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Hiiii. I LOVE ur underrated softie fic ❤️ I was wondering if u could do one kinda similar but it’s friends to lovers and he’s overprotective over little things? U don’t have to use this but I was thinking things like he doesn’t want u to burn ur hand on the stove or like u sneeze and he’s fretting over u and worried ur sick? And everyone can see he’s in love but reader is oblivious lol. Thank uuuu

Little Miss Oblivious

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy this!! I hope you find the fluff quite cute!

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It was a privilege for some to have Logan Howlett as a friend. 

Inside his inner circle, he had quite the humor, he assured you he’d have your back, and among many other things, he always had the best things to say when you needed it. 

Some may call it more than a loyal friendship, but all you could see at the moment was that you and Logan were the closest of friends. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Of course you were oblivious to the fact that everyone knew he was truly, deeply, madly, in love with you and all you thought was that he was an annoying, overbearing best friend, who constantly treated you like a little child who can’t do things for herself. 

At first, there were the little things that you thought would slide, you know? But the more he did these little things constantly, the bigger they made you feel unqualified to even do anything at all for yourself!

Like two weeks ago. 

It was a Saturday morning. Well, almost the end of the morning. You overslept for the first time in a while as it was almost lunch time. You spent all Friday night till late, checking your students papers and preparing class discussions and topics for the rest of the next week ahead to give way to a restful weekend. 

Because you slept late, you were most likely to wake up late. Like really late. But as soon as 12:00 pm hit, Logan, who was around the whole X Mansion, knew you weren’t around yet. 

Had you eaten yet? Showered? Exercised? Anything at all? These were basic questions that Logan took seriously that one Saturday and wanted to make sure you weren’t, as silly as it sounded, dead or kidnapped! 

As you were heavily sleeping and unaware of how it was lunch time now, Logan now stood by your door, gently knocking it and calling your name. 

No response. 

“Y/N?” He asked again, putting an ear to the door. He listened to shallow snores, relieved to hear you were just sleeping. 

He slowly turned the doorknob around, quietly opening the door with another gentle knock to make his presence known. 

“Darling,” he said, “Did you eat this morning and fall back asleep?”

Upon hearing his voice, you, still with eyes closed, muttered a small no, which earned a huff of disappointment from Logan. 

“Come on, doll,” he said, now sitting by your bed, “I wanna make you some scrambled eggs and orange juice.” 

“M’kay” you groaned, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You felt Logan’s hands on your wrists, trying to pull your hands away from your face. 

“Stop rubbing your eyes, you know you’re gonna get wrinkles the more you do that.”

”Shut up, Logan,” you groaned, “I just woke up. Please.”

Logan just laughed, and pulled you out of bed to get you on your feet. 

While you were heading towards the door, Logan moved in front of you, opening the door for you as you continued rubbing your eyes from the instant light of the hallway outside. 

Logan’s arm was hung around your shoulder as you slumped towards the kitchen out of sleepiness. You knew you were getting some stares from other students who passed by, seeing Logan cling onto you. Oblivious to the fact that they were thinking about how Logan was being boyfriend material again for the thousandth time, you assumed they thought you were wasted somehow, needing stability support from Logan. 

“You don’t need to walk so close to me, people might think I was drunk or something last night.” 

“Nah, nobody’s ever gonna think that of you, Y/N,” he replied, “Everyone knows you were being a goodie two shoes and probably checking your students’ papers.” He replied, still hanging his arm over you. 

When the both of you arrived at the kitchen, your hand was about to reach over for the stool until Logan quickly pulled it out for you already to sit down. 

You didn’t know if it was the ‘just woke up’ morning feelings you still had or the typical annoyance you had for when Logan treated you like a baby, but you looked at him with a deadpan look. 

“I had that one covered, Lo.”

Logan, already whisking the eggs in a bowl displayed a small smile on his face, “Yeah, me too.”

”Hey, lovebirds!” Storm announced her presence briefly. 

You shook your head in disapproval of that nickname, knowing very well that you and Logan were only best friends. It was a clear fact, right?!

Storm, just pouring herself a cup of coffee, checked up on what Logan was making and smiled at him with a pleased look on her face. “Wanna save some for me or these all for your girl over here?”

”Oh, Ororo, it’s cool, you can have some-“

”These last few eggs from the egg carton are for this child right here,” Logan interrupted you, “She didn’t have anything to eat yet.”

”Oookay,” Storm chuckled to herself. She wasn’t hungry anyways, just in the mood for some light bantering. “I’ve gotta meet Scott now anyways. Bye you two!”

You waved her goodbye as she made her way out. Leaving you and Logan back alone again. 

There was already a carton of orange juice and a glass in front of you, as if Logan had already prepared some stuff before waking you up. So you poured yourself a glass of your favorite breakfast drink and watched Logan cook your eggs. 

You knew your best friend was pretty good at cooking the simple stuff like scrambled eggs, he always made them for you. But you wanted to at least contribute to your own breakfast somehow. Sometimes it just didn’t feel right for Logan to do everything for you no matter how much he insisted. 

“Can I help cook?” You said, tip-toeing from the stool to see Logan’s progress. 

“Just stay there. Let me handle this.”

You pouted, still watching him from your tip-toe position, which he definitely caught without even having to look up from his cooking. “And sit down properly. You’re gonna make a fool outta yourself when you fall, bub.”

You scoffed, feeling like an absolute child. “Fuck off, Logan. I’m not a child.” 

“You sure look like one,” he replied now looking at you with a grin, “An adorable one.” 

Before you could even reply to what you thought was a friendly yet teasing comment from your best friend, he served you a plate of his best scrambled eggs. 

Just by the smell of it, you instantly felt so hungry, getting a spoon and fork and just going at it. 

“So delicious,” you murmured, indulging in lunch, or very late breakfast. 

Logan sat by the stool beside you, “Hey look over here,” he said in focus of your face. 

You turned to him with a confused look as he scanned your mouth. You weren’t sure what he was planning to do until he placed a finger over the corner of your mouth, softly dusting crumbs from there to your cheek while you were still chewing. 

“There we go,” he said, getting a raise of an eyebrow from you. 

“Seriously?” You said, being interrupted from eating. “I could’ve done that later on when I’m done eating.”

Your serious look changed with a surprised chuckle when Logan, who you’ve never seen in a million years do, just stuck his tongue out of ridicule. “Whatever, darl,” he replied, “If the professor sees you ravaging an entire plate of eggs like you’ve never eaten before, I’m not saving you from embarrassment.”

“Please, as if you can’t help yourself from saving me from something somehow.” You teased, making Logan look away from you to cover the pink spots that were growing on his cheeks. 

Now fast forward to today. 

You were invited to a girls night out with Jean and Ororo. But they already went ahead, or actually, on time since you stayed back for an hour or two, catching up with your work and checking your students’ papers. 

Logan had already disliked the idea of you catching up with the girls at a later time. He already offered to check the papers for you, despite not knowing anything about the topic you taught. He just hated to see you call a cab on your own. 

“You’re not really thinking about going out alone, are you?” He already asked you earlier. 

“Do you want me to come with you?” He prompted this time, with you shaking your head and assuming he’d follow you inside the bar like a lap dog and drop you off there. “I can at least drive you and I wouldn’t even have to step outta the car!” 

You looked up at the ceiling, expressing defeat, muttering, “Fine!” This of course made Logan happy and relieved, turning around to get, or in other words, steal one of Scott’s cars. 

The ride to the club was merely quiet as you were doing final touches with your makeup. Logan from time to time, would take glances at you, knowing how beautiful you were with and without the use of makeup. 

Once you arrived at the club, Logan took a good look at you and reminded you to call him if you needed a ride home so he could come back as soon as possible, and of course to be careful. 

Over the first hour at the club, you and the girls were starting it steady and still with easy going cocktails, talking about anything and everything. 

Storm, being like the older sister of the group, was hard to be persuaded into drinking a lot later on with you and Jean. But you told her that Logan was gonna pick you up and might as well be picking the two of them up with you as well, she caved in… with the idea of teasing you about you and your watchdog of a friend later on. 

“So when is Logan ever gonna call you his girlfriend!” Storm asked bluntly, after taking one cocktail in. She was definitely a lightweight with all her years of being a designated driver or sister/mom of the group. 

“What?” you replied with a question that carried a silly undertone. “Girlfriend? What the heck are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, Y/N. What can you say about all the little things he does for you? He’s practically babying you like you’re his world!” Jean explained, taking another sip from her drink. 

“I get that he does that, but it’s only a friendly and annoying thing he does to me. That’s it.. Right?” you trailed as you saw the smirks coming out of both Jean and Storm. 

“Oh honey,” Storm giggles, “He’s smitten for you! And you should reciprocate! You both would be the cutest couple in school, aside from Jean and Scott of course.”

You grinned to yourself as you took another sip of your favorite cocktail, pondering about the possibility of being more than friends with Logan. I mean, let’s be honest. He is ridiculously good looking, he tells the best jokes, and he’s never given you as much focus and affection towards you than anyone else. 

Before you could ponder further, Storm and Jean pulled you out from your seats, heading to the dance floor with shots for the three of you to take. Time flew fast as you were dancing the night away with the girls, taking a couple of more shots from time to time, giggling and twirling around like girls who never had the chance to party this hard. 

Unbeknown to you, Logan had been calling your phone a couple of times, making buzzing noises and vibrations on your phone, which you didn’t feel since it was inside your bag. You were busy going back to the bar to get a plate of more shots.

Once there was a plate of shots on your hand, you waved over to your girl friends who waved back in excitement. 

You were holding the plate with a good grip, walking towards the center of the dance floor where your friends were dancing. It was that final step toward your friends that instantly altered the course of your entire night. 

It all happened so fast when you took a slip onto the floor, banging your head. Somehow the shots didn’t fall on you, but that didn’t matter. Your head was throbbing with instant pain and your friends quickly asking you questions like if you were okay started sounding like mumbles. 

You slowly sat up, placing a hand on the back of your head, wincing at the pain. This time, you were able to feel a buzz coming from your bag and as you stood up with the help of your friends, you took the call. 

“Hello?” you murmured, “Who’s calling?”

“Me, idiot!” It was Logan. “I’ve been trying to reach you three times, why haven’t you been answering?” 

You rubbed your head, trying to ease the pain as there was another pain coming from the end of your phone, “Ugh, not now Logan, I think I’m about to have a migraine.”

There was a short pause on Logan’s end. If you were able to see him right about now, you could see his face turn into a look of deep distress. 

“What happened?” He said the question in the form of what it sounded to be a command. “Who’s ass do I have to kill?”

“Um, nobody?!” You said in discontent. Logan was becoming, or already was in overprotective mode. “I just took a bad fall right before you called and my head hurts and-”

“Are you drunk?” 

“God, no, Logan! Seriously? I wasn’t even finished yet-”

“I’m picking you all up now.” Logan said, sounding in a rush from the sound of the background. It sounded as if he already closed the door and was on his feet.

The phone call ended and the girls rushed you to sit down, with an ice pack on hand already, requested immediately while you were taking the call. 

It felt like only a few minutes of icing your head up when Logan bursted through the doors of the club, appearing in front of you. 

Once he got the story after asking how you were and how bad the fall was, Logan started calming down, turning back to his over caring mode. 

"I told you to be careful! See, this is why I don't want you going out without me!”

Jean and Storm shared understanding smiles as they witnessed Logan go all soft on you. 

“Oh shut up Logan, I just wanna go home,” was all you wanted to say for now. There wasn’t any place like home right now, just being in your pajamas and resting up in your bed. 

“Alright, bub,” he replied, getting a hold of you and clinging your arm around him. 

The ride back to the X Mansion was as quiet as it was going to the club earlier. You were resting your eyes and about to doze off in the front seat while Storm and Jean were looking out of their respective car windows in the back. Logan was just thinking about how he was gonna take care of you tonight and tomorrow while driving back home. 

He felt so guilty and awful for not being around you this evening and wished he was there to save you from that fall. Though at the same time, he was starting to grow tired of doing all these acts of love without you knowing he loved you. He always knew you saw him as a best friend and he was scared you’d only see him as that. 

While Jean and Storm went back to their respective bedrooms, Logan brought you over to yours and you were just ready to jump into bed until he scanned your head, holding you gently by the shoulders. 

“Does your head still hurt?”

“I’ll be okay,” you promised, rubbing the back of your head. 

“That isn’t what I asked, Y/N.”

You crossed your arms, getting a little annoyed with the mini interrogation. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, okay? It was just a slip, okay? It wasn’t like I fell off a cliff and somehow survived! Jesus, Logan, it’s like you’ve been treating me like a baby lately and I really can’t understand why! I’m a grown woman!”

“I was just trying to protect you!” he defended himself, placing his hands on your crossed arms. 

“Who gave you that right?!” 

Logan’s hands fell from your arms and found themselves in the pockets of his leather jacket. He shot you a fast heartsick look and started looking at the floor when he started confessing:

“I’ve learned that when you love someone, you protect them with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.” 

“Somehow I thought that if I did all of this, it would finally click for you one day,” he continued, “But God, how blind can you be? I’m in love with you, Y/N.” 

Logan was met with your silence, still being able to process his raw confession, and thinking about what Storm and Jean had mentioned briefly at the bar, tying all of this together into reality. How oblivious and clueless were you really? You felt so ashamed of your snaps and unappreciated gestures now when it came to everything Logan did for you. 

Logan turned sideways, ready to face the door heading out of your bedroom, “Look,” he said, “Why don’t you freshen up and sleep tight, okay? Come back to me tomorrow when you figure things out.”

Logan turned around, facing your door, but out of a whirlwind, you swiftly grabbed him by the wrist to turn him around. His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could utter a word, you pulled him closer, your breath mingling with his. Without a moment's hesitation, you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his with an urgency that had been building for what felt like forever.

Logan's initial surprise melted away as he responded, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you even closer. The world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you in that electric moment. His lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and fervor, as if every emotion he had kept bottled up was pouring out through that kiss.

Time seemed to slow, the intensity of the kiss deepening as you both let go of any reservations. His hands moved to cradle your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the frantic beat of your own.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, you both stayed close, foreheads touching as you caught your breath. His eyes searched yours, filled with the same longing and passion that had fueled the kiss, and you knew that everything had changed in that single, perfect moment.

"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay." Logan teased with his worst lie ever. 

“Oh yeah? How about another then?” you proposed, wrapping your arms around him again. “I think you deserve it anyways.”

“Prove it, darling.”

[shaanks]

@lady-lauren the sweetiest pea thank you so much for the tag!!

What are your favorite books and why?

These are in no particular order

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King - there's always been something really compelling to me about kind of understated, internal horror like this. This girl steps off the path on the Appalachian trail to take care of something, and when she goes to try to find the path again, she can't. There are eventually some potentially supernatural elements, though given that the narration is through the lens of a child, its hard to determine, but like. MOST of what drives the fear and discomfort and alarm of this story is a child, having to go down inside themselves physically and psychologically to survive being lost in a place that absolutely could kill them. I've read it so many times, I always end up going back to it, and it's actually really short comparatively.

The Elfstones of Shannara by Terry Brooks - this is one of a pretty long series of fantasy stories, and I love like a TON of the installments, but aside from LOTR this particular book, the way it handles magic and the cost of using it, the way that loss and grief and purpose are handled, and the characters that have to figure things out in this particular book are like. Some of my favorite high fantasy iterations of all time.

The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi - this one is, admittedly, like a children's book, except it really also isn't. It's historical fiction set in the 1800s about a like. high society girl, who is set to take a voyage from England to Rhode Island to meet/visit family. She becomes aware only after leaving that she's not only the only girl on board, she is the only passenger booked, period. it ends up being a pretty harrowing story, and there is a lot of depth to her fear and the allies and enemies she makes on board. I read it in like middle school and it's held a special place in my heart ever since.

Demon in my View by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes - this for me is like. THE vampire novel that got me into the genre and that I kind of subconsciously measure everything against. There are a couple other books in this series that are also really good and fun but this is The One for me. It's my ultimate version of the classic cliched "I've always been different and no one's ever seen me until He Did" and then "he" is a centuries old vampire that's looked 25 the whole time who is different in the same, nebulous way lmfao.

Honorable mention: House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski - it's an honorable mention bc I haven't managed to finish it yet but it's literally this incredible nightmare monster of a story that is somehow so incredibly compelling and also like someone attempting to write down an incoherent fever dream while it is still actively in progress. I don't know how to recommend reading this book to anyone, but I also think it's 100% worth cost of entry to try.

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and literally anyone else who wants to play, I also love hearing about what people like to read and what everyone's tastes are!

What are your favorite books and why?

I’ve been seeing weird discourse going around about anti-intellectualism, and people are always always talking shit on booktok. I’m tired of it.

No judgments whatsoever—doesn’t matter what age group it was written for or how awful the author might be—I want to know your favorites, I want to know why you love them, and I want this to reach as many people as possible, so please don’t hesitate to tag others!

I’ll start! In no particular order:

A Series of Unfortunate Events - the series that got me into reading in the first place. Also the series that holds the first book that ever gave me a visceral reaction while reading it.

To Kill a Mockingbird - has one of my favorite literary figures of all time (Atticus Finch), some of my favorite quotes, and really just kind of changed how I viewed the world and the privileges I have in it.

Dune - changed the way I look at world building entirely. I’ve only read the first book and only because it was assigned summer reading, but I’m so glad I did. I’ve never looked at fiction the same way.

The Priory of the Orange Tree - I actually can’t pick just one or two reasons. It’s really a fantastic book all around. The world building, the history, the characters, the settings, plus how it all comes together in the end. I’ll never not recommend it to people.

Your turn!

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-Sova lover anon

Ngl at all i be giggling and kicking my feet even thinking about this 👉👈 Thanks so much for waiting for me and i hope i do not dissapoint. Love uuuu <333

<<<Reader is she/her. MDNI.>>>

Im lost with words iykyk with Sova (nsfw)

It always starts slow and affectionate with Sova. We know him. He knows himself too. He knows that he is a little bit of an overgrown man (190ish cm long like holly shit boy what did your babushka feed you?) and he doesnt want to overwhelm you with himself.

But if you press his buttons, yeah, he switches a bit fast.

When he gets the 'fuck me hard' signal from you he doesnt care. You are under him now.

For him, its his hair getting pulled by you. Its like a wordless signal between both of you. Does the job perfectly so why need to ask for it, right?

The second you grab a handfull of his beautiful long blonde hair and pull it, he growls from the very deep of his throat. His body lovering over you for you to feel his weight on you more. Mhm. He got what you want for sure.

"You want to do it my way, darling?" The russian accent with the word 'darling' sounds deep near your ear. You know our giant bear. He gotta make sure even if he is too much over to control himself.

His moves are much over and about controlling you and your body. He is playing with your buttons too but mostly like a 'dim red light sex at midnight' kinda sex iykwim. He is rough but not ROUGH rough. Just the perfect amount to make you squirm under his body.

He can overpower you so easily he cannot lie that this doesnt turn him on. Pulling you in, stretching your legs, lifting you up and everything. And the sounds you make for him while he does these things? He could listen to you all night long. (Thats totaly not the reason he likes long sessions with you.)

This man has the highest stamina in the protocole if it wasnt for kay/o. He climbs up an down on snow for a daily basis. He is not letting you go anywhere if you dont use the safe word and make him stop yourself. If you know how to tire him then its another story.

You swear the first time you two get close like this, you thought that he had no experience whatsoever but now you realize you are so damn wrong. He may not look like he has experience but its all because he wants to make you feel alright and safe in his hands. But if you want to give the control all into his hands, then he will gladly take it from yours.

Kisses, hickeys, bite marks all over your body. Did i mention he has no shame? I guess i did on another one of my posts. I will say it again. He has no shame. He will look proud if anyone notices the hickeys he left over you. They gotta know that he knows how to do his job.

If you were to ask him about how he likes being in charge, he will laugh and just say a simple "yes, i do". Maybe his cheeks will get a little red but not because of embarrassment, its because of he lies how much more he likes it. This man LIVES for these moments.

(I wish i had a Sova for myself 😔)

[kinky-thirsty-reader]

I love all your Konig artwork! Any chance we can get one of Konig in the barracks, laying down on his bed and on his phone and texting his lover? I was thinking maybe he won’t have his mask on, but his face is half hidden by his long hair. ;) Even if you don’t do this request, I just want you to know I love that you draw Konig and help us fangirls and fanfic writers some inspiration!

~♡~♡~König texting-videoCalling darling~♡~♡~

❤️❤️❤️Thank uuuu 🥰🥰🥰

König will always be my baby 🤣🤣 so when I read your request I just couldn't contain myself, I know it's not the style that I usually do but I wanna try new things more efficient and quick, and I keep seeing this wonderful artist doing this types of like cute storyboards that I just have to try🥰 .

And sry but I really wanted to make a version with the hood❤️

please if you still want me to make a complete one like the rest of my artworks you can choose one of the positions on the photo and I'll put it back on the list to render or if you prefer a new position you can tell me too and then it'll be a surprise 🤫☺️ I would love to draw him again!❤️❤️

It's just that sometimes my mind gets full of ideas and I dont know wich one to pick T.T

P.S.: I suddenly had a realization that maybe I try to draw him with more 🎂 than he already has, guess I'm no better than those nasty little manga writers 😪🤣

Either way hope you like it🥰🥰☺️

[ddejavvu]

happy mvm!!! hopefully this means you’re a bit less stressed, and truly you deserve a break! so excited to see what people are requesting and what strikes inspiration with you!!

I came here with a humble request of my own. what about cam girl! reader with dbf!remus? like maybe remus has been watching her streams/videos and loves her moans and whatnot but only recognizes it’s her when he sees some sort of jewelry or tattoo or whatever of hers?

as always, don’t feel pressured to write any of that!

thank uuuu sending you so many hugs <333

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

honestly i'm not less stressed at all akskfjdsf i really should have called mvm off again this week but i didn't have the heart! so now i'm writing my essay between blurbs <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Pass the salt please, dad?" You gesture towards the shaker across the table, and Remus acts as the middle man, passing it from your dad to you.

"Thanks," You shoot him a sweet grin, and when you roll up your sleeve to ensure that it doesn't dip into the potatoes that you're salting, Remus catches a glimpse of something on your wrist.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," He muses, squinting at the small sliver of the design he can see.

"Oh! Yeah," You laugh, sheepishly so as you yank your sleeve even further up, "I got it for my birthday this past year."

Remus thinks it's unfair that you show him the ink right after he takes a sip from his glass of water. He chokes on it, throat convulsing as his eyes trace the familiar tattoo against your skin. He's seen it biweekly for a year now, an up-and-coming amateur camgirl that he'd taken a particular liking to. His eyes often drifted to the art when her- when your fingers dipped below the waistline of your pretty cotton panties, camera resting on your stomach to show the slick soaking your digits.

He feels a few harsh slaps on his back by your father to help him with his cough, but he thinks he deserves them across the face for wanking to the man's daughter for eleven months. You're by no means a child, you're well past your 18th birthday, but he's sure if he were ever caught, your father would not act kindly towards him.

"That's- that's lovely, darling." He smiles at you, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the pain in his chest. His mind is running rampant with all of the times you've ever touched him with the same hands you touch yourself with, thinking about the brush of your fingers against his just seconds ago when he'd passed you the salt.

"I like it," You hum, rolling your wrist and curling your fingers in on themselves, the sight of them arched on display a familiar one to Remus's eyes.

He's glad his napkin is spread over his lap when he finally clears his throat, nodding and stuffing his mouth with food as soon as he finishes speaking, "It suits you well."

[indras-wife]

OMGGGGG BABES HIIIII, I'm so excited to finally read your beautiful creations, please bless us with Indra content, we need so much more content for him!!!

Sooo, I would love to request a scenario of our beautiful savior Indra, of course, and I do have a little specific idea in mind🤠

I would love to see a representation of the night after he wins his eternal battle against Ashura (because we know our man wins, fuck cannon), something like Indra dejected and a bit depressed even though he won because, well, he killed his younger brother, and even if he's crazy, he has feelings.

I think it's the only moment where I can imagine him genuinely vulnerable, ready to collapse into (Y/N's) arms and just… cry, grieve for all that he lost despite winning.

I'm so exciteeeeeeed, love uuuu darling💕💕💕

OMG THANKS FOR SUCH KIND WORDS!!! ✨💖😭Your work is the reason I decided to start my own small blog for our lord and savior Indra. You are legit the blueprint for this blog💖✨

His character is complex, philosophical and just perfect for every interpretation and requests like this definitely help to uncover his hidden characteristics. And YES FUCK CANNON Indra wins for sure. 😤✨

Since this is my first work, I don't know how it turned out(may not be the best for sure) but do feel free to contact me in case you have any suggestions or another request. I am open always for any criticism, love or even hate.

HOPE YOU ENJOY BABESSSS✨💖Thanks again for being the first to request Indra in this blog. Mucho amor y abrazos querida💖✨💖

“No matter what, I shall protect my little brother so no harm touch him”

The words which he said so proudly as a child, ringed in Indra’s ears. Is this how it should have ended? His one and only brother…dead?

As he looked down he realized that indeed it was their fate no matter what. Ashura was laying on the ground, covered in blood and with a big hole on his chest. Indra killed him with the same lightning jutsu he used to protect him from the boar when they were children.

The older brother kept staring at the body, unable to move for what felt like hours. He could not believe he finally killed Ashura and got his revenge. Though this is what we wanted to do, he did not feel the joy as he thought he would. Instead, Indra felt immense guilt, felt like the worst person in the world. He not only killed his only brother, but also his family: his wife and three kids.

“Ashura….” a small whisper escaped his mouth before he collapsed on the ground, falling on the dead body of his little brother. His body felt heavy, and he could not move any longer. Indra’s eyes closed from tiredness as his consciousness slowly left his body.

He woke up only hours later, drenched in rain, sweat and blood. As he got on his knees, his eyes met with the lifeless body of his brother.

“…..Forgive me Ashura….”

Of course, his words and the guilt he was feeling meant nothing now.

Monster…I am a monster…just as everyone labeled me…

That dark inner voice kept screaming in his head, blaming him for all what had happened. If Indra was not strong willed, he would for sure kill himself right here, to try and get rid of the heavy burden that will chase him all his life.

But he could not do it. Not when his own wife and kids were waiting for him to return back home. Indra casted one final glance at Ashura, a single tear escaping his eye as he turned his back and vanished into the thin air.

Y/n…

He wanted to get home fast. To be in her hands, to cry and tell her he regrets killing his brother. That is the only thing in his mind now. Indra was too exhausted to use his teleportation ability so he had to use the not the fastest way.

Only after a day was he able to get back home. He was exhausted not only from the long way but also from the heavy burden he was carrying in his heart. He felt worse when he thought that he left his body there. But what else could he do? He felt unworthy to touch his body and give him a proper burial. While he was walking towards his house, his thoughts replaying the fight, Y/n came out of the house.

“Babe….!”

Indra heard his wife’s sweet voice and looked at her.

“……Y/n” he whispered.

His wife knew him well enough to understand what had happened. She rushed to him and hugged him hard, crying from joy that her husband returned back alive. Whatever happened at the battlefield was not even important anymore. She has his husband back safely and thats what matters for her.

Indra hugged her back slowly, hiding his face in her shoulder and letting his tears flow freely. They stood like that for some time, allowing their bodies to talk instead of their mouths.

“It is over…he….he is dead…” he finally mumbled.Y/n knew he had the guilt in his heart. After all, he killed his only brother.

“I know it was hard…I know you carry this immense guilt darling…but…don’t blame yourself. You did..what you considered right.” Y/n whispered as she hugged him tighter. She knew he needed this more than anything. Indra was never good at words. He preferred his actions to do the work and Y/n understood it fully.

Indra looked at her, his eyes teary and his sharingan glowing like two precious gems. He knew his wife wanted to help him, and she did many times, but tonight, he did not feel those words were as helpful as before. He wanted to try and forget the scene in front of him however he could not as much as he tried.

“Let’s go inside…I will warm up some water so you can take a bath…come” Y/n softly held his hand, walking to the house. Indra could only follow her silently, hoping to pass the night in her arms, letting his feelings out and hopefully sleeping after months of no sleep.

[icarianiscariot]

similarly, kurona from blue lock- 2 5 10 11 23 24

MY BOY MY DARLING EHEHEHE thank uuuu

2) When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you’ve sent me a character I don’t like)

tbh??? the MOMENT he sided w isagi. that "i'm choosing you" moment - sure, it was conditional "because that's how i get to be put in the game," but i LOVE my protagonist and i LOVE EVERYONE WHO LOVES HIM TOO. i was like "aight bet, kurona is a real one" and have not looked back since

5) My favorite ship of them

ISAGIIIII planetary hotline babyyyyy <3333 the loyalty the space metaphor the way they're so in sync the way they always stand so close together they're a perfect duo they're so cute they're two of the shortest boys in bllk

although i've really been riding the shidou/kurona train lately (i desperately need content of Team 7. shidou/reo/kurona/igaguri shenanigans. PLS)

10) Describe the character in one sentence

Second fastest and first pinkest boy in Blue Lock becomes instrumental to protagonist's success and deserves way more love and appreciation AND BACKSTORY THAN WE GET (thank god we finally got his profile at least).

(yes i combed thru the stat blocks we've gotten so far and as of rn kurona is only second to chigiri in speed)

11) What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

genuinely and truly. this isakuro art of ri's

23) Future headcanon

OOOO HMM tbh i haven't really thought about where kurona will be In The Future. maybe: he starts growing all of his hair out. i think adult!kurona would rock the long hair. lots of braids <3

24) What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

mmmmm i think kurona is the quiet type who probably doesn't really share unless asked, so it SEEMS like he has secrets when really he's just like "oh, you wanted to know?"

although i can absolutely see kurona secretly having admired kaiser as a u-20 striker (speed of the kaiser impact) except now he absolutely cannot let ANYONE know that bc that would be SO EMBARRASSING

[keijoikawa]

electric for the selfship game with fav of your choice (or all of them) <3

hai hai miss manu !! i know i’ve spoke abt dis wiv avennie but me thinks i wan do dis one wiv aletio n’ lexipaz !! thank chu 4 askin !! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა always sosososo honoured 2 have u in mi inbox !!

when did you realise that you were in love with your f/o? when did they realise that they were in love with you?

♡ aletio ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

uuuu for me, i realised i was in love with him while he was interrogating the trailblazer… sowwy not sowwy but i was sooooo attracted to not being the victim of his harsh tone n’ insults… it was the first time i had seen him do it with someone else other than me (///▽///) whereas for veritas… he says it was when we had to work together that day ໒꒰ྀི˶ ◞ ˕ ◟˶꒱ྀི১ he claims i proved my worth n’ how smart i am but me thinks he was just being super stubborn since we were academic rivals…

“she fails to mention the imminent fact that it was exceedingly obvious she’d gone soft in regards to our bickering. regardless, when she focuses she has this adorable habit of going quiet - it’s peaceful.”

♡ lexipaz ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

it was very much a moment of falling for the hot higher-up… she’s sososo pretty… and she’s so kind whenever i needed help !! how could i not fall for her? (,,>﹏<,,) except then i started getting reaaaally bad shaking habits whenever she was near n’ stuttering when she spoke to me :c miss topaz knew i think… ( ˶°ㅁ°) she openly admitted that she fell because i was more “adorable” when i kept getting all shy… hmph… finding my suffering cute !! how mean of her… ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

“honestly, you should have seen yourself, darling… you also got more reports done when i praised you so it worked in more than one favour.”

[alienaiver]

Creme Caramel and Peach Parfait? (You're a Peach, Darling)

aaa ur treating my tonight by asking multiple!!!!! :') theyre always so fun!!!!! thank you <3333

crème caramel ー describe your favorite breakfast

uuuu ill never say no to pancakes with syrup! especially if theres fruit on the side, as well! i am a fan of the occasional egg as well, but theres always a 50/50 chance i find the yolk yuckie instead of tasty. which is weird, bcos its my favorite thing about eggs when i dont find them yuck! im more to the sweet breakfasts, i think, generally!

peach parfait ー name a song/album that you associate with a period time in your life & why

with this one im going with UVERworld's core pride! it meant EVERYTHING to me when i went to boarding school (both the lyrics but also the whole rythm and melody. i can still play it on my guitar to this day!) and there was a period where we had to visit educational schools to help us pick what to go for after the boarding school ended. it was a 40 minute bus ride back and forth every day for two weeks and i listened to it on repeat on my mp3 player!! im always transported to those bus rides and also that period where i binged ao no exorcist three times in a row for a week or so. like every time i finished the last episode, i started over. that was back when i only read manga physically, so i was only on volume 4 or something of that one!

[kirisslut]

may I request Izuku, Toga, Mina and Kiri (separate) with an s/o who has a CNC kink pls? Thank uuuu :))

With a S/o that Has a Consent-non-consent Kink

↬w/ Izuku Midoriya, Himiko Toga, and Eijirou Kirishima

↬Summary: them with a partner that has a cnc kink

↬Warnings: cnc kink, teasing, uhh, idk what else

↬Author's Note: I only did 3 of them, I hope you still like it tho!! Thanks for requesting!! - JJ <3

↬Do not proceed if you are under 15 as this is a 15+ blog

Izuku Midoriya.

He’s a little confused about the whole thing at first and it takes a bit of research before he finally understands it and what you like about it

I feel like he’d be very hesitant to try it at first because he’d never wanna hurt you or do anything like that, so he verifies that you know your safeword/cues various times before you actually try it for the first time

But I feel like after you tried it that first time then he’d really enjoy it, which actually surprises the both of you

Going into it, he didn’t really think he’d be that into it, but he gives just about everything a shot if you want to try it, but he was surprisingly into it and enjoyed it

He’d still like to make it a rare and special occasion though, he wouldn’t want it to be like every single time you had sex, because then he’d get worried that you didn’t actually want it at all and it’d just be a whole big mess

Himiko Toga.

She one hundred percent has one too, I do not take any constructive criticism whatsoever, definitely one of her top 10 kinks

She just likes it a lot, you look cute begging for her to stop even though she knows that you definitely do not want that, at all

“Why’re you begging for me to stop? I know you want this, darling, I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Don’t be a tease, you know you want me. Now admit it so I can let you cum.”

She’d be so mean about it too- and we love a mean Toga

She’s like the perfect person for you if you have a cnc kink because definitely has one too and will get along well with you

Eijirou Kirishima.

Okay hear me out- I know he seems like an angel, he’d never have a cnc, right? Wrong, he’s a fucking menace in bed, i do not make the rules

He would eat that shit up so much, he loves it, he’ll tease you about it to turn you on too-

“Awww, do you wanna fuck me, sugar? You gonna pretend like you don’t want it? I know you want it, sweetheart, don’t be like that.”

He loves mocking you and making fun of you when you guys are doing something like that, he’ll be so fucking mean to you it isn’t even funny

But he’s not like straightforward mean, he just likes mocking you and making fun of you for how much you’re enjoying it

[muffindaddystyles]

My love I have read your almost all fics before but today for some reason I read almost I had read them again. What can I see I'm absolutely enamoured by each one of 'em 🌻🌻🌻.

My best wishes to you keep writing and keep prospering ✨

And for my request if you can write a blurb for the memory loss fic about them having a baby they talked about that would be really sweet 🥺 No pressure.

🌞 Anon

THANK YOUUU SM BUTTONS! YOUR LOVE MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM! Y'ALL COULD REQUEST WHENEVER UUUU GUYS FEEL LIKE

HIREATH (Y/N looses her memory from getting into an accident and Harry loves her all over again)

It all began with the weekly cleansing of their home. Yes, home. After months and months of getting accustomed to every creak of floorboard, the corner of hallway where sun shines the brightest, the tiny library Y/N loves to spend time with Harry – she has finally come to terms with calling this big sleek house her home, her most comfy space.

And Harry her person.

She has got a bunch of her memories back but other half still haunts her to sleep and she memorises the one she has a grip on to never let them slip and to cherish them till they grow old together.

While Harry had his head butted into some dusty corner to retrieve some boxes Y/N went through drawers to clean the cluster out, they both were singing ‘I’m always by your side’ by John Park.

Though, halfway through it Y/N stopped. She felt like the words choked her throat with tears bubbling in her eyes and her fingers trembled as she flipped the frame that has yellow and lilac chunky hearts on it’s borders.

“Can we have a family of ours? I've some affection for another pair of little bambi eyes.” She doesn’t remember writing it back there and it hurts her like a painful stab.

You don’t remember the most important detail of your own damn life, what a sadist.

She scoffed to herself.

When Harry didn’t hear the saccharine hum of her wife his head perked up, “Lovie?” His smile that was fluttering up from hearing their favourite part coming up and him about to be yelling at her to sing it with him dropped wrenchingly when he heard those sniffles.

“Baby.” He rounded towards her worriedly. Massaging her shoulder to make her look at him and the sorrow in his’s loves eyes broke his heart into shards tumbling him to his knees infront of her.

“What happened, darling?” He asked cupping her cheek gently and ran his thumb over her wobbling damp lip.

She just shook her head and sucked through her teeth, dollops of tears fell on Harry’s cheeks and sobbed into his hand with her eyes bolted shut.

“’M sorry!” Harry frowned when she apologised stroking her nose into his wrist, “Sorry f'what sweet pie?” He asked getting more concerned every second ticked by.

“That you wanted a family with me and I ruined that f'you ...” Her hiccups went breathless and Harry’s heart thumped into outer space for some seconds, he completely forgot about that lil present.

“Shh. Shh. ‘s okay me sweet girl, shh c’mon. Nothing’s ye fault. ‘M happy that you’re safe, healthy and happy in my arms, yeah?” He went to hug her and let her cuddle into him and she breathes his tangerine vanilla-y scent to calm herself down.

“Are you happy, though?” His tone was uncertain and his irises lurked with hope.

“Very.” He sighed in relief when She squeezed his fingers and bobbed her head profusely with that cute shy smile of hers, “Then all set! ... and fo’ babies my love we could have them whenever y'want,” He grazes his palm down her spine in smooth circles, “Whenever you’re ready.” He affirmed her in his most loving and assuring voice.

“Can we try for it now?” Harry’s brows shot up at her timid and hesitant whisper, his eyes glossed with tears of happiness because he thought he'd never be able to see this moment in his all life.

He pets her hair down her head and kissed her forehead, arms wounding around her shoulders to embrace her protectively and sentimentally.

“You want a tiny me and a tiny you!?” He grinned pushing her back gently to look down at her with cheerful eyes, when she bobbed her head with equal enthusiasm and excitement he turned all soft and mushy -- palm pressing against her belly.

“Want me t’put a baby in this pretty tummy of yours?” He smooched pecks on her lips, then kissed her compassionately at her honest confession that she actually wants what he’s been wanting for ages.

She wants to be the mommy of his babies.

.

Y/N's 6 months pregnant. With Harry’s bub. In a phase of it where her skin's all glassy and glowing, her eyes angelic and they grow proper lil suns on the sight of her hubby coming back home early to them.

Harry’s been never happier than this. He feels as if the whole world’s yarned up into his pocket.

He makes sure that his lovin’ is feeling comfy and pleased everytime, staying awake with her till mornings -- eating snacks and her weird cravings with her to make her feel less bad about it, taking care of her diet plans and her health, loads of love making and satiating sex, he’s always there to wipe her tears and listen to her tantrums all caused from her maternal hormones.

“Harry! Bambi eyed!!” She’s been sprawled on their deep snuggly sofa watching telly when she felt the baby moving around inside her while Harry swirled more cream on their strawberry pies.

“What happened –.. wait.” Anxiously Harry rushes back only to be met by his overly joyed girl as she huffs trying to sit up, “Come watch my belly, our baby’s havin’ a dance party inside here!” She giggles and forwards her hand for him to grab.

“Gimme your hand! Gimme! Gimme!”

“Is that so?” Harry smiles fondly wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her from back to his chest, “Don’t hear any music babe.” He teases her planting his ear against her swollen belly all of his teeth showing brightly when he feels a small prod against his cheek.

“Our bub just kicked!!” He squeals, smacking a little rushy kiss to her lips then again fixes himself back to his favourite spot.

Every night he reads books to the baby and listens to music with headphones around her belly in this exact spot.

“Harry ...” Y/N scratches his head and runs her fingers through his curls hoping that there lil one get them as walnutish and pretty.

“Do y'think I’ll be a good mother?” At that Harry moves all his attention on her and makes scooches her nearer to her, “Why’d y'ask that baby?” He asks brushing the loose strands of her hair way.

“Dunno.” She shrugs clutching the hem of his hoodie, “I don’t remember stuff from our past – sometimes I forget too much and then it comes all back. What if in old age my amnesia hits back and they'd get too annoyed by me.” There comes the pregnancy whining and wild thinking, messy tears and anxious thoughts.

“Moppet ...” Harry sighs, closing his eyes and kisses her cheeks.

“You’re g'na be the best mommy ever! Knows that they’ll love you endlessly, darling. Your memories doesn’t change the person you’re – my love, my life, the momma of my babies, you’re doin’ so good.” She giggles through her sniffles when Harry showers her in loud slobbery kisses.

“Watermelon with peanut butter sounds so good right now.” She murmurs into his neck and Harry’s glad she’s all bunched up in his arms because he did most disgusting face he could ever scrunch up.

“But, I just made y’a pie!” He whines counting on his fingers when she bursts into tears upon hearing that.

“Cute. Thank you. But, your baby wants that.” She pokes him in ribs and gives him the most puppy eyes ever.

“Alright. Not joining along though.” He gives her a pointed look and plucks her pout.

“Harry! Promise it’ll taste s’good.”

“I bet.” He quips, creating comical gagging noises.

“Meanie.” She grumps trying to bite his earlobe mischievously.

[sentientdroids]

Fic Author Self Rec

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

i was tagged by my darling @pchberrytea ❤️ throwing tags at some of the most talented people i know @jld-az @shallow-gravy @lilin-writes @ejunkiet @tiesthatbind1899

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1. Comply [Marvel Cinematic Universe]

In her, some part of him recognizes itself.

Or, in which SHIELD is reformed and not dissolved, and Bucky feels the weight of his wounds. A story told in vignettes.

MYY FKN BABY my current hyperfixation the air that i breathe. like all my most precious ideas, this one came to me in a dream and shortly after, wrecked my life and stole my sanity. literally don’t care if this is only ever for me bc i adore the story and the characters and their relationships to each other. the chapters are short and i’ll probably always worry that it’s a bad thing but i also feel that the medium suits the particular story i’m trying to tell and anyway i have Bucky Barnes brain rot and it’s terminal

2. Visage [The Mandalorian]

The way Mandalorians appreciate beauty is...subtle. Quiet and reverent.

This is the way.

eyyyy i just wanted Din Djarin to be soft and yearning and it’s completely self-indulgent

3. Cruel World [Fallout 4]

Danse and Nora's relationship fell apart years ago, but when they both end up in the Commonwealth waging war against the Institute, their paths cross again.

Time can't heal everything but they'll always have a soft spot for each other.

listen…..reading it now it’s kinda hot garbage LMAO i’m really tempted to rewrite it but it’s never gonna not be one of my faves because it was my first fic and the thing about me is i’m a sentimental ass bitch and also i’m in love with Nora <3 it made me so many friends and i grew tremendously while writing it and i think about it all the time. the story that got me through college has a special place in my heart.

4. Whiplash [Red Dead Redemption II]

Arthur Morgan meets a lone outlaw, a wanted woman, and his pursuit of her isn’t purely a matter of money.

i proved a lot to myself with this one. i made a character much different than what came naturally to me and it’s finished (!!) and damn. got a lot of seratonin from Maggie thank uuuu outlaws for life

5. Gaps in the Armor [Fallout 4]

She strikes when he isn’t ready, like any worthy adversary. She’s formidable, beautiful, and she knows how to shoot through the gaps in his armor.

this one is also impressive simply by virtue of it actually having been completed. i did wanna take it another direction at one point and draw it out more but i wanna do that with everything so what’s new y’know. i do actually like this one still mostly and it’s some of the only smut i’ve shared and even if it ain’t much it was a big step!today i can proudly say i’m unapologetically horny on main, even if i still keep my smut locked away where it can’t see the light of day.

[tyongvc]

haechan + prompt 11&18 + him being jealous when he find out his s/o still hangs out with their ex (mark) ? thank uuuu

— mine ; l.dh ; 0.8k

[!] jealous bf!haechan of ex!bf mark, spanking, hair pulling, no mentioning of protection (stay safe!)

prompts ; “i want him fuck you, so you know i can do it better.” + “on all fours, right now!”

“you know, i actually missed hanging out with you”, mark said, making you giggle lightly. “we should meet up from time to time. i really miss you.”

“i missed hanging out with you, too, but you know that i have a boyfriend now. yes, we are on good terms now, but i don’t want to break his heart, mark”, you replied. “i really love him. i loved you, but i don’t want to madden him in any way.”

“i get that and i totally understand that. i just hoped that we would continue being on good terms.”

“wanna watch a movie?”, you then asked him. when he nodded, you two chose a romantic comedy. as you were at your shared place with donghyuck, your boyfriend, you were sitting on your couch in the living room - quite close to each other. it was something, your boyfriend would easily get jealous about. he wasn’t here, though. it didn’t matter to you; mark and you still were good friends and hyuck had to accept that.

he did accept that you were good with your ex. however, he didn’t like the fact that you two were so close to each other. so, when he entered the small apartment, you startled as he rammed the door shut. “hey, babe”, you greeted him innocently, not even thinking that he might be jealous or mad. donghyuck ignored you.

“mark, i need to talk to my girlfriend. in private”, he said with a stern voice, you already assumed that he was mad. “you can meet up somewhen else again.”

“yeah, sure. i’ll.. uh leave then”, he said, more directed to you. “i’ll talk to you later then, sweet pea.”

that was one thing that made hyuck even more jealous and mad.

you were aware of that.

when mark finally left, you already felt donghyuck to put his hand around your neck, slightly choking you.

“sweat pea, huh? what do you call him? baby? or something else maybe?”, he growled. hyuck was mad - not even just a little but you loved it.

“go to the bedroom and take your clothes off. i think you need to be reminded of who you belong to”, he grunted, letting you go. you decided that you should do whatever he wants to, so you ran to the bedroom; ignoring the way he lowly chuckled.

you waited for him on the bed, sitting there as you waited for your boyfriend to come inside the room. when hyuck finally entered the room, he already was ordering you around, “on all fours, right fucking now!” you startled at his outburst. Immediately, you complied and moaned lightly when you felt him spank your ass.

"you like that, you little slut? you like it when i'm rough on you?"

you nodded - donghyuck didn't like that, though. he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back. "answer properly."

"yes! fuck, i love it!", you cried out at the sudden pain. "please, hyuck, please, i want you to fuck me", you yelled. once again, you felt him spank your ass.

"what about mark, huh? do you want to fuck him, too?"

"w-what? no!", you replied when you didn't expect him to ask that.

"you know what? i want him to fuck you. just so you would know that i do it a lot better. that you understand that you’re only mine", you could literally hear the cockiness in his voice, you knew exactly that he was smirking.

"god, i don't care what you want right now, just please, babe. fuck me", you whined when you felt him pull your pants off and finally entered a finger into your cunt. your head fell down on the pillow with the small amount of pleasure he made you feel. "is that enough? is my finger enough? tell me what exactly you want, babe."

"i want you to fuck me. properly. you want me to know that you do me better? then prove it", you tried to rile him up, knowing that those words had a great effect on him.

you heard him pulling his pants down before you felt his tip on your enterance. "beg for it."

you whined when you heard those words. "please, hyuck. please."

"that's not even close to be enough, babe", he continued teasing you. "but i'll be nice tonight."

that was the last words he said when you felt him enter you. the stretch was intense, you almost screamed when he started to pound into you. his pace was fast and you enjoyed every single second of it. your moans were loud as you felt the knot in your belly tighten up.

"are you already close? i barely even started, babe. don't you even think you're getting away with this so easily. you're in for such a long night, darling."

[doycngs]

lee taeyong. | angel of death. [i]

summary. you’re a witness to the attempted assassination of the most prominent mafia gang in neo city... looks like you’re the only one too far out of your depth.

pairing. y/n x nct’s taeyong, y/n x nct’s yuta (platonic)

genre. mafia!au, strangers to lovers!au

word count. 5k

[five part series]

part I   |   part II   |   part III   | part IV | part V

warnings. fem!reader, blood, description of violence and death, guns, swearing, murder, yuta is a fwb (key letter: actual f, bonus that their friendship also drives the plot haha), taeyong is a dick (not gonna lie), actually most of the members are mean lolz, i’m sure they are other things have may be considered triggering so if this fic is not for you, please do not read! thank uuuu

taglist. @ncteaxhoe @n0average @theworld-accordingtocasey

(please just reply to this post if you wanna join the taglist! thanks <3)

i am actually so funny for thinking i could fit this whole thing into one one-shot fic,,, LOCO FRFR!! anyway idk how many parts just yet so stay tuned luvs mwah <3 

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“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” The burly man yelled, two guards dressed in black roughly yanking him from his seat. He tried to pull his arms from their grip but failed, legs flailing as they dragged him to the exit. Everyone continued to study their hand at the poker table, none giving mind to the ruckus caused. 

And neither do you. After all, you’ve been seeing this type of shit every other night since you’ve started working here at the Chain. 

The 127 District had a great nightlife and you’d taken advantage of that in the past. But being a bartender here, where rich people dished out money like it’s nothing? No, this was the place for you. There was hardly any rush on you to serve drinks since only selective members could enter the lounge and your salary was strangely high. 

You weren’t complaining.

The customers also had stories to spill and brag about whenever they wanted someone to talk to. You could tell they lived a different lifestyle from yours by the common flash of gold or the usual leather skin shoes in your peripheral… An interesting life outside of this city full of corruption and crime. 

They could travel in and out of this horrid place whenever they wanted and yet, they still came back to good old Neo City.

What a joke. 

It was obvious they profited their success from the poor districts. It was why the rich got richer and the poor got poorer in this concrete jungle. But once again, you weren't complaining. 

It was only just several months ago that you had gotten hired and kissed the riches the high class has. All you’ve ever known is the little amount of wealth that “low lives” like you have, and one lick— one small taste of luxury—had made you greedy enough to keep your trap shut. 

You guess that’s why you got recommended for this job; you were a good secret keeper. 

A calloused hand taps its painted-black fingernail twice on the marble countertop, and you bring your attention to the client. 

“The usual please, darling.” 

You roll your eyes, reluctantly pulling the usual bottle of expensive whisky out. Yuta’s devilish smirk graces your sight at the reaction. 

“Not that one, Nakamoto. That was the worst one yet.” You complained, dropping a sphere of ice in his glass.

“Aw, why not?” He pouts, “I got a much better reaction to darling than sweetheart.” 

“Because sweetheart is much worse than darling.” You mutter, sliding the glass into his open palm. 

“Darling it is then.” Yuta smiles above the rim, winking. You make a show of slightly gagging and he chuckles. 

Yuta looks around inconspicuously before leaning over to you. “Want to fuck after your shift?” 

You roll your eyes at his behavior. “You really are straightforward now, aren’t you?” 

Yuta shrugs, smirk resting comfortably on his lips. “Why, do I still need to be coy after all these months?”

You think on it for a second, dragging it on to tease him. “No, no I guess not. Although, I’d rather not have everyone know we fuck. And I also doubt you can wait a whole two hours for me before I clock out. You’re one of the most impatient people I know.” 

Yuta gasps in offense but after a few seconds, gives in. “Alright, fine. I’ll give you that. You can’t tell me I’m not a good time though.” 

You decide to be mischievous, sucking in a breath while biting your lip in doubt. 

Yuta chuckles, sipping on his whiskey. “You’re getting cheeky, Y/N. I wonder where that little mouse from eight months ago went.” 

You shrug, deciding not to say anything. He hums at the answer you gave by not even opening your mouth. 

“You know, I haven’t known you for long, but I like to think I know you well enough.” 

You only smile down at the drink you’re making for the businessman two stools away from beside Yuta. He tilts his head as he studies your face, biting his lip in concentration. “You’re a difficult mouse to read, but not an impossible one.” 

Amused, you sigh, leaning against the counter space. “And what’s that Nakamoto?” 

Yuta gives you a smile you can’t read. Strange given that you’re pretty good at reading others. 

“You’re like every other person in here.” 

You scrunch your eyebrows at that, standing straighter again. Before you can control your expression, you ask, “What do you mean?”

Scoffing, you look behind to the rich people, wasting away their money behind you. He was comparing you to all these people? 

“Are you serious? You think I’m like any of them?” You raise an eyebrow at that and Yuta shakes his head once. 

“Not in the materialistic way Squeak—” You roll your eyes at the new nickname and insinuation (who are kidding, you were a little meek like a mouse. Yuta would know from your bed in your small apartment), “I meant in another way. I think… you and all the others in here are… willfully ignorant. Like… wolves under the pretense they’re sheep.”

Blinking rapidly, you choose to ignore his words. To pretend it didn’t shake you up in the slightest, resigning to rinse the liquor pourers. “You’re making my head hurt.” 

Yuta just smiles, giving a taste of your own medicine. After a second in passing, you look up to his gaze, not willing to give him the last word. 

“You’re not too different yourself Nakamoto.” Yuta cocks his head at your words. 

“If I cower under a mask, you cower under someone’s gaze.” Yuta tongues his cheek at that, your gazes never breaking. Soon, Yuta breaks the stare-down, swallowing the rest of his drink in one go.

“You got me there Squeak,” Yuta pauses, looking over to the man you two are thinking about, “He’s a whole other conversation sometimes...” Yuta drags, making you scoff.

Yuta begins a conversation with the man beside him and you linger in a moment of silence with the ice clinking, background chatter, and dice rolling filling up the space. 

Although you put up a front of not being afraid of the boss yourself, subconsciously, his posture from afar makes you steer your gaze away from him. Even though you shouldn’t, you can’t help but steal a glance again. 

He’s incredibly handsome, his hair dyed a teal blue, always falling into his eyes. The grey suit he wears is unbuttoned, luxurious chains hanging from the collar and lapel. Although he tries to steer away from being the center of attention, he attracts everyone’s eyes with his sharp face and stone-cold gaze. It didn’t help that he also wore a yellow, billowy shirt underneath, the dark green lights making the outfit look sinister. He made it work somehow. 

In the eight months, you’ve been working here, you’ve talked to him a total of three times, each making your stomach turn as you think about it. You can’t explain the feeling of unease you feel when you look deep into his eyes. 

You’ve always been incredibly determined to maintain eye contact with him, not wanting to give yourself away but it made him almost more… curious about you. His eyes looked like they could read all the secrets written beneath your skin. 

A bell clings to signal five men walking through the entranceway, attracting your attention away from your boss. All of them, you’ve never seen here before which was strange. Many customers were regulars and the man in the middle intrigued you. He had a navy suit on and seemed like the one others are worthy of surrounding, hair slicked and parted in the middle with a small strand falling loose in his eyes. 

Yuta parts from the chat he was having, catching the sight of the new, seemingly important, arrival. 

“Squeak, another one of mine please,” Yuta asks mindlessly, hand going up in the man’s direction as a sign of acknowledgment. 

You quickly pour the same drink and hand it off to Yuta. He thanks you, turning back around quickly, exclaiming when he remembers something. 

“Wait for me will you darling?” Yuta asks, a twinkle in his eyes. Crossing your arms, you reluctantly nod, a little mad that you always give in by the end of the night. His brilliant smile is thrown your way before Johnny strings his arm around Yuta.

“What’s up Y/N? Is this man bothering you?” Johnny teases, taking the drink from Yuta’s hands. He’s already bouncing off towards the new arrival, ignoring Yuta’s protest in getting the welcome drink you just poured stolen from him. 

Usually, you would keep your business to yourself but the new guy had you interested. The guest had four bodyguards. Even though they tried to not make it so, the intention was obvious. 

“Who is that?” You ponder aloud.

“A friend I haven’t seen in a while,” Yuta waves off, heading off with a grin. 

“Long time no see, Lee!” Johnny exclaims from afar, the bodyguards naturally carving a path for Yuta. A boyish smile graces the blue suit man as they hug and it leaves you even more curious. 

From all that you’ve observed in your several months here, there was a very tightly knit group that kept this place running smoothly, Yuta being one of them. Although you had no idea what they did to keep the lounge open, you knew they called the shots around here, always intervening when a major incident occurs. 

First up, Nakamoto Yuta. The person you’re the “closest” to in this place. The word “friends” was a push since all you two did was have sex after work, but it could be applied in some cases. You’ve asked him multiple times before, “What do you do for a living?” And the answer is always, “I do part-time in the funeral business.” 

Next, Johnny Suh. The tall beanstalk doesn’t frequent the lounge often, but any time he does, a small smile always makes its way onto your lips. Being a security guard occupies most of his time apparently, as he needs to be “far away from the action”. 

Now, Lee Haechan. You see him almost every other night you work your shift at the Chain. His teasing used to get on your nerves but that was before you started jabbing back. Sadly enough, it makes the little demon spawn more inclined to pick on you. 

Then, Moon Taeil. The few times you’ve had a conversation with him, he was completely high off… something. Whatever it was, it looked fun, to say the least. Maybe you were a little, tiny bit concerned for the man’s health.

Of course, Jung Jaehyun. Another one of the few men that throw you off your balance. His aura is incredibly flirty but closed off at the same time. Almost like a magnet that draws you in and makes you want to unravel all his secrets. 

And, Kim Doyoung. You’ve talked to him once, and just from that one time, you could tell the lean man was a born business dealer. The stack of cash he laid on the counter made him your favorite, least frequent customer. You don’t even care how he got the gun tucked in his hip past the patters. 

Also, Winwin. A quiet non-frequenter that keeps to himself most of the time he’s present at the Chain. Very mysterious for an individual and it makes your curiosity peak at an all-time high. 

Lastly, TY. The man in the yellow shirt and grey chain suit. Your boss. You had no clue as to what his real name was. A leader of sorts, since all of the others, come to his beck and call. All of his drinks are sent to him by a personal server, except for three times he walked up himself. Besides that, he’s treated like a king in the Chain, even though no one explicitly says he’s so. 

From the times you’ve worked the bar, a few of them meet up at odd, random times during the day and night. It was obvious they did more than run this lounge, and you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know the truth behind everything they did. That gut feeling that’s brought you this far in life, bringing in more money than ever before, had a good perception that you shouldn’t pick and pry at this one. 

Like you had guessed, the others you recognized trickled their way in with different periods of time between each other. All eight of them were here though, something that you hadn’t witnessed before. All seemed somewhat tense as they sat down, even Taeil who looked temporarily not high for once. TY’s signature cold gaze must have been sending a shiver down everyone’s spine. 

In fact, the feeling forces you to focus on serving drinks, on doing your job. You’ve survived for this long not seeking any trouble and you intend to keep it that way. 

In an hour or so, the usual customers in the lounge slowly drift to leaving the Chain. By the time all of them are present, the only people in the lounge were the new arrival, TY, and the others. Cho-hee, your manager, walks up to you as you finish up washing the cocktail shakers. 

“You can clock out early Y/N, don’t worry about finishing up. Have a nice night!” She smiles, her jacket and purse already on her person as she heads toward the entrance. You raise your eyebrows at that but don’t ask, waving her goodbye before bending down to the compartment that held your belongings. 

A whiz of air is caught by your ears, the wet splat and crack following the noise forces you to look behind yourself. 

Your throat is caught, your body freezing at the sight of Cho-hee with a hole straight through her forehead. It’s like time is frozen as your eyes water, the image of the young girl splayed out on the floor with blood soaking her ponytail now forever painted behind your eyelids. Her beautiful smile still sits on her full lips, your hands shaking as you quickly crawl over to her. 

You’ve just reached her, head poking out from behind the bar when a series of loud gunshots make you jerk back. The harsh noise shakes you to your bones as you try your hardest to block the noise: to pull yourself together, find an escape route, and get the fuck out of here but your body can’t make itself move. 

Your hands and feet are numb as your heart beats out of your chest, thunder cracking the floor below you. Shards of glass fall, cutting into your skin but you can’t feel a thing. Every ring of lightning from a gun rocks your body and you tightly close your eyes. 

You’re going to die here. 

Time passes by but you don’t know how long you had sat still for, praying for your life to some higher being above. The gunshots are gone and it’s pure silence until crunches of glass echo closer to you. Muffled calls of your name don’t connect in your head and you feel dizzy, about to pass out from shock. 

“Y/N, look at me.” 

Fingers gently grab both of your wrists, trembling hands being pulled away from your ears. You resist, ready to scream and kick until you open your eyes. 

A blurry Yuta is crouched in front of you, blood running down his cheek from his forehead. His eyes are wide but calm as he checks you for wounds. You roughly pull your hands from his grip and stumble while getting up. All you know is that you need to get out of here, that was it. 

You try to run away from Yuta’s grabs to steady you but your body is shaking, only making it a few feet towards the entryway before Yuta locks you to his chest. Your screams for him to let you go are unheard. 

“Stop it, stop. Stop fighting me.” Yuta harshly whispers in your ear, the fight draining out of your voice as you take in the scene before you. 

Splinters of polished wood, marble, and tinted glass litter the tiled floor, bullet holes poking holes in the spotless wallpaper. The splatters of blood on the walls and furniture make your stomach heave. You hadn’t eaten anything since the afternoon but you felt something coming up. Oh God, the bodies…

A sob wracks your frame, tears blurring your vision. Yuta rubs your back as you yank up water and the granola bar you ate for lunch. You can hardly comprehend the men rushing in, hurriedly rushing the eight other men out of the lounge. 

“Sir, we’ve got to go right now. Leave her, we’ll deal with the witness later.” A guard spits out. In a swift motion, Yuta’s silencer is aimed at the middle of the other man’s forehead. 

“Shut the fuck up before I blow a hole in your head.” Yuta seethes, anger quiet like the calm before a storm. The guard backs down and Yuta goes back to crouching beside you. 

“Yuta,” TY calls calmly from the doorway. He flicks his head outside and Yuta’s tense jaw shifts. 

He slowly helps you up, practically carrying you to the doorway. You’re pushed into a getaway van before Yuta jumps in behind you, the car driving off before you can fight anything. 

“Where the fuck are we going? Let me out!” You order, tugging on the door handle. It doesn’t budge at all, the fire of panic in you quickly spreading like a line of gasoline in your veins. Yuta says your name repeatedly, telling you to calm down but your head and throat throbs too much from yelling to listen.

His calloused hand sharply yanks at your chin to finally kick you out of your stubbornness, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

“If I let you out of here, they’ll take you and torture you. Do you hear me?” Yuta hisses, the hairs on your body rising in fear, “They don’t give a fuck whether or not you know shit. You’re dead the second you leave my side,” He whispers. 

“Now… sit still and stop fucking screaming.” 

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After however long, the van stops with a harsh brake. Yuta grabs your arm and pulls you into the night, where a gigantic warehouse comes into view. The place is old and rusty, a gigantic open space with folded tables laying out a variety of guns. Military-grade containers are being cracked open as men take out their choice of handgun, walking past the two of you with urgency. 

Taeyong had seemingly arrived earlier than you and Yuta, and at the sight of the others’ arrival, he parts from a conversation. All nine head for a room to the side, aimed to be an office but transformed into a shabby conference room. You didn’t realize that that old “friend”, Lee, was bleeding until Haechan scolded him for moving too fast, a henchman wrapping his shoulder before he lost too much blood. 

Yuta is about to absentmindedly walk in with you by his side but Doyoung stops him with a hand on his shoulder. He sighs, turning around to face you and place both of his hands on your cheeks. 

“Squeak, wait here. Give me a few minutes, okay?” Yuta mumbled, Doyoung staring at you over his shoulder. You numbingly nod. 

“You touch her, you lose all your fingers. Hear me?” Yuta jabs a finger into the chest of the man watching over the conference room and he visibly gulps. 

The door slams and you’re locked out, deciding to sit against the wall. A run through your hair makes your hands feel sticky and you look down at them. Bright red paints your usual clean skin, even sinking under your fingernails. You can feel your dry throat closing up again, that familiar sting behind your eyes but you force the tears away with harsh blinks. 

This was really happening. 

The TV news would always have a case like this every other week; another fatal shootout or a drive-by. It was the usual result of mafia gang violence, a few civilians getting harmed, maybe even killed in the process. After all, Neo City was one of the most dangerous cities in the world and yet, you’ve never put yourself in any witness’ shoes. Sure, you’ve been robbed before, verbally harassed, scared before, but never something like this. 

A chorus of loud yells, thuds, and scrapes erupt from the room, momentarily shaking you from your dark thoughts. You can recognize TY’s calm, demanding voice as he silences the room. 

A distinct slam of a door knob hitting the wall makes you jump and Jaehyun is first to leave the room, storming out with a dangerous, fiery expression on. Johnny follows, quick on Jaehyun’s heels, meeting the distance with two strides. He roughly yanks his friend around, mouth urgently moving against his ear. Johnny spits something out quietly, and Jaehyun manages to let out a harsh exhale through his nose. It calms him down a little. 

It terrified you how natural Jaehyun's next action is. 

Pulling a handgun from the waistband of his pants, he unloads it swiftly, slamming the magazine into Johnny’s awaiting palm before he’s walking off, a wave of his finger having several men follow him. 

You must have made some horrified noise from the back of your throat because Johnny’s head swivels down to look at you sitting on the floor. 

He’s immediately sighing, running his hands in his hair. Swearing at Yuta under his breath, he approaches slowly, crouching down to your height. You’re automatically hugging the wall, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible, equally scared of what you had gotten yourself into. 

This was all too much. 

“Y/N— ” Johnny begins but is cut off. Haechan is next to tug open the door, swearing up a storm. 

“This is fucking bullshit! Mark got shot! Yong is acting like it’s a minor fucking inconvenience! This was risky from the start—” 

Taeil hits the back of Haechan’s head and effectively shuts the youngest up when he sees their audience; you. 

All of them stare, Haechan’s face quickly twisting up as he scoffs. “It’s her, isn’t it? The fucking traitor that Yuta dragged in, just to cost us everything we’ve built for—” 

“How about you shut your exposition shit up, huh?” Winwin quickly cuts in, shoving the youngest along as he walks out the room.

Johnny starts up again, making you focus back on him. “I’m sorry you got caught up in this.” He says quietly, not able to look in your eyes as he stands.

A man calls Johnny over and he gives one last lookover of you before leaving you by your own once more. The conversation in the room is slowly getting rowdier again, the familiar stubborn voice you know best loud above the others. Their words ring clear now that the door is wide open.

“Look, I had no choice! If I had left her there, she would’ve been tracked down for information, tortured for nothing! Taeyong, she doesn’t know what I do at all.” 

“You did have a choice, Nakamoto! To shoot her!” Doyoung’s words have your breathing become labored once again. The man guarding the door is cautious as he eyes your behavior. 

“That’s what you should have fucking done in the first place because it would be a favor to her and for all of us! The second that you found her, you should have known that. No one else was alive in that room except for the rest of us.”  

“Shut the fuck Doyoung—”

“Did you suddenly forget the rules, Nakamoto? Because there’s a reason they’re there in the first place. It would saved us this fucking headache. Screwing around and getting attached in this line of business is not what—”

“Oh, like what you’ve done in the past? What happened to Hwa-young, huh? She died because you left her unprotected—” 

“That’s too far Yuta—”

Once Mark had joined the mix, you had had enough, your flight instincts catching up to you. You don’t even think as you quickly pull yourself up, booking it across the warehouse. The guard stood before the conference room chases, yelling at men to grab you. 

You scream and kick at your capture but they don’t let go, one swiftly knocking on the conference room door before swinging it open. You’re thrown onto the floor unceremoniously in front of the four men in the room. 

“She tried running away, sir.” The guard breathes out, clearing his throat when Taeyong sighs deeply. He flicks away the men that captured you, closing the door. You’re terrified to look up as you hear the clack of his shoes near your shivering form. 

Soon, his tailored pants and shiny shoes, dotted in red, come into view. Taeyong crouches, gently pulling your chin up. Dark, dangerous eyes— like the calm before a storm— access you. Breathe you in and out to read you. 

“You’re not playing me, are you love?” The power behind his question has you holding in air. 

“No,” You breathe out, “I promise. I don’t know anything.” 

Your voice cracks at the end and you bite your lip to keep from heaving. Taeyong’s thumb digs into the side of your cheek so hard, his nail draws blood. You whimper, Yuta flinching from behind him. 

Taeyong tilts his head along with yours, studying how far you can take the pain. You try your best to keep the sounds in, swallowing the burn.

“You’re a pretty good actress, I must say. Whoever trained you trained you well. You even had cold-blooded Yuta falling for you.” And then he’s standing up, reaching for the pistol on the table. 

“No, no! Please, I haven’t done anything wrong, please! Don’t kill me, I don’t know anything at all, I haven’t done anything wrong!” Your whole form racks with sobs as you beg, rubbing your palms together. 

Yuta’s face twists in agony, closing his eyes as he tries to ignore your heart-wrenching pleas. “Taeyong, don’t do this.” 

A shot rings out so close to your ears, you don’t even hear your scream, body convulsing when you think you’ve gotten shot. The bullet practically grazed your ear. 

“I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING, PLEASE!” 

Yuta is pushing Taeyong’s pointed gun from you, furious as he shoves him away. “She doesn’t know shit! Stop!”

Taeyong watches the fire burn brighter in Yuta’s irises as they face one another, Doyoung crossing his arms. 

“She didn’t crack,” Mark mutters, still sat in a fold-up chair, calm as could be despite bleeding from the shoulder. 

Yuta’s furious eyes whip around to throw daggers over to his friend. “Yes, because as I told you, she’s fucking innocent. You think I’m that idiotic?” He exclaims. 

Taeyong bites the inside of his cheek, placing his pistol back on the table carelessly. He chuckles, “Well, seeing as you brought an innocent here to our base, yes.”

Yuta ignores him, helping you into a chair. You’re shivering like it’s below freezing in the room, brain still trying to cope with how close you were to dying. Taeyong kicks his chair to the side, the screech of metal making you jump. 

“Alright love,” Taeyong says, leaning forward on the table, “Let’s say you’re the harmless little lamb Yuta here says you are. I’ll be honest, I could tell you weren’t a mole, but I just wanted to be sure—” 

Yuta throws himself out of the chair he just settled into, ready to strangle Taeyong but Doyoung roughly yanks him back. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Tae—” Yuta growls, Taeyong’s smirk only growing wider. 

“You really think I’d bring a potential spy to the base, Yuta? Come on.” He drawls, Yuta’s mood further souring by the second as his breathing becomes heavy.

“Yong,” Mark warns even the leader, and he backs off, focusing on you again.

Taeyong leans in even closer, his breath brushing your face. “Why should I keep you alive?”

Widening your eyes at that, you rush out, “I-I haven’t done anything wrong, I-I won’t tell anyone anything, okay? I promise you, I promise. I just want to leave a-and go home—” You’re shaking your head as you ramble on, gaze getting less confident to continue looking into Taeyong’s eyes.

“You won’t be able to go back home Y/N,” Doyoung bluntly states, “Assuming the people that nearly succeeded in assassinating all of us were smart, they’ve known you worked at the Chain for months and have ransacked your place by now.”

“Keep her at mine. She’ll be safe there, Jungwoo is still on the low—”

Doyoung scoffs at the Yuta’s idea instantly. “You can’t be serious. He’s been off duty for months—”

“Well he can still aim a fucking gun, can’t he? I’m not leaving her to stay here at base.”

There’s a momentary pause in silence as Taeyong considers his options. He seems to make up his mind when he meets his friend’s gaze, having never seen as much concern in Yuta’s eyes, rivaling even his fierce loyalty to the members. 

Yong looks to Mark. “Think Jungwoo is enough?”

Mark chuckles, shaking his head. “Yes, we’re acting like Jungwoo can’t fucking walk or something. We can’t spare other men for one witness right now. There’s other shit to attend to, including all our docks. That should be our number one priority right now.” 

The leader sighs in exhaustion as backs away from the table, stretching his neck with a few cracks. It was obvious Taeyong was in an all-nighter. 

“Fine, Yuta. Consider this a favor from that one time in the U District but she’s your responsibility.” Taeyong gives up, falling into his chair gracefully.

Yuta closes his eyes and lets out a sigh in relief before looking over to you. You’re still shivering like a brittle leaf, eyes unfocused and hardly registering the conversation that just took place in front of you. 

He’s immediately walking towards you, ready to envelop you in his arms but Mark tugs at Yuta’s elbow before he can reach you. 

“Your men need you right now. I’ll make sure she gets to Jungwoo, alright?” Mark calmly assures and the older reluctantly nods. 

Yuta slowly returns to your presence and places a soft pressure on your thighs. Your arms are wrapped around your body, instantly tensing at his touch. It takes a few calls of your name before you can focus on Yuta and his words. 

“... you’ll be guarded at mine and I’ll be there when you wake up. Okay?” 

Although you didn’t catch everything, you panic at the insinuation. Yuta was leaving you. 

Immediately clutching onto Yuta’s arms, you pray for him to not leave you. He was the only constant you needed to stay sane right now; the one thing you could rely on. Even if your relationship with Yuta was one that was shallow, clouded with lust half the time, you needed him by your side. 

“No, no. Please, please don’t. Don’t leave me Yuta, please.” 

Yuta swallows harshly and reminds himself of his resolve. “I’ll be quick, I promise Squeak. You can trust the person I’ll leave you with, 100%.” He readily meets your gaze, reaching into your soul so deep that it stills your trembling for a minute. 

“Do you trust me?” 

Eyes watering, you nod. After all this, you must be crazy to trust Yuta but you do. You can’t explain the gut feeling on this one, you really can’t. 

“Alright, come here,” Yuta mutters, gently taking your face into his palms. He presses his lips to your forehead and you close your eyes at the touch, revelating in the small comfort it gives before Yuta pulls away. 

The three other men in the room meet each other’s gazes and mutually think the same thing. They have never seen their friend act like this before and it looked like you were going to be here for the long run. You were now a part of this deranged family running organized crime, whether they or even you, liked it or not. 

Once one member considers you worth dying for, all of them do. 

[skzshortcake]

hellooo!!! hope you're doing great and happy early christmas if you celebrate it!! saw u opened requests, so could u do a stray kids reaction to you being chubby (than usual beauty standards, specially the korean one)?? 👉👈 idk if it is too personal but i do feel insecure about it after seing skinny girl idols... i hope you're okay with this request 🤲💓 thank uuuu

of course babie! I thought they would all react in a very positive and loving way, so I tried to keep it to the specifics of how they appreciate you! please keep in mind that all of you are beautiful and i’m sure skz would absolutely love all of you!

member(s): all

genre: angst and comfort

warnings: mentions of body insecurities, mentions of eating a bit less, food mention. please don’t read this if you think it would be upsetting. just know that skz love you so much.

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chan 

if he notices that you feel insecure about an outfit you’re wearing, he will bombard you with compliments and explain how hot you look to him 

he even takes pictures of the two of you together in your fancy outfits and shows you how cute you look!

chan is such a loving and nurturing person

he wouldn’t let you go more than an hour feeling insecure, and if you are insecure, he’s always there cheering you on and pampering you!

“one more picture please! come on, darling, you look so gorgeous! all of my friends are so jealous of me.”

minho

if minho sees you picking at your food he will sit there with you and help you through it

he’s not the type to get upset, he just quietly encourages you and gives you the softest head pats when you take a bite

he’d never tell you because he’d get shy but you mean the world to him

and seeing you sad makes him sad, so he lets you know all the time that he thinks you’re precious!

“love, just one more bite? you need your energy so we can have a pillow fight later. i’ll win this time.”

changbin

if changbin ever catches you looking at pictures of other girls with “beauty standard bodies”, you best believe that you’re getting all of his attention for the next 10 hours

“why are you looking at them? I don’t want you to be like them I want you to be like you! because I love you!”

and he will sit and talk with you for hours, letting you lay on him or laying on you

he just wants you to walk away from the conversation feeling a bit more confident. even just a little bit.

he gets a little whiney if you try to move out of his grip. he just wants to hold his baby!

hyunjin

hyunjin will listen to all of your insecurities, kiss your tears away, and constantly reassure you that he only wants you

if you get a little insecure about borrowing his sweatshirts, he will practically send you five more, insisting that 

“babe, you look so cute in them. it shows everyone that you’re mine and mine only! how did I score someone as amazing as you?”

in fact sometimes he buys a second sweatshirt so he can match with you!

omg couple outfits

and he always says you wore it better than him. because that’s truly what he thinks!

jisung

at first he’s a little confused. how can you dislike the way you look? you’re so hot to him?

he’s always looking out for you, whether you notice it or not

if you’re ever feeling a bit jittery about the way you look, he’s always right there to bring you away from negative thoughts

we’re talking about jisung. this boy practically parades you around. 

(he’s honestly a little proud that he pulled someone as gorgeous as you)

“sweetie pie, you know I don’t like it when you say those things. come. come with me, we’re getting ice cream. my treat.”

felix

felix genuinely thinks you’re an angel. he’s not just saying that, he really truly thinks you’re not from earth and must have been sent down from a higher power

he will let you talk to him for as long as you need about it. he will listen to everything and let you get it all out

but he will also treasure you and your body and show you that you are so beautiful and worthy of love

he kisses any part of you that you’re insecure about and tells you how he sees you from his perspective, and if only you could see you how he sees you

“angel, you’re so special and loved. you know that right?”

seungmin

he almost.. outsmarts you?

he will listen to your complaints and mentions of how you “should look like other girls” and he will shut it down in the nicest way possible

“well for one thing, we should go get food because you need to eat food for energy, we can take those aesthetic date pictures you like, and I get to brag about you with the pictures. its a win-win-win situation.”

he texts you periodically when he knows days are difficult with encouraging and loving messages

usually about how he thinks you’re so cute and how you’re his favorite person!

jeongin

jeongin baby is confused

but you’re so comfortable? and perfect? and your hugs make him feel so safe? he doesn’t want you to change!

when he catches you looking in the mirror with a sad expression, he comes up behind you and sets his head on your shoulder and makes funny faces to make you laugh

when you split food and take the smaller part he switches it around to you and secretly puts more of his fries on your plate because

“you’re so nice and comfy and you don’t need to change. I love you because you’re you and I just want you to be safe.”

(of course your body is yours, and if you wanted to change it they would be on board with helping you as long as it is in a safe and non-destructive way. these babies just want you to be safe and happy!)