleasure hobbies that help him manage his anxiety. For example baking, knitting, reading romance novels, or listening to cheesy love songs.

 Vanessa Enoteca

First impression

I feel like I was just curious and confused about most of the Black Bulls when they were first introduced because they all seemed like… lazy or unmotivated, so I didn’t understand why they were even in the magic knights or how they passed the exam. Turns out Yami just hands out Black Bull robes like Halloween candy. lolol

Impression now

I like the growth her character has gone through during the series. She seemed like a lazy drunk at first, but when she is motivated she is REALLY motivated. Her loyalty to the Black Bulls is so absolute that it seems like she’d sacrifice ANYTHING or pay any price for her friends.

Favorite moment

When she goes back to the witch queen and offers to give up her freedom to try and save Asta’s arms. It is such a selfless thing to do and it just shows how much Vanessa loves her teammates.

Idea for a story

Uh… a soulmate AU that involves her red thread magic?

Unpopular opinion

I thought it was kind of random that she apparently has a crush on Yami. Like, its fine… I also have a crush on Yami, but I didn’t think it was necessary. Her admiration for him could just be platonic and that would be just as meaningful.

Favorite relationship

Either her relationship with Finral or her relationship with Yami probably. Even though I’m not a huge fan of the green in Finral’s hair, I think it’s cute that he came to Vanessa for advice and that she wants to help him reinvent himself.

Favorite headcanon

Why did I just think of Vanessa and Gordon running an apothecary together? They can just brew potions and poisons together and it would be great. I don’t know.

Gauche Adlai

First impression

Was I supposed to have any other impression than that he was a super creepy sister lover? haha

Impression now

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over the sister thing. That actually upsets me because everything else about Gauche is so cool to me. His magic is really awesome, and I love how unique and creative it is. And honestly, I don’t even care that he’s obsessed with his sister. I get that she’s the only family he really had and that he’s protective, but it doesn’t have to be that weird. It really doesn’t.

Favorite moment

I really liked when he used his magic to make a bunch of doubles of Asta, and every other time he caved and actually worked together with other members of the Black bulls. I also like whenever he blasts Asta with a mirror out of nowhere because Marie said something about liking him. Poor Asta has no idea why he’s getting attacked.

Idea for a story

Oh! How about Gauche taking over the church where his sister lives and becoming the protector of all the children? Or he could run a “scared straight” program where he intimidates delinquents into becoming better citizens.

Unpopular opinion

I’m not sure but I think most of his lines about Marie are actually hilarious. Like when he wouldn’t attack Sally’s monster thing because it looked like Marie. That was amusing. It’s just that when his nose starts bleeding and stuff, that makes it go from funny to awkward and creepy.

Favorite relationship

I’ll go with his relationship with the nun. He is such an asshole to her, but she throws it back without hesitation.

Favorite headcanon

I have no idea, but can we start shipping him with that scales dude (Damnatio Kira). I just thought of that and it’s making me happy to imagine it.

[superwinkies]

Super Junior:  Dating a Popular Broadway/Musical Actress

//weee back at it again with another headcanon! Hope the anon who requested it liked it! Tell me what you think! Also, i’m including Sungmin in all my writings now! But, it will be him and his wife! Sorry if you’re an OT9 or what! //

Boyfriend Leeteuk would never fail to monitor your performances.

but, it’s not like would comment on your skills or abilities.

it’s the small things like, how you gaze at the cast in some scenes, or like your hand motions when you do some actions.

he won’t criticise but would give you his feedbacks, which you appreciate most of the time.

also, it’s his thing to attend only the last performance. 

“end it with a bang!” he says

and when he does, it’s grand. Him dressing to the nines, biggest flower wreath for you, packed dinner box for all the cast and crew.

however, will always send you an encouraging text each night of your performance.

your relationship with him was not low key at all. it was kinda hard to keep it on the DL at first but you were relieved when you two went official.

You two now go anywhere and everywhere without caring a bit of the cameras and papparazis.

ooh biggest supporter Kim Heechul!!

he would always say, “not bad,”, but then you see him going on his youtube live and showering you with endless compliments.

“I thought you said it was not bad?”

you would then see him smiling shyly scratching the back of his head shyly.

Heechul is a busy man, so it is expected that he would miss your performance often.

but, he always makes it up! Either by sending gifts to the whole cast, or a simple dinner when you come back home.

dates with Heechul are mostly Netflix and Chilling at home. 

both of you being popular sometimes made it hard to go do normal couple things.

you mentioned once that you want to go picnic

lo and behold, Heechul prepared a picnic in his house. Set up fake grass, with a mat and picnic food.

constant harmless bicker but Heechul accommodates to you a lot. He probably would do everything for you

OKAY HE”S SWEET PLEASE!

Boyfriend Yesung would always go to your performances. You told him going once is enough but he insisted that you are too good to only watch once. 

Every performance he goes, he is always bringing different people. He says he wants everyone to see you perform.

Yesterday was his brother, the other day was two of the members and tomorrow will be with his school friends.’

Always a single stalk of rose for you which he will give once he meets you backstage at the end.

as much as your relationship was publicised, Yesung rarely ever posts about you on his social media. 

at first you thought it was because he was ashamed of you, but later you find out he didn’t want you to just be known as “Yesung Girlfriend” or get hate comments. 

also, you two would travel a lot together. If it’s not to a new country, it would be a short drive to the neighbouring city.

you liked that because people don’t swarm the both of you. you have your privacy and it’s usually one or two people who recognise you. 

also, both of you love going to record stores to find some hidden gems. 

a lot of cafe dates! and also museum dates!

for some reason Shindong do not want to publicise the relationship.

he went through it once and he don’t want you to go through the hate or scrutiny especially not when you are the country’s best musical actress.

Shindong is very careful. At first it kind of frustrates you but you slowly got to understand where he is coming from and to be quite honest, you like keeping it low key.

Dates with him are usually evening drives, watching movies in a less crowded theatre or walks at his nearby parks.

But, mostly chilling in his each other house.

No fancy public gestures, no surprise or anything on your performance day.

But, he will attend at least once, at least with his group of friends to not make it obvious. 

Come the end of the performance, you went to his home to relax and wind down.

You entered to his house decorated, with balloons and music and stuff, with CONGRATULATIONS hanging off the wall. 

He took your hands and made you sit.

Shindong would play the video he secretly took of you performing, you practicing in his house. 

You know he feels apologetic.

“I love it,” you would say as you softly caress his cheeks.

shut up our favourite dumpling is married to an actual musical actress!!

so cute okay!! please!!

Sungmin would be the most supportive person ever okay! Making time to see his wife before she starts performing!

Always sending her words of encouragement!

If he can attend, he would in a heartbeat. But when he can’t he would send you a text to ease her nerves!

He would definitely post on his social media about her performances night. 

Going on YT live together, doing fun tiktoks together, featuring on each other channel!

Just cute married couple things okay?

A lot of dates at home because our resident married couple gets tired easily!

Eunhyuk appreciates musical but even more so after dating you.

He admires the effort and hours of practice you do every single day. 

You would say, “babe, it’s the same for you?”

“Nah, I just dance. You belt out all your high notes like you’re talking!”

You would often shake your head and he would always like gently pull your closer using his arms and kiss the top of your head.

Man would attend your first performance, sitting first row. Doesn’t matter if he’s alone or with his members. 

When you would make eye contact with him, he would put out a small wave so as to not distract you. 

Somehow, this always makes you more confident. Like a boost of adrenaline. 

your relationship with him was mostly “accepted” by the general public and his fans. 

in fact, his fans would sometimes do an ad for your performance or even like send your cast and crew gifts.

likewise, your fans would sometimes send a coffee truck to his concert.

Dates with him were more free. Shopping dates, food dates. Basically normal couple dates. 

But, every date must have a slot for the both of you to eat ice cream because both you loves ice cream too much. 

sometimes, you two would go to the park, get a tub of ice cream from a convenience store and people watch as you dig in to your tub. 

Hae is the biggest fool for you to be honest

like everything you do is beautiful to him. Your smile, the way you smile, when you sing, when you focus on your script. 

He just loves everything about you OKAY

your biggest supporter! He would always post your performance on his social medias, telling his fans and followers to go support you!

He just loves tagging you, in the most random meme, edits of the both of you made by yours or his fans.

Donghae would never miss your performance. He goes to any night available if he’s free.

The one time he couldn’t was when the group toured South America.

Facetiming you to send you his words of encouragement and support! He would also ask his brother to send you a flower wreath on his behalf.

Donghae enjoys going out with you. Whether it’s to run errands or exploring new food, or even going to museums. 

His camera roll would be filled with his secret recordings of your perfomances or your candid photos he couldn’t bare to delete.

siwon is your #1 fan without a doubt!

siwon wouldn’t show his support publicly but he motivates you to be the best musical actress you can be.

“what is one challenge yo want to embark as a musical actress?”, he would ask one day randomly.

It took you a while to give him an answer. 

you eventually did

“I want to be at the top of my game. I want to perform at Broadway and have the public acknowledge my hard work”

He looks at you, only amazed and respect.

and that has become your goal since then. you were thankful for siwon for helping you realise your directions.

Siwon would usually attend at least one of your performances because #1 fanboy.

When he couldn’t he would make sure he calls you and cheers you on.

Siwon loves going on dates with you.

Sometimes, it’s exciting dates like a theme park or disco roller skating. Other times, it’s cultural appreciation dates. Occasionally, quiet chill dates at each other’s houses with books of your choice and coffee.

definitely each other support system! 

somehow, loves taking selfies with you!

“for memories,” he would always say. 

being an established musical actor himself, Ryeowook would always ask you to monitor him. 

More so than he monitors you.

Ryeowook would want like one feedback from you after each performance you attended.

It’s always things like “maybe you can vibrate your notes at the end?”, “keep your hand motion smooth?”

He takes your feedback seriously and he respects you. 

Wook also likes the fact that he don’t have to keep his relationship private.

Would also attend your performances and like standing ovation each time, even if he is doing it alone.

But, he does keep it low key. Only ever mentioning you vaguely in his vlogs.

with him, it never felt like you are dating a celebrity. likewise for wook. And he absolutely loved that feeling.

It makes going out with you easier. 

He absolutely loves going on walks with you. You were sure you went to more parks than you ever did your entire life. 

Dates with him are mostly at Incheon because he likes to show you the places he grew up in. 

You absolutely love going on coffee runs with him. You enjoy just grabbing coffee and sitting with him as you talk about your lives. 

in private, both of you love drinking. It’s like a thing for the both of you if both of you do not have schedule. 

also, a private duet when you are your house. Him playing the piano and harmonising as you sing.

power couple OKAY?!?!

Top musical actress and idol turned musical actor was sure to get people talking. 

it did!

but it was a lot of positive reactions and endless support.

so much so that the public and fans wants the both of you to star in one musical together. 

when it happened, tickets were immediately sold out. They had to extend more slots. 

Ads and news of the two of you were everywhere!!

Both your fans were always sending gifts to the cast and crew, and there were always endless flower wreaths on your performing nights. 

Despite the blow up in support, Kyuhyun and you were still wary. You realised that one wrong move could backfire the two of you and the support you two have been receiving. 

wary or not, the two of you still go on dates, sometimes public sometimes private. Mostly private. 

You like going on escape room dates or the movies or finding the best tteokbokki with him, but you also like cooking said tteokbokki and eating with him at the comfort of your own homes. 

[miss-tc-nova]

All Flustered - Young Xehanort x Fem!Reader

Ah, this, ladies and gentlemen, is a reader after my own heart! Yes, Eraqus is definitely my fluff motivator while I tend to write angst for Xehanort, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him! And you can bet your ass I postponed finishing ‘A SOLDIER’s Memories’ to write this!

Hope this is what you were looking for Anon. 

~~~~~

               I hum to myself, checking over the assignment from last night. The morning sunlight streams in through the classroom window, providing the perfect amount of light and warmth while I enjoy my peaceful moment. Once class starts, I’ll have Tardy Fleetfoot, Smarmy Fluffcoat, and Haughty Swaggerstep to deal with, names courtesy of Tardy himself. They aren’t bad people; none of my classmates are, but peace is certainly a rarity once those three are involved.

               “Do you ever leave this room?”

               Ah, peace is over.

               I pull my gaze from the text to find two of the rabble-rouser trio, Eraqus and Xehanort. The shorter male leans in to take a look at my work. “You’re not done yet? That’s not like the top student.”

               “I finished last night. I was just double checking it,” I reply.

               “Oh. Let me see what answers you got.” Without asking, Eraqus takes my paper and wanders off with it.

               I sigh and start packing up my things, very much aware that Xehanort is still standing there watching me.

               “Seriously, do you ever leave this room outside of keyblade training?” he repeats.

               My ears burn and I only spare him a glance. Xehanort had only joined our class a couple years ago but quickly matched our ranks. There’s hardly a subject he has trouble with and his drive is incredible, though apparently that doesn’t mean he’s above teasing others. He plays indifferent but it’s pretty obvious his classmates have become his friends. He’s smart and confident and strong and I have the biggest crush on him.

               I don’t know what happened. I’d been asked to help catch him up on our curriculum but he refused my help and did it himself in just a few months. As time went on and we had our interactions, I couldn’t help noticing that inspiring confidence and the spark in his eyes at a challenge. There’s just some sort of charm there that has me smitten beyond my control. It’s a terrible distraction in class sometimes.

               But I could never let him know. I prefer observation, letting the others hold most of the attention during class. By nature, that makes me a bit more introverted. Xehanort, on the other hand, is definitely not afraid to speak his mind. Not only would he very likely turn me down in a heartbeat, but the entire class would hear about it. Bragi and Vor might tease me for a while but even after that’s subsided everything would be miserably awkward. That’s one hell I’d like to steer clear of in this lifetime.

               “Yes,” I answer simply. “I just like to get here early. It’s peaceful.”

               “How the heck did I get the number twelve as the second tier ice spell?!” Eraqus exclaims from the table.

               Xehanort raises a brow at his best friend and I can’t help giggling. “Well it was.”

               I collect my things from the window bench and move to the table. Before long, the first class of the day starts.

~~~~~

               “How was that?”

               I drop my shield and give my go-to partner, Hermod, a thumbs-up. “That was great.”

               He looks to his boots. “I think my stance was a bit off.”

               “Well why don’t you give it another go?”

               “Okay.” Hermod and I set up once again but just as he prepares to rush me, we’re interrupted.

               “Excuse me, you two.” We glance back to find Master Odin approaching with Eraqus and Xehanort. “I know you prefer working together, but I need you to work with these two and help them with the new technique.”

               “Uh, yes sir,” Hermod responds dutifully.

               Oh no…

               “Thank you.” With that, the Master ushers Hermod and Eraqus away, leaving me to work with Xehanort.

               Crap!

               Xehanort folds his arms and huffs. “Guess it was a matter of time before we got in over our heads.”

               Trying to ignore the nerves working in my chest, I tilt my head. “You normally pick up keyblade work very quickly without any help.”

               “Yeah, well this one’s not very useful,” he grumbles.

               It’s not very common to see Xehanort perturbed so this is fairly interesting. Still, I know he’s determined so I’ll help him out any way I can.

               “I’m sure you’ll catch on soon enough,” I encourage, insides freezing at the skeptical glare. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got so far.”

               It gives me some joy to have Xehanort flip his opinion on the technique once I’ve sorted out exactly where his problem lies. Soon, he’s on the verge of destroying my shield rather than bouncing off it. At his insistence, we move on to practical application while sparring and he’s certainly got me on the ropes.

               Until disaster strikes.

               My foot catches on an uneven stone and I hit the ground. It’s too late for my opponent to halt his attack and Xehanort ends up tripping over me. I wait for the collision but it’s not nearly as squishing as I’m expecting.

               “Are you okay?”

               Eyes snapping open, I suddenly feel as if I’ve been lit on fire. He may not have been able to stop his fall but Xehanort managed to catch himself and prevent himself from crushing me. He’s still far too close for comfort though.

               Out of desperation to remove myself from the situation, I shove him off me and sit up. “Yeah! I’m fine!” I say, quickly standing and brushing the dirt from my pants. I’m terrified to look at him, terrified that my burning face will betray me. “S-Sorry!” My saving grace comes in the tolling bell. “Oh thank gods!” I breathe, scurrying back into the castle.

               It takes me ages to push the event out of my head. My diversion tactic is the usual: dive head first into my studying. I sneak away to the library which also happens to have a very cozy little window seat. As I settle in, it’s knowledge that washes away my anxieties and consumes the remainder of my day.

               “So you do leave the classroom.”

               Heart stops and blood runs cold. No. He’s not… My eyes flash to the figure strolling along the bookshelves. There’s an all-knowing smile on his lips and the way he approaches is reminiscent of a predator whose prey has zero escapes. He is!

               “Xehanort,” I manage to utter, closing my book. “What are you doing here?”

               “This is a library,” he replies lightly. “Can’t I come to study just like you?” I bite back my response. “But you’re smart enough to know that’s not true aren’t you. So I’ll get to the point: you weren’t at dinner.”

               He’s right. I’d been so focused in trying to push him out of my head that I completely forgot about eating. It had gotten so late, only the bright moonlight from the window was what allowed me to continue reading. “Oh…I completely forgot. I was so busy studying I-”

               “Why are you avoiding me?”

               Without even a minute change in his predatory expression, Xehanort takes another step closer and my body reactively shrinks back. The blood is flowing again and I can’t maintain eye contact.

               “Interesting. Our class’s top student, scared of me?”

               “N-No,” I stammer.

               Clearly entertained, he leans closer. “Then what’s wrong?”

               Snatching up my books, I stand. “I need to go.”

               One step into my flight, a hand takes my arm. I let out a squeak of a gasp when my back meets the wall. There’s a thump right above my head. I keep my eyes clamped shut because I know what meets me should they open; I can feel the warmth coming from him—that’s how close he is. Even more, I don’t even have to look to witness the sheer gratification rolling off him. There’s no doubt he’s enjoying this.

               “What’s wrong?” his smooth voice hums. The mint toothpaste on his breath ghosts across my cheeks.

               “Th-This isn’t funny.” I curse myself for stuttering, but I swear my heart is beating so hard that’s why my voice shakes.

               “Of course it’s not.”

               I finally persuade myself to peek and it was a mistake. His face is only centimeters away, those dazzling argent eyes capturing mine. I can’t look away but the wall won’t let me through.

               “Don’t get me wrong, I take pride in eliciting this sort of reaction from you, but this isn’t a joke.” I can hear the pleased smile in his words but my gaze is still glued to his. I’d never noticed the alluring flecks of deep silver dappled among sterling in those eyes before.

               Not the time for that! It takes so much effort to keep my breath from shuddering. “Then why are you doing this?” I whisper.

               “I’ll admit you’re very subtle, at least until you’re caught off guard. Then you’re very easy to read. I’m impressed you kept your little secret hidden for so long; not even Urd or Vor knew.”

               “No,” I breathe, knowing I’ve been found out.

               “Oh yes. And I’m flattered, really.”

               “Oh no.” I can feel the constriction in my chest and I’m praying to wake up from this dream.

               “Don’t get me wrong.” His finger under my chin forces my face up. “You’re very pretty but above that, you’re smart and quite the little sweetheart too, huh?”

               Feeling vulnerable and stepped on, I mutter, “Would you just get it over with?”

               His eyes almost glow in the illumination of the moon. “Alright.”

               Time stops, or perhaps that’s just my brain. It only took a slight dip of his head and Xehanort’s got his lips to mine. Due to the earlier mentioned problem of brain not working, I don’t resist his lead, falling further and further under his spell with each move. The fog in my head descends into my chest, dissipating that heavy sinking of dread, replacing it with a weightless euphoria I couldn’t have imagined.

               Xehanort breaks away but my lips chase his without my consent, stealing another kiss. When I realize what I’m doing, I pull back as far as the wall will let me, embarrassment blazing across my skin.

               “I’m so sorry,” I apologize in a whisper.

               His chuckle rattles my fragile grip on stability. “Don’t be.” My inhale comes staggered when his fingers slide into my hair. Speaking in the low voice that makes my knees weak, he murmurs, “I very much enjoy seeing how you react to me.” It takes everything I have not to lunge at him when his lips barely graze mine as he continues. “I look forward to seeing just what other reactions I can get from you.”

               “What do you mean?”

               “Saturday, I’m taking you to that founding festival coming up. Sound like a plan?”

               I can’t tell if I’m trembling or not, but I manage a steady answer. “Yes.”

               “Good.” Finally he relents and gives me a third kiss but it’s far more casual and relaxed—I still want more.

               The boy breaks away from me, clearly amused at the shaken state he’s left me in. Clinging to the books against my chest, I glance away.

               “You really are cute, you know that?” It’s in a teasing tone but I can tell that he means it. I have no answer to that but my stomach apparently does and I’d like to just die now. Xehanort laughs. “Come on. I bet we can sneak something from the kitchen before they lock everything down.”

               I gasp quietly when he takes my hand and leads me away in confidence. Before we even make it out of the library, I’m smiling away like a love struck fool.

~~~~~

               I’m running a bit late today. My dumb brain wouldn’t let me sleep last night, replaying my moonlight kiss over and over; I’m pretty sure I even dreamt of it. Then I’m afraid that I actually dreamt it.

               Turning the corner, just before I enter the class, I can hear people talking. Xehanort’s in there, talking about me.

               “So I’m taking her to that festival on Saturday.”

               “There’s no way our shy little smarty is going on a date with you,” argues Urd.

               “It’s true. Had her like putty in my hands after just one kiss.” That brings a frown to my face; it’s true of course but he didn’t need to tell everyone.

               Eraqus exclaims, “Wait, you kissed her?!”

               “Yeah,” he laughs. “She’s cute when she’s all flustered.”

               He’d gotten the better of me last night and, while I very much enjoyed it, I won’t go on without it being known that I can be bold too.

               Steeling my nerves, I stalk towards the offender. Silver eyes fly wide open when I snatch fistfuls of his black jacket. With a sharp tug, I pull the boy around. His arms grasp at me as I dip him beneath me and jam my lips against his. For a brief moment, I consider taking advantage of his shock and basking in this feeling of dominance I’m sure will be rare in our relationship. However, seeing as we have an audience, I release my captive and right his posture. Pride and absolute delight fill my chest at the sight of Xehanort’s bright red face and shock.

               “I-um-uh-I-” he stammers, truly at a loss for words.

               “Yeah,” I say, beaming at my friends. “He’s cute when he’s all flustered.”

[mysticmessenger210]

Hello! Could I request that MC break the RFA + Saeran and V, and that they feel guilty? Sorry if it's a strange request, but I really love ANGST xD

Hi, anon! I suppose you mean that MC break up with them, so if you meant another thing, you can request again.

Also, since you didn't specify, I'm gonna write it as headcanons. Thanks for asking and I hope you enjoy them.

P.D.: I really love writing and reading angst too so... *insert evil laughter*

MC breaking up with the RFA + Saeran + V

🎭ZEN:

—When you tell him you want to break up, his eyes fill up with tears even if he doesn't shed any.

—“Don't cry, Zen, you gotta be strong. You have to talk to them. You can't lose them” he thinks to himself.

—At first, his words are stuck in his throat. Then, he talks:

—“Why? Why would you want this?”

—You explain your motive as he's heart seems to stop beating.

—This can't be happening, right?

—When you end up talking and try to walk away from his apartment, he grabs your arm to stop you.

—“No, please, MC. Let's fix this. Don't do this. Don't go.”

—You bit your lip, feeling a mix of guilt and sadness.

—“Zen... I'm sorry. I can't. This is my decision. Please, understand it.”

—The second you leave the apartment, Zen lets his tears run down his cheeks thinking about how he has lost the most precious person in his world.

🎮YOOSUNG:

—Before you finish the sentence “I think we need to break up”, he has started crying.

—His painful sobs almost make you change your opinion, but only almost.

—“It's better this way”, you think to yourself.

—Yoosung tries to stop you from leaving by hugging you and burying his face in your neck.

—“Please, don't go. I love you!”

—When you leave after a while, Yoosung's heart shatters forever.

—At first, he is a little too much insistent and sends you messages to come back with him.

—But, when you don't reply to him anymore, he finally understands he has to let you go. Even if he doesn't want to.

☕JAEHEE:

—When you tell her you want to break up with her, she doesn't say anything for a minute or so.

—Then, she takes a big breath and calmly asks you why.

—In truth, she isn't calm, but she tries to pretend it.

—Her mind is running wild. Did you get bored of her? Are you in love with someone else? Did she do something wrong?

—After you explain her your reasons, she nods and gives you a sad smile.

—“Ok. If that's what you want... I won't stop you”.

—It's very painful for you to see because you know she is suffering inside. Even if she thinks you can't see it.

—When you close the door behind you, she takes off her glasses and tries to wipe her tears. What she can't because they won't stop coming out.

—For the first four days, she is tempted to call you and ask you to come back with her. But she doesn't do it.

🐱JUMIN:

—He reacts like Jaehee: outside is keeping his calm, but inside...

—PANICS!

—Tries to reason with you.

—"I love you, MC. Don't you love me too? Is there something I can't give to you? Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it."

—You are dying inside because you know your words are killing him.

—When you go from his apartment, he takes a bottle of wine and drinks it. Jumin, no, please.

—Will call you drunk and tell you that he loves you a lot. You try to calm him and make him go to sleep.

—In the morning, he will call you and apologize for his behaviour. Then, he'll try to give you space.

💻SEVEN:

—"We have to break up."

—He laughs at first, but you can feel a little fear in this laughter.

—"Good joke, MC!"

—"It's not a joke. I'm sorry."

—"Oh." Oh.

—He is confused. And his tears are almost falling from his eyes.

—Will ask you why and, if it's for something he can solve or change, he'll give you reasons to stay with him.

—If you still don't want to be with him, he'll let you go.

—For the first days, he'll hack your phone to stalk you.

🌸SAERAN:

—If he is the Saeran from his main route or Ray, he will react calmer than Unkown or another type of Saeran.

—He still will be panicking and crying.

—He doesn't want you to go.

—"Please, don't leave me as everyone else has done before." Please, don't leave him. I'm CRYING!

—It will take a little while to convince him. Also, you have to assure him that you won't leave him at all. Only that you can't be his girlfriend/boyfriend.

—He still will send you flowers and, like his brother, will stalk you a little bit.

📷V:

—At the moment you sit in his couch with a serious look on your face, he knows something is wrong.

—Doesn't want to think that something is wrong, but then, he hears you talking about breaking up.

—He has a sad expression but doesn't say anything until you finish.

—Wants to know what he didn't do right. He can change, he can be better for you...

—“Just... don't leave me, MC” he speaks so low you almost can't hear him.

—Even if you hear him, you pretend you didn't to make things easier for both of you.

—When you leave, he starts crying and thinking what could he do to make you stay because he will always love you.

I finally finish it!!! Sorry that this took so long. Also, let me know if any of you want a second part where MC tries to get them back.

[princesskokichi]

kokichi bringing shuichi back with the necronomicon

WE LOVE ANGST HERE GOOD KOKICHI SIMP ANON

also this is set place in a time where shuichi died in the killing game, and kokichi did not take it very well 

i wrote a short about how kokichi deals with shuichi’s death immediately after he dies, but it kinda sucks so i won’t be posting it unless i get quite a bit of feedback for it, but if you want the short, message me and i’ll send it to you ! 

also this is written in paragraph form and not listed butttt you know how it be - mod kokichi

It was completely unlike him to seek refuge in something as stupid as the Necronomicon. After all, it was just so,, stupid, it was so stupid. He knew something like this wouldn't work, simply because it was impossible to raise the dead

Even though he knew that, why did he steal the book from Shuichi's room? And why was there a little doll made out of his bedsheets that he made all last night, sitting there staring at him with button eyes? With Shuichi's hat covering its entire face, the doll being far too small to actually wear Shuichi's hat, he set it upright on his bed, making sure that it wasn't going to fall over and potentially fuck everything up. He'd written Shuichi's name on the back of the doll in case monokuma or whoever the fuck was orchestrating this couldn't understand who he wanted to bring back

He wanted Shuichi Saihara back, more than anything else. He wanted him back more than he wanted to end this godforsaken killing game.

Kokichi had read and reread the rules over repeatedly in his head, trying desperately not to screw this up.

Not that it would work, of course.

Who would believe in such a stupid thing?

But when you're out of options, sometimes the things you have to stoop down to make no sense at all.

He carefully burned the entire book down into nothing but ashes, collecting those ashes into a small container he got from the kitchen area. Throughout this entire thing, he set his bars low, but still, there was this feeling in his heart that maybe, maybe this might just work. Maybe he could get his Shumai back.

God, this entire thing was so stupid, so why did he feel the need to continue?

Kokichi wanted - no he needed - to exhaust all options before giving up hope on Shuichi, and that wasn't like him at all. He was never one to cling to hope or belief. What happens in the world is what happens in the world and nothing will change that, but if blind and unnecessary hope could somehow bring his only friend back to life, then so be it.

So what if Shuichi had told him he was always going to be alone? Or if Shuichi most likely never thought about him like a friend but more as an enemy, just as everyone else did.

Whether Kokichi had lied to himself to believe Shuichi was his friend or not, he wanted him back. He,, needed him back. He needed Shuichi back so much, the desire wrapped around his heart and choked it mercilessly. Shuichi had to finish this killing game. He had to because no one else was going to be able to pull through. No one else could finish the killing game but Shuichi, the Ultimate Detective.

No, Shuichi wouldn't finish the killing game as the Ultimate Detective, but rather as himself. As the boy that liked reading novels at three a.m and could have been found at the library at any point in time if it wasn't for Kaede and Rantaro's deaths that still haunted him in his dreams. He was going to end this stupid fucking game as Shuichi. And Kokichi was determined to help, no matter the consequences of his actions.

If everyone else hated him in this game, if even Shuichi turned his back on Kokichi, he didn't care. Getting the only trustworthy person to play this game alive again was the only way.

Because of this need, he continued overworking himself, although he didn't know he was overworked or mentally exhausted. As an all-nighter turned into an all-weeker, and now he'd come to the only conclusion that he could think of and it was nearing its final stages, he didn't know that he was running on nothing but the sheer hope that this works.

As he sprinkled the ashes over the effigy he'd created, and repeated Shuichi's name three times, just as it was told in the Necronomicon. This was the hard part, the waiting.

Kokichi closed his eyes tightly, resting his head on his bed. He was afraid to talk or think about anything other than resurrecting Shuichi in case it screwed everything up.

He waited.

And waited.

He must've been waiting like that for at least an hour or so because the sun was rising up from his window, not that he could see it. Kokichi breathed out a sigh, and as he opened his eyes, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

" Uhm-"

He spun his head around, coming face to face with the person he'd been trying so hard to bring back.

" Saihara-chan- You're-"

"I'm sorry, do I know you? Where am I, actually?" Shuichi looked around the room, his eyes wide as he tried to take in all of the strange objects around him that Kokichi had collected and put in his room. "Uh, last I checked my teacher said I was going to school. This isn't,, a school. So where am I?"

"You're in my room, Saihara-chan. You're the transfer student at this fucking school. You're the Ultimate Detective, you know."

"I am? Last I checked I was just a regular high school student."

"No, you just haven't gotten your first memory, I swear. This will all start to make sense when we talk to Monokuma and-"

"Mono,,, Monokuma? What kind of name is that?"

It took at least three days for Shuichi to finally be able to introduce himself back into the group. There was so much that he needed to learn in such a short amount of time that he was practically confined to the classroom in the beginning of the hallway the entire time, only really allowed to eat some food and sleep when nighttime came. Because of the short time frame he had to learn everything, no one knew he was back in high school.

Kokichi didn't know how it happened, but during these three days, while Shuichi was learning stuff about the school and the way things worked around here, they almost became,, actual friends. Shuichi was leaning on Kokichi to explain what was happening around him when he didn't understand what the Monokubs or what Monokuma was talking about.

They truly bonded, probably. So why did Kokichi feel so bad?

Ah, yeah, because he brought him back into the killing game where Shuichi would live in agony until he found out how to escape. It was a cruel fate to put him back into, but Kokichi needed him there since he didn't know how to end the killing game himself, and as long as Shuichi was there, there wouldn't be any more killings, right?

Right?

There were expected conflicted reactions when Shuichi walked through the front door, wearing his hat to cover a little bit of his expression.

Maki and Kaito had the worst reactions though, screaming in horror once they saw Shuichi and realized that this wasn't an elaborately pulled prank; the Shuichi in front of them was the real Shuichi.

"Sh-Sh-Sh-Shuichi??" Kaito screamed, his face contorting to that hideous face he makes when he's terrified, "I thought- I thought you were dead."

Monokuma popped up out of thin air, scaring Shuichi shitless. "That's because the Necronomicon brought him back ~ ! Ah, isn't that fun? Perhaps it wasn't a waste of a motive at alllll!"

"H-holy crap the bear can teleport?? Why didn't you ever tell me this Oma-chan?"

Maki took a step forward, her hand up as if she wanted to touch his shoulder to make sure he was real. "Why- why are you talking to Oma like he's a friend? He- he-"

"Sorry, sorry! Nishishi~ It's not like I wanted to see your reaction or anything like that."

Shuichi's shoulders slumped down a little bit as he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, "Jeeeez, Oma-kun, you're so mean sometimes."

This isn't Shuichi.

Kokichi scratched the back of his head, smiling, He teetered back and forth, shifting his weight between his feet and swaying his head a little bit. "Yeah, you're right. Hey, after this, want to go to the library? There are a few things I really want to check out there. Plus, I heard that there's lots of good novels."

"That sounds boring, but alright."

"Ah, then perhaps the gym? There's an awesome dojo around here."

"A gym? That sounds more entertaining, I say sure!"

Everyone had the same look of distraught strewn across their faces. Maki winced, clenching her fists tightly as she shied away from everyone. Kaito's eyes were cast to the ground, unable to make eye contact with anyone in the room as he followed Maki out of the room silently.

Kokichi wanted to hide away forever, practically drowning in these overwhelming emotions that not even he could repress. He wasn't such an emotional person - that wasn't his character. So why did this revelation hurt so much? Was it because he was just playing dumb and trying to convince himself that it had worked? Was it because he lied, to himself and to the people around him?

And.

Who had Kokichi "brought" back to life?

[writeroutoftime]

you’re safe with me

pairing: james x reader (requested by: anon) 

summary: james is protective of you when bonnie wants revenge 

warnings: season 2 spoilers, swearing, guns, hostage situation 

words: 1990

a/n: this was a good challenge for me because I feel that james’ character is tricky to write for, so I hope I got it correct. also, to the anon, I hope this is what you wanted with your request, but if not please let me know. other than that, feel free to request, enjoy, and have a fabulous day! 

oOoOo

If you thought you life was fucked up two years ago, you were sorely mistaken because this was much worse. After all that had happened, all you, your boyfriend, James, and Alyssa had wanted was to start over, and put the past behind you. However, it seemed as though fate or whatever the hell you wanted to call it had different ideas. 

It all started after you and James had dropped Alyssa back off at the shitty excuse for a town she lived in now, and you two had begun to drive off to, finally, lay James’ dad to rest. Before you could leave town, however, you watched Bonnie speed past in a car of her own, seemingly headed towards the diner Alyssa worked in. 

“Maybe she’s really hungry.” James shrugged, but quickly shut his mouth because both of you knew that was a shitty reason. 

Hesitantly, James drove even further away from Alyssa, but as he did so the only thing that ran through your minds were the strange mannerisms and actions Bonnie had demonstrated while see had been with the three of you over the past couple of days. Her secretive nature, the flat tire, the issue at the pharmacy, the way she talked about her boyfriend and so many more. It finally clicked in your mind: it was Bonnie who had sent the bullets to you, James, and Alyssa! 

James seemed to have the same realization too because he pulled off the road, suddenly and with a loud screech. He looked over at you with fear in his eyes and reached over to grab your hand, though you weren't sure if it was more so to comfort you or comfort himself. The only thing that didn’t add up was Bonnie’s motive. What had the three of you done to evoke this kind of rage? 

That thought was quickly pushed out of your mind as you realized what Bonnie was after as she sped past you. “James! We have to go back for Alyssa, I’m sure Bonnie is heading there now!” you all but screamed. 

Without a response, James turned the car around and sped back towards the diner to save Alyssa from whatever Bonnie had planned. Once you got there, James suggested that you lay low until Bonnie actually showed herself, which you agreed to. It took a couple hours, but eventually, once night had fallen, the customers slowly dwindled, and Alyssa became the last employee left at the diner. It wasn’t until James tapped your shoulder to wake your from your near sleep-state that you saw Bonnie walk into the diner. 

“I’m going to sneak in the back and try to get Alyssa out of there. You go and call the police on that payphone over there, then come back and wait for Alyssa and I in the car.” James told you, ready to get out of the car. 

Before he could open the car door, you grabbed his wrist. “Do you really think I’m going to leave you alone in there with her?” you demanded, angry that James wanted to sideline you. “I’ll call the police, but then I’m going to go in the back entrance. My name was on a bullet too, this is my fight too.” you told him. 

“(y/n), please. I don’t want to - I won’t - see you hurt. For my sanity, if not for your own safety, please stay in the car.” he pleaded with you, his eyes soft and sad. 

One look in his eyes and your resolve weakened a bit and you let go of James’ hand. “Okay. I’ll call the police and then go back to the car.” you told him and kissed his cheek softly. 

James nodded his head in thanks and offered you a smile small of reassurance, then opened the car door and ducked down to sneak into the kitchen of the diner. You waited a minute or before you also exited the car and made your way to the payphone that stood just below the window line of the diner. 

“Hello, hello?” you whispered once someone picked up on the other line. “Please, you have to help us, there’s an emergency!” you tried to explain, but the service was spotty and all you got as a response was broken words and static. 

Frustrated, you slammed the phone back on the receiving and ran your hands down your face. After a moment, you carefully peaked through the window to try and see if James had gotten Alyssa out of the situation. Instead, what you saw was Bonnie’s back and Alyssa, who looked frightened and unsure of what to do; not the strong, abrasive girl she normally was. As you looked in at the scene, you realized you had a decision to make: go back to the car like your promised James or go and help protect your boyfriend and your friend from Bonnie. 

It wasn’t a hard to decision to make as you ducked back down and ran as fast as possible to the back door. Luckily, the door made no creaks or moans as you opened and closed it to enter the kitchen area. A quick glance of the backroom told you James was sitting against the grill, two knives in his hand, and you crawled, quietly, to where he was. 

Once you sat on the ground next to him, James looked at you with a fury in his eyes you had never seen before. He tried to push you back towards the door, but you resisted and silently told him you weren’t going anywhere. He rolled his eyes, but handed you a knife for protection anyways. The plan was too disarm Bonnie, who had a gun, before she could hurt Alyssa. As you listened Alyssa try to talk Bonnie down, you noticed another knife on the oven across from you, and you reached your arm out to try and grab the handle for better defense. 

Right as your hand grazed the handle of the knife, it became unbalanced and clatter to the ground, which rung out loudly throughout the whole diner. Fear gripped your heart in a tight hold and you pushed your back against the grill again, and squeezed James’ hand out of habit.The only sound you heard, besides your heavy breathing, were footsteps, which you assumed belonged to Bonnie, before she spoke. 

“I see you two, get out here.” she demanded. “And drop those knives.” she added as an afterthought. 

Slowly, you and James stood up and made your way out to the main area of the diner, where Alyssa sat at the end of a booth bench. James stood next to the empty both, and you, reluctantly, sat down at the end of the other booth bench. 

“Unbelievable.” Alyssa muttered, deflecting her fear as anger. 

James looked towards the floor. “Sorry.” he mumbled, though it was more to you than it was to Alyssa. 

The conversation turned dark quickly as Bonnie explained she planned to shoot the three of you for murdering her boyfriend - Clive Koch. The same fear from before continued to grip at your heart as you realized these could be the last few minutes of your life. The only comforting thought that ran through your mind was that James was by your side. He made you feel safe, more willing to accept your death that was sure to come soon. 

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help the few tears that slipped down your face as Bonnie shook the gun every few seconds for emphasis. James saw this and slowly moved his hand to squeeze yours as a last ditch attempt to comfort you and district you from your fate. Bonnie must have seen this because she stopped her rant in the middle of her sentence and turned to face James. 

“Have you ever had the person you love murdered?” she questioned, the rage in her eyes unmistakable. 

“N-no.” James stuttered and involuntarily glanced in your direction. 

Bonnie nodded with a slight smirk and before any of you could react, she grabbed ahold of you and wrapped her arm around you in a tight grip, her gun pressed harshly against your head. “Well change of plans.” she said as you tried to wiggle out of her grip. “I’m going to shoot her right in front of you so you can live with the pain I feel.” Bonnie explained. 

With those words, your tears fell faster and more frequent as you realized there was nothing James or Alyssa could do to save you without endangering themselves, and you didn’t want that. Out of pure instinct, you glanced over at James who looked absolutely broken. 

“Please, Bonnie, don’t do this.” James pleaded, and though he tried to look strong, you could see his confidence waivered.

“H-he loved me, and you all took him from me! You killed him!” she shouted, her own voice shaky as emotions bubbled up, but her grip on remained strong. 

There was a desperation in James’ eyes as he rushed to answer Bonnie. “I-I killed him. It was me, not Alyssa, not (y/n), me! (y/n) wasn’t even in the room when I killed him, she’s innocent. Please let her go” James explained as he tried any possible avenue to keep you out of harm’s way. 

He had told Bonnie the truth; you were nowhere near Koch when James had killed him. At the time he tried to attack Alyssa, you had been in the bathroom washing up from the day’s events. It hadn’t been until you heard the thud of a body hit the ground that you knew what had even happened. Besides being in the house when it occurred, you had no connection to the actual murder itself. 

“It’s true.” you whispered, hoping Bonnie could be reasoned with. 

“People deserved to be punished, and that’s what I’m going to do to you.” she said with a finality that made you sob. 

The gun was pressed harder against your head and you couldn’t help the ugly sobs that escaped your lips. Everything you knew was about to end and there was nothing you, Alyssa, or James could do about. The thought that kept running through your mind was James. You didn’t want to leave him alone, but he would have Alyssa with him if you died. He’d be alright, right? 

As these thoughts swirled through your head, you missed the conversation that James and Alyssa had with Bonnie as they slowly brought her to understand the truth that none of this would help anything. Nothing registered in your mind until Bonnie loosened her grip on you, then shoved you so hard that you landed on the floor with a thump and immediately curled in on yourself for protection. 

“What do I do now?” you heard Bonnie ask. 

“I don’t know.” Alyssa admitted to the girl. 

What came next was a blur as the tears continued to stream down your face and hold yourself tightly to remind yourself that you were okay and that you were, in fact, alive. A few moments later, there was a presence by your side and you flinched away before you realized it was James. One look at him and you flung yourself into his arms and buried your face in his chest. 

“Shhh.” he tried to calm you as he pressed kisses to your hair hesitantly. “It’s all over now. You’re okay, you’re safe with me.” he promised. 

Even as you heard the sirens wail outside, you stayed tucked in James’ arms as you tried to recover from the traumatic event you just were apart of. Eventually, your sobs faded into a quiet sniffle and James led you outside when the police asked you to step out of the diner. For the rest of the night, you stayed connected to James side because he was right. As long as you were with him, you would be safe.