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spicyllewyn · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 6. - Mirror sex.

Moon system x F!Reader

Tags & warnings. Mirror sex + hair pulling. (+18)

Word count. 2.8k

Summary. Marc got tired of Steven and Jake breaking his rules.

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So far, the agreement had been going relatively well. You were in a serious relationship with Marc at first, you met in a café like those silly romantic movies, with the small difference that you almost killed him by spilling your cold drink on him and tripping over him.

Neither of you could deny that things were moving very fast, but everything with him was so ridiculously easy that you weren't afraid to give him your all. You told him about the pet you lost when you were young, about the disagreements with your parents, and the occasional traumatic event in your life. He did the same.

When he told you about Steven and Jake, you joked that he was winning the trauma competition, and he could breathe easy knowing that this was not even close to being an obstacle to your relationship. He could trust you.

Things began to get a bit out of control when everything also became easy with Jake and Steven, each with their own personal charm. You never imagined being with three very different guys, but starting to experience it was a real adventure. The problem was that while you were having fun, they had endless discussions about you and the boundaries they set for each other.

Well, the boundaries that Marc set.

The main and biggest one was that marks on your body were prohibited. He understood that all four were part of the relationship equally, but he also used something he liked to call "privileges of having met you first and being the main reason why everyone is together." Or something like that, he always changed the name for it, the thing is he couldn't help but be a jealous man, he hated that Jake and Steven would forget who you belonged to first.

The first one to break the rule was Steven, unconsciously. You didn't know anyone who was a bigger fan of make-out sessions than him, and when his kisses got deeper, more desperate, he had the habit of holding onto your hips as if you were about to run away at any moment, or as if he wanted to verify that you were real and that you were in his arms, devouring his mouth as if you depended on it to live.

That, combined with the fact that he had a terrible habit of forgetting that his muscles were stronger than he thought. You tried to be as discreet as possible when his fingers left marks on your skin, but with someone as touchy as Jake, it was impossible to keep secrets about your body.

He took it as a challenge, of course. If Steven could break the rules, why couldn't he?

The next day, you could be sure that he saw you as a blank canvas because your neck, your shoulders, and even your breasts were covered in bites and hickeys. You didn't remember him being so aggressive, but maybe pleasure had blinded you.

"What is this?" Marc held your chin, turning your face slightly, just enough to get a better view of your neck.

"It was Jake." You chuckled, still distracted by your phone as you let him guide you, without noticing how his jaw clenched, but feeling his fingers tighten on your jaw.

"Darling?"

Your eyes traveled to him.

"Mhm?"

"Will you come with me to the bedroom? We need to talk."

With a furrowed brow, you obeyed because the hand that held your chin ended up in one of your hands, pulling you as if he were a child wanting to show you something very important.

"Am I in trouble?" You joked as you watched him close the door behind you.

"Sit on the bed."

"Am I...?"

His brown eyes on you were enough for you to obey once again.

"Could you explain to me what the hell is this?" His hand in your hair made you turn your gaze away from the mirror you had in front, leaving the marks in plain sight.

You immediately understood who he was talking to.

Or whom.

"Oh, come on, hermano." Jake rolled his eyes in the mirror's reflection, his arms crossed over his chest. "Steven broke it first."

"False!" The mentioned objected after. It seemed like a competition of who could make Marc lose his patience first. "I would never do something like that."

"Check her hips if you don't believe me."

Raising an eyebrow, Marc released your hair.

"Stand up, sweetheart."

If there's one thing you've learned over time in this relationship, it's that it's not worth objecting when one or all three of them are arguing, especially when you don't even know what the problem is. You stood up slowly, wearing Steven's blue sweater that you slept in, which only covered half of your thighs.

He slowly lifted the edge of the fabric, his fingers brushing your thighs and causing a slight shiver. You could swear you heard him growl when he found the damn marks that fit perfectly with the size of his hands. Some of them were covered by your panties but they were pretty visible, already turning to a purple color.

“I-I didn't even notice those were there!”

“Why can Steven do it and I can't? That’s a damn injustice if you ask me.”

“Fortunately, Jake, I'm not asking you.” He rolled his eyes while you tried to imagine what the other two boys responded to him from the headspace. "On your knees."

The cold of the floor on your skin felt good and you had to look up to meet your boyfriend's chocolate gaze. You never had a problem following his orders.

“The problem here…” His fingers ran through your hair slowly, making you close your eyes for a few seconds. “They are forgetting who you belong to. Who do they think they are to mark my girl like this, huh?” He cooed, the gaze of the other two fixed on him.

Your hands went to the hem of his pants, and when he didn't object, you understood well what he wanted. A small smile spread across your lips as you freed him from his tight black jeans, as well as his underwear.

He wasn't completely hard yet until your tongue ran along his entire length from base to tip.

“I want you to show them who was your first, my love.” Your fingers, as if you were an expert, wrapped around his cock, giving it a squeeze before beginning a slow, up-and-down pace. “Who you think about every fucking time you cum.”

You couldn't see it, but in detail you imagined the way Jake was rolling his eyes.

“It's a punishment for all 3 of you, you understand, don't you, honey?” His eyes boring into you as you kissed all around his cock wetly. “What makes you believe you should allow yourself to be treated that way?”

You parted your lips, taking the head inside before starting to suck. That always gave him chills, the way you didn't rush.

“No-oh.” His fingers tangled in your hair, those soft caresses had stopped. One push of his hand and you had half of his erection inside your mouth. He groaned.

Although you enjoyed taking your time and savoring every inch of Marc, he seemed to be in a hurry, you thought that perhaps the clumsy and aggressive way in which he was directing your head movements was part of the supposed punishment.

Were you supposed to not enjoy that?

“Push deeper.” Jake's voice caught Marc's attention, who a few seconds ago had been distracted by the messy and sloppy way you were sucking him off. He could have sworn there was a point where the only sound in the room was your saliva every time he slid over your tongue.

Marc looked at the mirror with a frown.

“Push harder.” He repeated, looking up. “Steven always fucks her mouth until she cries, if you want to prove your point push harder. Right, Steven?"

The other boy received an elbow against his ribs that forced him to look up. It seems he was enchanted by watching the way your left cheek bulged against the pressure of the head of Marc's lenght against it.

Still distracted, he nodded quickly.

It was that what resulted in you suddenly feeling him push your head harder. The brush against your throat brought tears to your eyes and you heard your boyfriend grunt. He was never so rude.

You didn't complain, though.

You tried your best to relax the muscles in your throat around him, but you were so caught off guard that a couple of gags only did the opposite, feeling you squeeze him every few seconds until he guided your head back.

Saliva ran from your lips to your chin, some drops ending up on your neck. You broke the string of saliva that joined his cock to your mouth by licking your lips.

You sniffed, looking up before giving Marc a smile.

“Oh, you like that, don't you?” His fingers wrapped around himself so he could hit your tongue with his heavy member. You kept your tongue out, happy to receive it and hear the wet slapping. “Or does Steven do it better?”

Another movement of his hips was so abrupt that you felt your nose eventually collide with his lower abdomen, having to close your eyes as your tears ran down them. Still, you didn't give up, you didn't use your well-known "signal" to ask for some mercy.

Instead you moved your tongue slowly underneath, you only managed to graze his balls with the tip of it but it was enough to get a gasp from his throat. You held on for more seconds than you thought you were capable of before it was Marc himself who pushed you away.

It took you several seconds to even out your desperate breathing, you wiped your lips on the sleeve of Steven's sweater.

"Stand up." He ordered. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Jake's smirk on the other side of the mirror screamed at him that he knew. He knew Marc would finish stupidly quickly if he kept fucking your throat like that.

You swallowed hard before standing on shaky legs, the intense heat between your legs beginning to burn through your entire body, without receiving any kind of attention the only thing you could feel was the way your insides clenched around nothing.

"Turn around." Your cheeks took on a reddish color as you remembered the two pairs of eyes that were on you on the other side of the reflection. You slowly turned your back on him, your fingers gripping the wooden cabinet that held the huge mirror. “You better not close your eyes, I want you to look at them.”

Marc's hands took care of the job, pulling the hem of the sweater up to your waist and pulling your panties down to your ankles. You didn't need instructions to spread your legs and raise your ass for him.

He positioned himself behind your body, holding his cock for help. The tip separated your lips and you flinched when it brushed your swollen clit, it was just a couple of brushes as if he wanted to collect your juices on it in order to make penetration easier.

Although with you dripping and him full of your saliva, at this point it was just his pettiness and his desire to make you beg. You lifted your hips higher.

Marc looked down, his hand positioning itself exactly over Steven's finger marks and with a single movement you felt him slide inside you. Your legs trembled as you received him this deep and rough way, an action that you recognized as more typical of Jake.

“M-Marc, fuck, Marc.” You stammered as your body tried to get used to his size. No matter how many times you had done this, it was like your body insisted on giving him that death grip that drove him crazy.

"That's it." He caught her bottom lip between his teeth in a lousy attempt to silence her gasps. “Louder, baby, remind them who's fucking you.”

Somehow you felt like Jake and Steven's eyes burned into your skin. You couldn't look in the mirror, not while you were babbling Marc's name between moans, with that look that made it obvious how cockdrunk you were with just a couple of thrusts.

When Marc hit that sweet spot that made you vibrate from head to toe, your eyes closed automatically, your head falling downward.

"No." He growled, his hand rising to place it in your hair where he tangled his fingers. The sudden tug he gave to your locks made you snap your head up and let out a loud gasp, your eyes snapping open. "Look at them."

On the other side Jake was leaning slightly so he could be at your face level, analyzing every small expression of pleasure he saw in you. Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils are dilated, and your lips are red from biting them so much.

Steven was too lost in his own thoughts to object anything, the truth is that he was enjoying this new angle he had to see his cock splitting you and making you whimper more than he would like.

“Tell them how good I'm making you feel, honey.” He cooed, his fingers giving your hair a harder tug to force you to keep your head up. “Remind them who was the first to break that tight little pussy.”

You stifled a moan, making your bottom lip bleed with a bite.

“Tell them.” He growled, his fingers squeezing your hips so hard you feared your body was going to give up at any moment.

“I-It was you, Marc.” You whimpered in pleasure as his thrusts pushed your body forward, you were already on your tiptoes so as not to end up with your entire body against the furniture.

“Repeat it, I want them to listen to you.” His entire length remained still inside you, brushing against that spot that made you lose your mind. "Louder."

Your parted lips took in deep gasps of air and you had to swallow hard to recover your voice by moistening your throat a little.

“It’s you M-Marc.” He didn't give your hair a break, he was pulling with his fingers so hard that it was starting to hurt. “Fuck, Marc! A-Ah, fuck. It’s you, it’s you, only you.”

Bold of you to assume that Jake wouldn't have that in mind the next time he had his turn with you.

“Fuck her harder.” Marc looked at the mirror when the opposing voice caught his attention. “Come on, she can take it.” A mocking smile appeared on his lips, only irritating Marc even more.

Still, he obeyed.

You could hear the slapping between your bodies every time he thrusted into you. Your legs were threatening to stop supporting your body weight as they began to shake, your entire body feeling small spasms as you got closer and closer to the end.

“Marc?” Steven's soft voice caught the attention of the other two. His pupils were dilated and there was an adorable blush on hid cheeks. "Touch her."

Marc grunted when he realized that this wasn't the punishment he'd originally thought, but who was he to say no to Steven? The hand that was holding your hip slowly slid between your legs, separating your pussy lips with his fingers and then pressing his thumb against your sensitive clit.

He immediately felt your little hole tighten around him.

“Circles.”

“I know how to touch her, Steven.” He growled in your ear, only reminding you of the pair who were probably enjoying the show. The pleasure you were experiencing was too much to rescue the few grams of shame you might have somewhere on your body.

Your nails scratched the wood of the furniture in front of you.

“Cum all over me, honey.” He managed to whisper between moans. Two more thrusts of his body snatching the air from your lungs. “I bet they’ll like it.”

And that was enough for the wave of pleasure to make your body tingle from head to toe, your walls milking Marc until he followed you immediately after, filling you with his warm, thick liquid, which he pushed deeper inside you with a couple more strokes.

For a few seconds the only thing you heard along with the ringing in your ears was Marc's heavy breathing. After a moment his fingers gripped your hips, drawing your attention.

He gave you one more thrust and you squealed, sensitive, overstimulated.

“Marc.” You complained, looking up at the mirror in front of you once more as you tried to catch your breath.

On the other side, Jake's smile greeted you, almost playful.

“Let's see which name you can shout the loudest, princesa.”

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ferrstappen · 2 years ago

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max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.

also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3

genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.

warnings: car crash.

pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.

max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb

The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.

This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.

It wasn't pretty.

So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?

You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.

It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.

Now, Sunday. Oh boy.

Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.

Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.

You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.

Fuck.

Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.

Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.

Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.

But this... this he wasn't prepared for.

"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.

"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"

"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.

"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.

"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"

"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"

Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.

"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"

Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.

Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.

Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.

"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.

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freyito · 12 days ago

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ʜᴀɴᴋᴇʀɪɴ' ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

✭ pairing(s): boothill x gn reader

✩ in which: boothill's been quiet since he came back from penacony. way too quiet.

✧ a/n: little by little im chipping away at my depressive episode and building my motivation again

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, 2.6 spoilers, mention of torture, hurt/comfort, not proofread

✎ wc: 2.4k

Ever since his most recent trip to Penacony, Boothill had been spacing out more when he got home. He insisted, very firmly, that you stay at home this time, leaving no room for any discussion. You were to stay home no matter what, and if he found you had tried to sneak out, even to the town, there would be words to be had. He was never this demanding, and he never barred you from going out. Yet when he told you, there was a certain look in his eyes. Fear. Something so rare within him that it made you obey without a word of protest. Now that he is back, he hasn’t been as energetic as you’re used to. In fact, he had practically stayed glued to the couch.

You could poke and prod at him and he wouldn’t so much as smirk, and you hadn’t even gotten so much of a squeak out of him aside from why he had left in the first place. Despite his victory, he was just… quiet. You wake up to him staring at the ceiling, chewing on his lip. Even though he doesn’t necessarily need sleep, he’s always cuddling up to you when you go to sleep. So when you wake up next to him (quite a rare sight), it’s odd.

Not just that, but you notice he spends an oddly long time gazing out over the plains that surround your house, nearly unphased when you poke and squeeze at his cheeks. It’s not that he is entirely silent the whole time, but his words are few and far between. You can’t remember the last time he’d been so lost in thought.

After the third day, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. It was fine if he didn’t want to talk about it (though you are certain it would help), but you were starting to miss Boothill’s voice, or the silly things he would do. So, you catch him on the couch while he’s charging, deciding to lay on top of him. Cheek to cheek, you press into him with a smile.

“Hi,” You say simply. Boothill doesn’t react much, looking up at you with his eye and a small grin.

“Hey, darlin’,” He responds, his voice quiet.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Mh, nothin’,” Boothill sighs, shifting awkwardly just a little beneath you. You raise your eyebrow, and he sighs, admitting defeat so easily. “Okay. Thinkin’ about a lot.”

“Care to share?”

“I dunno sugar, it’s kinda heavy,”

“Heavy is the cost.”

A silence stretches between the two of you, as Boothill ruminates over whether or not to share what’s on his mind. You lean further into him, draping yourself over him like a blanket, even though he wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable person to lay on. You weren’t going to say it out loud, and you have spent hours on him before, so it wasn’t necessarily a problem. There were days where his body was the most wonderful thing to lay on, when he had been lounging in the sun and you had been unbearably cold for Aeons knows what reason. In moments like those, he was like your own space heater.

“Well, I mean, there was a lot goin’ on in Penacony, and all these mind games, and…” Boothill sighs, his body relaxing slightly as he pulls an arm out from under you and slings it over your waist. “Got to rememberin’ a lot of things. Stuff I ain’t exactly keen on thinkin’ about. Now I can’t stop.”

“Do you think telling me about it would help?” You purse your lips, blinking at him inquisitively.

“Haven’t I yapped enough? I swear you ask me about all o’ this at least once a week,” He pokes at your side, causing you to squirm and yelp, before he takes hold of your waist and readjusts both of you, so he’s sitting up and cradling you in his lap. “Gonna make me talk til my jaw falls off, you know that?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, darlin’,” Boothill smiles, something gentle despite his normally cocky grin. “I know you mean well. You’re the only one I like talkin’ to about this stuff, anyways.”

You tilt your head, silently asking him to continue. For a moment he doesn’t get the hint, raising his brow and chewing on his lip. He’s always been avoidant of such topics like the past, not that you could squeeze much out of him regardless. The most he let you know was of his family, specifically why he held a grudge against the IPC, and who he held a grudge against. Not to mention, he doesn’t enjoy talking things out much. He enjoys venting whatever’s gnawing at him in other ways, such as shooting. Still, he always seems to relent when you ask…

“Ah! Uhm, well…” He wraps both his arms around you, finally sitting up. He readjusts, making sure you’re seated comfortably in his lap. “They got me thinkin’ about when I was a kid… Well, more than that, really. Hard to explain.”

“I can listen all day. I like your voice.” You reply smugly.

“I– That’s not what I meant…” He chuckles sheepishly, shaking his head. “It was like a… hm. Felt like the kind of stuff the IPC had done to me when they caught me.”

Suddenly, you don’t know how to react. Your flirty demeanor drops, and so does your smile. Part of you didn’t think it’d be this kind of conversation. While he said it was heavy, you really didn’t think it’d be on the same level. Boothill sighs, patting your back lightly at your reaction.

“It ain’t that bad. I’m back home now, right? All in one piece.” He consoles, his voice just a tinge softer than before.

“Yeah, but–”

“It didn’t do much to me, really. Just got me thinkin’,” He shrugs so nonchalantly, like torture is something he’s used to. “You asked, right? Lemme continue.”

With a huff, you concede. He strokes through your hair leisurely at your complacence, taking another moment to enjoy the quiet moment. As if what he was about to explain wasn’t something as terrifying as torture.

“It was somethin’ goin’ on with Dr. Primitive. Or at least, someone who aspired to be like him. Really odd thing, actually. With these monkeys and bananas, people wanted to become one. People were becoming one. Freaky, really. I mean, the things were cute n’ all… Not the point.” He takes a deep breath, “Some sort of induction… they… I don’t know how they did it, but they were able to bring back some sort of past version of me…? Took almost everything from me, voice, hearing, colors, sight, anger… they took it all. And suddenly, I felt like I was a kid again.”

The silence continues, while you ponder if anything you’ll say will be right, or okay. There’s not much you can think of to say, without sounding out of place. Dr. Primitive was one thing, and something horrifying at that, but the monkeys threw you off. Furthermore, what Boothill had described made your body feel… cold. It felt like it was one step away from wiping his memory completely.

“What’s with that look?” He chuckles, shaking off the heavy air so easily. “You asked me to tell you, right?”

“Yeah…” You sigh. It’s still quite hard to wrap your mind around such things, but you do your best to ignore it.

“Now you sound all sad. C’mon, I’m alive, ain’t I? Plus, I think I do feel a little better now that I think about it…”

His voice tapers off at the end, before pursing his lips as if he was thinking. Again. Before you can ask him what else he’s got on his mind, his eyes light up. Without so much as a grunt, he picks you up and sets you down on the floor.

“Here, actually, I think I’ve figured out somethin’,” He says, placing a hand on the small of your back as he leads you to the front door. He makes no further effort to explain what he meant, simply choosing to lead you off with a smile.

As he opens the door, light spills into the cabin. The land looks practically golden, you’ve forgotten just how beautiful the plains are at sunset. When you two step out on the porch, a light breeze greets you, wading through the grass. Boothill lets out another chuckle, before stepping off the porch. He stands still for a moment, appreciating the art of the world, the way the wind whispered across the grass, the birds in the distance and their song, and finally, he lets out a content sigh.

“Can’t say it’s as beautiful as Aeragan-Epharshel, but…” He begins, looking back at you for a moment, waving you closer. “It’s close enough…”

“What do you mean?” You finally take a step down off the porch. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer with an even bigger smile.

“All that work they did, well it gave me a hankerin’ for the past,” He takes a deep breath, his voice wavering ever so slightly. “Don’t like thinkin’ about it too much cause then I miss it even more.”

He cocks his head down at you, before his hand slides from your waist to your own, interlocking fingers. They’re not cold, for once, about body temperature. Perhaps that’s what you get for laying on top of him. He starts to lead you through the grass, his other hand gliding over the soft blades, sometimes grabbing at one just for the fun of it. However, there’s a certain sadness pulling at his face, his stride, even. He’s quiet for another minute, before he stops.

“It’s odd only feelin’ the wind in my hair.” He states, allowing nature to fill the silence once more.

“Boothill…” You mutter, reluctantly wiggling your hand out of his, reaching up to cup his cheek instead.

“It’s okay, sugar, I don’t need any pity,” Despite his words, he leans into your touch so easily, eyes fluttering closed. “Just… expressin’ myself.” After a beat, he opens his eyes and looks back out on the landscape, sighing softly. “I miss all the mischief I’d get into. After I’d finished my work on the ranch, I’d… run off somewhere, mostly off to the town. I’d get into all sorts of trouble just to keep myself from gettin’ bored. So I could get a chance to run through the fields again.”

He turns to you with a somber look in his eyes, as if he’d tear up. Not that he could, he’d lost that function long ago. His hands fall to your waist, gripping gently at the fabric of your shirt.

“There’s nothin’ quite like that feelin’. Runnin’ through the fields, the wind in your hair, stingin’ your cheeks and fingers, heart beatin’ fast as you find somewhere to hide…” He continues. Again, his voice wavers, and he swallows. He does his best to hold off on his own sadness, something he hadn’t allowed himself to properly feel for Aeons knows how long. “I guess I sorta get it still… bein’ wanted ‘n’ all… but it ain’t the same. It ain’t never been the same since…”

He ducks his head, the wind causing his hair to obscure his face. His hat dips, and you raise your hand to catch it. You don’t know what else to do. You haven’t seen Boothill this sad, ever. He’s always so rowdy and practically radiant, and yet now he’s dour, forcing himself to get his words through. He sniffles, then lets out a choked sound that goes straight to your heart. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him in close and squishing your face against his chest. The minute your arms meet his body, he mirrors the gesture. He practically crumbles in your arms, knees buckling as if he were flesh and bone, sliding down in your arms until his knees are planted firmly in the ground beneath you. In turn he presses his ear to your chest, listening to the gentle sound of your beating heart. At this, he grasps your shirt so tightly, pulling you impossibly closer, letting out another whine.

You pet through his hair, doing your best to still your own thoughts. Not only have you never seen Boothill sad before, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so… weak. Especially on the topic of his past. He could always speak of Clementine, of Nick and Gray, even of his hatred for the IPC with such confidence. Never once did his voice break, did his scowl turn into a frown. His body is wracked with shudders, biting his lip to quiet his sobs.

You two stay like that for a couple of more minutes, Boothill clinging onto you for dear life while you did your best to comfort him, scratching at his scalp and shushing him gently, whispering all sorts of cliche things to calm him down. Eventually, he finally lets up, with a soft breath. His grip weakens on your clothes, and he stands up. When he does, you card your fingers through his hair, moving his bangs from his face. He can’t help but let out a weak chuckle, allowing you to enjoy the feeling.

“M’sorry honey,” He mutters, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Didn’t mean to get all gloomy like that.”

“It’s fine, really,” You smile, your fingers lingering in his hair, before pulling away. “I think you needed it.”

“I… probably,” He sighs, “Just got too caught up in… all of this.”

Still, he nudges you, hand finding yours once more. He squeezes it, before leading you back to the cabin. The wind started to bite, the sun just peaking over the horizon as the sky went from orange and pink, to pink and purple. The clouds waned, the stars just barely visible as you two walked back. The silence is comfortable now, a small smile tugging at Boothill’s lips. He opens the door for you, taking one last look at the plains, before stepping in and closing the door.

“I’ll make dinner, then,” He says triumphantly, clearly feeling lighter than before. “As an apology. For makin’ you see me like that.”

“You don’t have t–”

“I want to, sugar. Let me? Please?” He cocks his head to the side, his smile turning gentler.

You wouldn’t fight it, either way. Despite how much he’s enjoyed literal bullets and oil, you wouldn’t dare stop him from cooking. He was like an angel, really, almost terrifyingly good in the kitchen. While you wanted to say that he didn’t have to apologize, if his cooking was on the line, you’ve found no choice but to concede.

#⁺◟freyito #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #boothill x reader #boothill hsr x reader #boothill x you #boothill hsr x you #hsr x you

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coldfanbou · 1 year ago

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Presents

I got the idea earlier, and Nayeon happened to post something I could use, so I took it as a sign. So we have a soft Nayeon smut for this week.

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Nayeon x Mreader

Sitting on the floor, you have the pieces of your Christmas tree arranged around you as you assemble it. Nayeon looks on from the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea. You glance at her, noticing her smile. “This would be a lot faster if you helped me, you know.”

“I like watching you work. You’re so big and strong.” You shake your head at the compliment. The praise was meant to make you drop your request.

“I’ll build it, but you have to put the lights on it.” Glancing back at Nayeon, you see her pout before she fills her cheeks with air. It was cute and made you chuckle. “You have to do something, Nayeon. So just get the lights and all that ready, will you?” Nayeon puts down her cup and heads to the storage cupboards, looking for the box of Christmas lights from last year. After grabbing them, she brings the rest of the tree decorations. You finish putting the tree together. It was bare, not having any leaves on it.

You turn your head in her direction as she brings in the decorations. You smile; Nayeon had put one of the garlands around her neck and the lights around her body. “Do you like your present?” You laugh as you walk over to her.

“It’s the best present I could ask for.” You pull on the garland, making Nayeon come to you. She wraps her arms around you as you embrace. You give her a little kiss on the forehead and are about to let her go when she pulls you back in.

“No! Right here!” She whines, pointing at her lips. You give Nayeon a proper kiss, pressing your lips against hers. You feel her arms get a little tighter as she holds you in place. You hold onto her waist, feeling her slowly loosen her grip on you. You break apart and see the satisfied smirk on her face. “There, all better.” You shake your head and pat hers before walking over to the cup of tea she left out. Nayeon starts layering the garlands on the tree before beginning with the lights. The tree already had lights on the end of the branches, but the plain white light coming from them didn’t feel very festive. Nayeon kept the garland around her neck, combined with her fuzzy hat; it was a cute image. You pull out your phone and take pictures of her as she puts on the lights. You’ll keep them as funny memories.

Once Nayeon has finished with all the lights, you walk back to her, putting your arm around her shoulder and taking in the sight of your tree. You give Nayeon a kiss on the cheek and tell her she did a fantastic job. You notice she got a bit sweaty putting the lights on and ask her if the garland caused all that. Nayeon punches your shoulder in response. “And what’s my gift, mister? I deserve something nice for all the hard work I put in.”

“Well, I’m not sure you deserve a gift. You’ve been very naughty this year.” You reply, giving Nayeon a spank. She opens her mouth wide and sees the look on your face. She immediately understands what you’re doing.

“I promise to be a good girl from now on.” She says in a sickly sweet voice.

“You’ll have to convince me that you can be a good girl, Nayeon.”

Nayeon takes off her fuzzy hat, throwing it on the couch before getting on her knees. “Let me show you how good I can be.” She says while pulling down your pants. She pulls your cock, and gives it a couple of strokes. As it comes to life, Nayeon spits on her hand and begins her handjob. She moves from base to head slowly, her big, soft hands wrapping around your shaft. “Am I a good girl yet?” You shake your head and grunt, Nayeon’s handjobs were the best, and you thoroughly enjoyed them. After hearing that, Nayeon stopped stroking your cock as she reached the head. She moves her thumb over the tip and rubs it, making small circular movements. It makes you groan, more so when you feel Nayeon’s tongue at the base of your shaft. It was warm and coated your shaft in saliva as she moved her way up. Once Nayeon reached the head, she took her hand off it, letting it slap onto her awaiting tongue. She takes the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it slowly as she stroked your cock.

You place your hand on her head, guiding her as she bobs her head. “You’re earning that present right now.” You feel Nayeon’s lips form a smile before she refocuses. When you look down, you can see her small mouth wrapped tightly around your cock. You start to move your hips, letting her head remain in place. You push your cock down her throat, and the tightness of it makes you groan. Knowing she needed to breathe, you pull back. Nayeon takes a few deep breaths before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, waiting patiently for you to put it back in. You slide your cock back into Nayeon’s mouth; her tongue runs along the underside of your cock. You moan Nayeon’s name as you reach her throat again. You start thrusting, Nayeon’s saliva coats your cock. It collects at her lips and runs down her chin when you push back in. Nayeon moves her hand under her skirt, moving her finger along her folds through her panties. A wet spot quickly develops. Nayeon begins to look at you with hungry eyes. You both know you’re close to cumming. Your cock is starting to throb. Nayeon places her hand on your thigh, pulling you in.

You moan Nayeon’s name again before shoving your cock down her throat. Your cum shoots straight down her throat. Nayeon’s muffled moans are still loud as she goes through her orgasm. Her panties are soaked through, her nectar staining them.

As you pull out of Nayeon, you take the time to slap her tongue with your cock. “Thank you for the present.” Nayeon moans as she wipes the saliva from her chin. “Do you have any more for me? Because I have a present for you.” Nayeon falls onto her back and pulls up her skirt, revealing to you her wet panties. Nayeon grabs the bottom of her shirt and takes it off. Her breasts are now free, and you grow hard again. Her beautiful mounds seemed to grow in the past few years. You crawl over Nayeon until you reach her tits; you squeeze the left and run your tongue over the right. Nayeon’s gasps turn into moans. She holds you to her chest with one arm while the other tries to get her skirt off. You help her as best as you can, leaving Nayeon naked on the floor.

You slowly align yourself with Nayeon and press your cock against her entrance. She whispers into your ear to do it. A second later, you’re driving your cock deep inside of Nayeon. Her pussy welcomes you, gripping you tightly as you push deeper and deeper. Once you’re buried inside Nayeon, you kiss her. She returns it, moving her tongue along your lips. You place your hands along her thighs, giving them rough squeezes as you pull out and thrust back in. Nayeon moans into the kiss, her legs wrapping around you. You break the kiss and move to her neck, giving it small licks. You feel Nayeon’s walls squeeze your cock when you lap at her neck. When you look at her face, you see her biting her bottom lip with her eyes closed. You hadn’t noticed her moans go quiet. She’s trying to keep her voice down.

“Let me hear you.” You whisper into her ear. Nayeon releases her voice, and you hear her beautiful moans. They’re constant and powerful as you slam yourself into her. Nayeon pulls you in close. You feel her walls constrict around your cock, rubbing every part of it. You groan, the pleasure filling your body. “I’m going to cum, Nayeon.” Nayeon nods her head, giving you the go-ahead to cum inside her. You drive yourself back inside her, filling her up before you explode inside her. Your hot cum fills her pussy. Nayeon’s cunt, tightens around you, milking your cock.

You remained attached to Nayeon until both orgasms passed. You pull out slowly and see the mess you’ve made. Cum leaks out of Nayeon’s cunt, her nectar mixing with it. The sight makes you get hard again. You pull Nayeon up and place her on your lap as you sit on the couch. You spread her legs and ram your cock back into her. She moans loudly, “I just came, hold on.” You were both sensitive, but you didn’t care. You reach for her mounds, squeezing one in your hand as you use the other to hold onto Nayeon’s waist. You buck your hips, moving your cock inside Nayeon. It rubs against her G-spot and makes her scream. Nayeon is resting against your body, tired. As you thrust, she lets out more moans, and her cunt grows tighter with each thrust. You play with Nayeon’s tits at the same time, massaging them and pinching her nipples. Nayeon turns her head to the side and asks you for a kiss. You give it to her as you continue to use her body. The kiss muffles your moans. You feel Nayeon nearing climax and get closer to it. You pull on Nayeon’s nipples as you bury yourself inside her again.

You trigger Nayeon’s orgasm with yours. Your cum floods her cunt again, painting her walls white as it rushes into her womb. Nayeon’s walls hold your cock tightly, not wanting to let a single drop escape. Nayeon slowly rocks her hips as you move to lay on your side. You move your hands to Nayeon’s stomach, holding her close as both of you look at your Christmas tree. You keep yourself inside Nayeon past your orgasm, letting her act as a cock warmer.

“Thanks for the present.” She mumbles, turning her head slightly to get a look at you. You kiss the back of her head in response. “You did get me an actual present, though, right?” Nayeon’s concern for a physical present makes you chuckle.

“Of course I did. You’re my little bunny. I wouldn’t forget to get you a Christmas gift.” You and Nayeon continue to stare at the christmas tree. “You got me a gift, right?” There’s a moment of silence between your question and when Nayeon answers.

“I’m your present.” She says. You shake your head. You knew she would answer like that. Tired from your fun, the two of you drift off to sleep on the couch; you’d clean everything up later.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #twice smut #nayeon smut #girl group smut

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ashwhowrites · 8 months ago

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Lacy

Ummm this will hurt. Mentions of cheating, we've got smut, and we've got heartache. The first release of the GUTS project I'm working on. I hope you like it and enjoy it!

Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell? Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies Did I ever tell you that I'm not doin' well?

Y/N never experienced a teenage heartbreak, and she wasn't doing well. She and Eddie had been together for almost two years, but it wasn't as full of love as she wished. He used to be in love with her. He used to drive her everywhere just to spend time together. He used to bring her favorite snacks to hellfire, he used to kiss her, and he used to make love to her. When they had sex, it wasn't the same anymore. He used to be warm, and soft, and soak every part of her within his body. Now she can't help but notice he refused to look into her eyes as he sucked on her neck and thrust inside of her. Because if he looked at her, Chrissy would disappear.

"Pretty skin," Eddie whispered as he pecked her body. Y/N knew he was thinking of the white porcelain skin of Chrissy's body. He probably thought about Chrissy's bright eyes.

Eddie finished and rolled over. Not even seconds later he began to snore. Y/N tried to hold in her tears as she slipped out of bed to clean herself up. Something he used to never go to bed without doing. As she left their bedroom, she felt a knife in her back when she saw the framed photo of her and Chrissy.

Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time Watching, hidden in plain sight Ooh, I try, I try, I try But it takes over my life, I see you everywhere The sweetest torture one could bear

Y/N tried her best to get Chrissy and Eddie out of her mind, but she couldn't. It almost hurt her more that they were so terrible at hiding it.

Y/N walked through the giant college party Chrissy threw. Eddie was already lost in the crowd and she knew if she found Chrissy, she would find him. She was proven right as she watched Eddie talking into Chrissy's ear, she laughed and smacked his arm. Their bodies leaned into each other.

When they returned home, Eddie was back to his silent self. He kicked off his shoes and headed up into bed.

~~~

Y/N hummed a song as she sorted through the dirty laundry. She emptied Eddie's pants pockets because she had learned he doesn't check. She felt a crumbled piece of paper and pulled it out. She unfolded it and felt that knife in her back again.

"Meet me tonight at the hideout at 8

-xx Chris"

Y/N slipped the paper back in the pants and threw it in the wash. She coughed away her tears as she heard Eddie's feet pounding down the hall.

"Babe?"

"Laundry room," she answered.

"Going to the hideout, don't wait up." He said, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips.

She eyed his attractive outfit. The rings on his hands and the smell of the cologne she bought for an anniversary. He was wearing it for Chrissy, and that stung.

"What are you staring at?" Eddie chuckled, which seemed to snap Y/N out of her mind. Y/N looked at the clock on the wall, he had thirty minutes to get to the hideout. Chrissy always wins, but maybe she can win this one time.

"Fuck me, right here and right now," Y/N said, with no emotion in her voice. Eddie was caught off guard. He went to protest or ask her a question but his mouth went dry as she stripped down.

She smiled when he yanked off his shirt and threw it on the floor. His hands on her skin as he shoved his tongue in her mouth. She felt her brain shut off, and for once felt free.

She moaned as he fucked her against the wall. Their sweaty bodies against each other's as she sucked on his neck. She left marks up and down both sides. Relieved he didn't push her away, but melted into her and whimpered.

Her hands were in his hair as she looked at his face. He made the mistake of looking up, now his eyes glued to hers. She could see his eyes changing, a flash of guilt then back to lust. He kept his eyes on hers as he leaned in and kissed her lips. It was a kiss she hadn't felt in months. It was slow and passionate. She could feel the love pouring out of his mouth into hers. The same way he used to kiss her before Chrissy.

She whined into his mouth as she came all over him, gasping as he watched her fall apart. The way he fucked into her softly, the way he smiled and kissed her all over her face. She shifted so he'd drop her legs, she found her feet and kneeled down. She wrapped her warm mouth around his cock. He moaned and held her hair, he helped her move up and down on him. His eyes were still glued to hers. He emptied down her throat, and she looked at the clock.

Eddie walked into the hideout with a sick feeling in his stomach. He usually felt excited to see Chriss but he wished he stayed home. He was in love with two women and didn't know what in the hell to do.

"Hey handsome, you are late." Chrissy smiled as she slid next to him in a booth.

"Sorry, was doing something." He shrugged, he kept thinking of Y/N. At this very moment, he didn't understand why he left. His cock was still sensitive from her and he craved more of her.

"Like having sex?" Chrissy scoffed, her pissed-off glare made Eddie roll his eyes.

"No, I wasn't having sex," he lied as he glared back at her.

"This says otherwise," Chrissy said as she flicked the marks on Eddie's neck.

"I thought you were going to break up with her."

"Chrissy I already told you that I don't know how." Eddie sighed, he was tired of having this conversation over and over.

"Tell her you don't love her anymore!" Chrissy screeched.

"I do love her."

Smart, sexy Lacy, I'm losin' it lately I feel your compliments like bullets on skin

"That dress is gorgeous on you!" Chrissy complimented. As a best friend, she truly meant it, as the competition she was jealous of how perfect Y/N looked.

"Thank you," Y/N said, a short response as she walked to find Eddie.

Chrissy glared as Y/N and Eddie spent the night dancing together. She hated the love shared between them and felt her heart tug every time they kissed.

She wished Eddie didn't love Y/N, or at least didn't love her more. She wished it was easy for Eddie to leave her behind.

"You are breathtaking tonight," Eddie said as he twirled her. She smiled but it felt like a blow to her chest. If she was so breathtaking, why did he breathe for another girl?

Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots You got the one thing that I want

It was Eddie's birthday and Y/N threw him a surprise party at their house. Eddie was delighted to be with all his friends. Y/N invited Chrissy because she didn't want them to be suspicious of what she knew.

Chrissy growled as she watched Y/N feed Eddie his birthday cake as she sat on his lap. It's been a week since she spoke to Eddie at the hideout. That was also the last time she saw him. He ghosted her out of nowhere. It was like he forgot all about her.

Y/N scanned the party and her eyes landed on Chrissy's glare. Y/N felt her stomach turn in knots. It made her sick that Chrissy had the nerve to be jealous when Eddie was hers in the first place. Y/N sent a smile and turned back to Eddie. Chrissy had the nerve to be upset like she hadn't already stolen Eddie away.

"You bake the best cakes, my dear," Eddie said as he pressed a frosting-coated kiss against Y/N's lips. She giggled and kissed back. Humming at the delicious taste.

Y/N had the one thing Chrissy wanted, Eddie's attention.

Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

And the worst part of it all, Y/N understood why he fell in love with Chrissy. She always saw Chrissy as an angel and beautiful in every sense of the word.

She hated even after it all, she truly believed Chrissy was better. She couldn't stop Eddie from seeing what she saw all along.

The most perfect woman in the world.

Y/N hated herself for accepting it so easily. She hated that she felt like she couldn't blame Eddie for what he has done.

Because Y/N would have done it all too.

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sidus-noctifer · 24 days ago

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Together (we fall)

Repost, Fluff, Pining

Xiao gazed the estuary below him, his watchful gaze overseeing the golden plains of Liyue. His molten eyes contemplated the picturesque scenery from atop the Inn, with eyes clouded by wonder. When did he start being like this? His gaze fled, looking at the amber tiles of the roof and staring at them with shame, as if seeking refuge from the eyes of the gods.

A warm breeze from the south blew, as gingko leaves fell from the ancient tree. He couldn't help but ponder. Would your touch feel as warm and delicate? When did he start feeling so weak, almost human?

At these questions, Xiao could not find an answer. Instead he could only pray his master, Rex Lapis, and ask to keep away from him you, the bane of his existence.

It started with an unfamiliar feeling, imperceptible and evasive: akin to the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

And before he knew it, that innocent was solicitude something he never knew before: a tender affection like no other, one that kept plaguing him. Did you even knew the effect you had on him? Were you aware about the way his mind kept running back to you, wondering about your wellbeing and whereabouts? Did you know how much he loathed you for the curse you laid upon him?

That was your sin, afterall: to make him, an illuminated adeptus,human.

A soft voice, akin to a whisper, spoke his name. One, two, three minutes passed, yet the adeptus did not know if he should've fuel with your presence the curse you bestowed upon him.

You really were cruel.

Then, he acknowledged your call.

You smiled and- archons, Xiao could swear that your smile was so resplendent like none. "You're here" you whispered, as if making sure that the one before you was the Adeptus of Wangshu Inn himself and not a naive reverie.

"Why did you call me? Is something the matter?" he spoke, blaming once again your curse for making him utter those words more softly than he had intended. However, you didn't notice it, he comforted himself. Or maybe you pretended to not have heard.

You bit your cheek, trying to suppress a mischievous grin. "Well... I wanted to ask you a favour" the way you spoke those words did not foretell anything good.

Ages could've changed yet human's foolishness would never know boundaries. Xiao let out something between a sigh and a groan, uncaring about your hurted gaze. And after all, it wasn't worth it for an adeptus to deal with their stupidity. Few Qingxins laid forgotten on the balcony's wooden floor while others had been haphazardly placed inside a porcelain vase.

"What is that long face? It suits you well, you know" your pout did not take long to morph into one of those adorable smiles of yours.

The adeptus did not reply as he gazed at the faraway mountains, hidden by the veil of mist while begging the gods to not let you see the burning flush of his cheecks. You fell silent, observing the flowers you oh-so painstakingly intertwined in a flower crown. "Seriously, it suits you" you gazed away, eyes seeking a refuge from him "It makes you look... cute" you muttered that word softly as if trying to not be heard.

He blinked- once, twice, thrice- at you features still immersed in your own thoughts not cognizant of the feeling wholly taking over Xiao. "Stop spitting out nonsense" his words sounded more like a pitiful groan than the growl he intended.

Your angelic smile was now turned into a devilish grin. This side of you was rather... pleasing, he found himself shamelessly thinking much to his own dismay and chagrin. "But alas, I'm afraid that no flower could ever compare with your beauty"

Those candid guise of yours truly hid an imp. The words he spoke next were unforeseeable even to himself "....are you trying to woo me?"

Astonishment painted over your features and he eftsoons found himself enjoying the sight in front of him. Then, you reminded Xiao how obnoxious you could be. "Who knows" a lopsided grin adorned your features.

A sigh left his lips. "You truly are reckless". Archons above, please, do not let them hear this fondness in his voice. A giggle escaped from you as the mellifluous sound resonated through the air. He felt his heart flutter and, for the first time after aeons, Xiao cursed his human vassal.

He stared at you as he felt your eyes linger on his figure. "What's wrong?"

"You have a petal in your hair" you spoke, eyes still not leaving his features.

"You're the one that made me wear it" he huffed.

"You look adorable with it, however" you grinned teasingly. He abruptly turned his head, directing his gaze elsewhere "... Just how many times are you going to repeat that?"

You didn't reply as you grinned triumphantly at the Adeptus' reaction. A chortle left your lips "There, there, let me remove it"

"Do not give it much relevance" despise his words, your hand did not cease its path.

You gently took the minute petal, which hid itself in a teal lock of his hair. You were close- oh, so close that he almost melted under your touch. You didn't make any sense, how could you treat a creature that only knew the blood of the battlefield with such carefreeness? How could you touch him so delicately as if he could've break like glass?

You withdrawed your hand violently, feeling a sharp pain as if you've been hit by an electric shock. You groaned in pain, feeling your arm becoming numb. It hurts. If this anguish continued you were sure that you would've exhale your last breath.

"... Xiao?" you weakly called his name, your voice was now hoarse.

Your words were met by thin air.

You didn't know how much time passed before you managed to see him once again. No matter how many times you tried to approach him, every time you attempted to talk to him, he always disappeared right before your eyes. It hurted, for some reason.

"What are you trying to do?" you tried to ask one day. You didn't need to say anything else.

"I'm harmful to mortals, even my presence alone is enough to hurt you" his Gaza moved on you, his eyes finally indulging on you instead on the Liyue's landscape illuminated by the golden rays of eventide. "You should be well aware of it"

"Stop avoiding me, please" you begged, on the verge of falling into despair. The look in your eyes was enough to make his heart ache.

His mind was filled with sorrow. "It's for your own good" speaking those words felt like being stabbed. "I'm sorry" he murmured to the wind. It hurted, too much. Ages of endless slaughter made him used to endure sufferings unknown to this world. But he was defenseless like a newborn in front of regret.

"I'll endure it, we'll find a way but please..." You letted only the voices from afar of the other travellers fill that silence. You smiled melancholically, his heart fluttered both for the pain and something else. "Unfortunately for you I like being with you

You were a paradox to him, something that he couldn't understand even in ages-no, millenia. He loathed you completely for your nativity even if you were the only one that taught him the meaning of human emotions, even if you could put at ease for an ephemeral time his tormented soul.

He hated you for your curse, even if he knew that it wasn't by no means a fruit of witchcraft. "I am bound to protect this land by a contract that has been forgotten by many if not immortals. My duty is simply to protect Liyue from evil, yet... yet I would hate to see you hurt because of me" he paused, his Amber eyes gazing at you. You swore you saw the ghost of a smile on his lips "Besides, you are deserving of all the happiness of this world"

#genshin #genshin impact #xiao #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader

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yuriisclumsy · 4 months ago

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Authors note: Hope everyone's day is good. I have been working on the story for a while -- it takes time to write a chapter -- getting inspirations and tidying up the plot a bit. I really love were this is going! Side Note: If you want to ask more about the story, or want to clarify somethings, my ASK! is always opened! I think I will also be accepting request from this fandom as well. So, don't be shy. PS. This is the longest chapter so far.

It’s been a while since I arrived here; a place filled with unknowns and mysteries.

Not knowing where I was…frightening to say the least. Being far away from my home, into a land of magic.

If I hadn’t tried pinching myself every time I encountered a creature right out of a fantasy anime, I would believe I was in a dream, crazy even.

When I awoke, I found myself inside a big hole with cecilia flowers blooming in the dark. It was deep in measure, as I couldn’t see the surrounding area. As confused as I was, I decided climbing was my best option to take.

A few hours went by as I tried getting out the ditch.

Out of all the places to spawn in another world, a hole isn’t on the list.

If not for the fortunate encounter of a blonde haired boy, I would have still been there as I speak. He rescued me, helping me reach the top of the pit. Afterwards, when I thanked him, he understood nothing. He spoke to me, and I understood nothing.

And so, my second problem since coming to this strange place began: language barrier.

With the limit of communication between the two of us, we attempted to introduce ourselves. The boy pointed at himself and said Sirius… It meant the brightest star in the night sky in Greek.

I followed suit and copied him, pointing at myself, and said my name. It’s nothing special so I won’t waste my time saying it–mother would have said otherwise giving me a frown in disapproval.

We smiled. We solved the problem of how we could get each other's attention. The happiness didn’t last long hearing rustling in the bushes. In defense, Sirius took out his sword. The sight of it made me freeze, though not much the sword, but the way it appeared out of thin air.

My mind twisted, frustratedly trying to grasp logic to reason the sudden appearance of the sword. There’s just no way a sword can just materialize out of nothing. Was I going insane? I would've believed myself to be if not for the thing that came out the bushes belonging to imagination.

I think I passed out after seeing it because when I woke up again I saw Sirius' worried face. What I saw was a smile. A cute, yet very dangerous, slime. If this place could give me more to think about how stupid this all was, it would be the weird fashion of these clothes.

At that point I noticed that I wasn't wearing my school uniform. I wore a cloak. It’s not all I had–I think anyone would notice if they were buck naked, but that is the only noteworthy item I wore; the rest is plain and simple, except for the hair piece on the left side of my hair; It’s a crystal, surrounded by gold with engravings on it.

My thoughts at the moment reflected my confusion. Perhaps, I had miraculously found myself on the other side of the globe! …but that’s just hopeful thinking. I knew monsters weren’t meant to be real, nor these gravity-defiant clothes we wore existed.

Reality Dawned on me a few days later being graced with the same routine: Waking up thinking it was all a dream, greeting Sirius, eating, moving on in the plains to who-knows-where, encountering monsters, repeat.

That’s how it was, up until we fished out our third party member.

She is…something. At first, I worried the poor thing had drowned in the pond, but after making sure she was alright I discovered she could float. That killed my sense of urgency.

How could a fairy, who literally floats, drown?

The fairy, who later gave us her name–Paimon, teached Sirius the language of this planet. Apparently, I was speaking a different language than the one I’m using right now. Sirius pointed it out after he learned to formulate sentences, albeit broken, but understandable nonetheless.

Two months passed since then.

We were sitting on a beach enjoying its offerings. Sirius and Paimon–the fairy we helped–were closer to the shore drawing images in the sand. I relaxed under the protection of a palm’s shade, not wanting to get a heat stroke from the scorching sun.

But this peacefulness did not last long.

A loud sound played, akin to that of a classic German symphony, short but loud enough to make my eardrums ring. It made me dizzy when I heard it.

Some sort of vision, screen-like, projection, showed up in front of me when I heard the sound.

“So…what you're trying to say is that you fell here…from another world?” I heard Paimon speak.

Two shining stars, traveling from an unknown place onwards to the sky itself.

“But when you wanted to leave and go on to the next world, your path was blocked by some unknown god?”

A space between the clouds and stars was shown to me; there was Sirius, and someone that looked exactly like him in the opposite gender.

Then I saw her.

The god that Paimon mentioned; she was tall; her clothing were fit for the divinity she is; with her beauty, she’d be capable of killing the careers of hundreds of models if she were to join the modeling business.

“Outlanders, your journey ends here!” I shivered. Her voice was colder than any ice-cream that could give me a brain freeze on a winter’s day.

“Who are you?!” Sirius’ look-alike questioned.

“The sustainer of heavenly principles. The arrogation of mankind ends now,” the god summoned a red cube expanding its domain in the ground. It almost captured the outsiders, almost.

Jumping away from her attack, they each manifested a pair of glorious crystalized wings and swords; the sun shone through its glass making the wings seem like they were glowing; their swords–matching in style–live for the protection of their masters, and ready for battle; launching forward, they meet tentacles made of the same cube which tried to take them down. Every slash made by their opponent was evaded by them. They looked like butterflies dancing a duet; so serine and gorgeous.

But just like a game of chess, the enemy’s turn is finished, it is their turn to make a move. Readying their attack with all the power they can muster; they do a combined strike. Unfortunately for them, the god shielded their attack, rendering them hopeless to her.

The Queen eats a pawn.

With only a glare at the boy made him recoil. But to his dismay, his counterpart wasn't so fast. She was swallowed by the god’s swarm of red-and-black cube.

In a desperate attempt to free her, Sirius charged an attack with some power that is unknown to me. As fast as lighting, he was behind the god. The force of the power collided with the god making a big explosion.

Pawn moves.

Smoke was everywhere; Sirius catches his breath thinking the god was defeated.

His eyes widened, the fumes of the aftermath scurried off to reveal the god intact. Not even her clothes were affected. Intinctly, Sirius backed up, but found himself unable to move: the god had trapped him as well.

Queen moved, blocking the pawn from advancing. The game paused momentarily.

“Wait, don’t go!” His eyes looked desperately at the god, “give my sister back!”

In that instant, I could feel his emotions radiating through his voice. They barreled onto each other, it made me want to crawl into a ball and cry; anger, worry, sadness…the worst one of them was the feeling of separation–loss.

The scene continued, ignorant of my feelings.

“And just like that, the god took away my sister.”

I discovered Sirius had a sister; a twin intertwined in the stars.

“Some kind of seal was cast upon me, and I lost my power. So while we used to travel from world to world, we are now trapped here.”

“How many years ago was it? I don’t know… But I intend to find out,” the scene changed back to the sunny beach and the call of the ocean.

“I was completely alone from the time I woke — Right until I met you and [Name] two months ago.”

“Yeah, Paimon owes you guys for that. Otherwise Paimon likely would have drowned… So, Paimon would do her best to be a great guide for you two!” She vowed to be our travel guide across this unknown world.

Sirius looked out into the horizon with hopeful eyes for the future.

“We should head off.”

When the scene ended, Paimon and Sirius came to me to continue our journey.

“[Name] stop relaxing, and let’s go!” Paimon took me by the hand and lifted me up, dragging me to wherever we were going.

I didn’t share what happened, or what I saw. It's a secret for now.

Currently, we are on our way to our next destination: Mondstadt City.

The city belongs to the nation of Mondstadt–funnily having the same name. According to Paimon, it is the closest civilization from our location. Before going further we stop atop a hill looking out into the plains and what awaits us in the future.

And that is where we found ourselves. Standing idly at the edge of a mountain looking out into the wilderness….

Wait…. Did—did I just have an internal dialogue? I stopped enjoying the view questioning my sanity, before being rudely interrupted by a certain gluttonous-fairy.

“Woaww! This is certainly something Paimon could get used to waking up to see each morning!” She said happily. “What do you think, Sirius?”

Oh, so we’re just going to ignore me, are we?

“I also like the view…” I glanced at her. She looked at me with a sorry-d face.

“We like it, Paimon. Thank you for ask,” Sirius responded calmly.

“See, Paimon? It wasn’t so difficult to include me.”

“Oh look!” she pointed at a lake in the middle of the valley, trying to divert the conversation. “That’s a Statue of The Seven!”

I was unimpressed, but Sirius followed her enthusiasm.

“What is it?” He asked, looking at what looked like a pillar in the middle of a pond.

“They are statues showing The Seven’s protection over the world,” she said proudly, “you can find them scattered all over the place. Among the seven gods, this one belongs to the god who controls the wind.”

“And that is important to know, because…?” I found the information useless. The gods in my world are practically non-existent, or hard to contact unless you're a devoted follower they’ve shown favoritism to. The gods in this world are no different.

“Because! It can help Sirius find information on his sister and clear up if that’s the god he’s looking for, and help you remember who you are!”

I nearly forgot. I made an excuse of losing my memories when Sirius became suspicious for knowing the language but not the places a while back. I need to keep that in mind.

Darn you Sirius and your keen senses.

“...you’re right.”

“Of course Paimon is right!” So presumptuous she is. I’ll play along for now.

“Oh, what would come of me if not for the number-one-in-the-whole-world’s travel guide not being here with me?” I sounded overdramatic, yes, but she bought it and became even prouder.

“You would be a lost little Seelie, that’s for sure!”

Sirius giggled at our shenanigans. “Okay, Paimon is best travel guide. But, we need go. Will be late when arrive in city.”

“Oh no! We can’t have that. If we’re late, all the restaurants will be closed, and Paimon won’t be able to eat!” She was more worried about her empty stomach than monsters attacking us.

“*sight…* I guess the only thing inside that head of hers is food," I commented.

“Haha. Don’t let Paimon hear, she will eat you at night,” Sirius said with a jokingly-creepy voice.

“Ha-ha-ha… Getting eaten by a flying child is not on my experience list,” I said with sarcasm. “Anyway, we should follow her. We don’t want her drowning in another pond…”

The only response I got was him giggling. We ran after Paimon. She is not to be left alone for a second, lest you want your rations to go poof.

But nothing would have prepared us for what we would see in the sky that day.

“Are you confident we’ll be able to meet this god?” I said.

We managed to catch up to Paimon before she ran into any trouble. Now, we were closer to the statue we saw on the hill.

“Paimon’s not sure… Paimon has never meet any of The Seven in person, so Paimon doesn't know if they’ll answer. But, it's worth a try!”

“Better than nothing,” Sirius looked at me for confirmation.

“It’s progress,” saying that earned me a smile from him.

I looked away from him admiring the species of animal I’ve never seen before. Even the fruits were different. Reminds me that I need to try all the food I can. When in a new world, try all you can, especially food.

I’m thinking like Paimon now…

Approaching the statue, I stopped and looked at it from a distance. My mouth was left agape at the stone’s craftsmanship; from far it looked rather plain, but on closer inspection it was as complex as understanding chess; it was large, having angel wings in the back; the silhouette was that of a person, with braids and a good figure.

Was this the god of wind?

Paimon went in front of us before I could marvel at it any longer. I’ll have time to gaze at it later.

“As we all know, poetry and language flow like the wind…” she began.

“Wowww, Paimon. Didn’t realize we had a poet in our group,” I clapped.

“Oh, for goodness sake! Leave Paimon alone!” her tiny legs stumped the air, showing our companions annoyance.

I raise my hands to shield myself from her wrath. “Fine, fine. I'll leave you alone for now.”

“What do you mean ‘for now’?!”

Before Paimon’s anger flowed out, Sirius decided it was the best time to take a dip in the pond, splashing Paimon and I.

“Ah!” Paimon tried to take cover. But a little too late, she was as wet as I was.

“Was that really necessary?” I asked, looking at myself.

He smiled at us. “You two stopped,” He swam to the minuscule island in the pond where the statue was.

Paimon shook like a wet puppy, splashing even more water on me.

“OI.” I was ignored.

She flew right above the pond joining Sirius, leaving me behind. Thanks Paimon.

Do I really have to go there? I’m already wet, so I might as well.

I took my shoe and socks off, I didn’t want them smelling bad later after they dried. My right foot was the first to make contact with the water. Nope. It was iced cold. Not going. No, with a little spice of Nuh-huh. Sirius could get all the attention from the statue all he wanted because, I. Ain't. Going.

“[Name]! You coming?” Sirius got my attention.

“No, I’m good! I’ll just…look around the area!” I told him, quickly putting my socks and shoes on.

“Okay, don’t go far!” He told me before focusing on Paimon and the statue.

Now. what to do, what to do?

I walked around the pond finding nothing of my interest. Then, a sound came into earshot. It was the same one I heard when the vision appeared back on the beach! Was I going to get another one?

I see as Sirius touches the statue, and a ball of…air? Leaps into his body. The star in his chest and his wrist that were previously black, are now filled and glowing with teal.

My perspective comes back to the spot I was formerly.

What was the thing that went into Sirius’s body? I wondered.

Suddenly, a zephyr flowed in my direction. It was playful, messing with my hair. Then it became strong and lifted my cloak. I was amazed at first, right before the little demon made it fall, slamming it against my face. I yelped in surprise. I could hear soft giggles in the breeze.

The wind was mocking me.

I won’t forget this, you little…

“[Name]! There you are!” Paimon shouted as she got closer to me.

“You don’t have to yell for me to hear Paimon, I’m not deaf,” I winced.

“Oops, sorry.”

“It’s fine. So, did you two discover something interesting?” I asked, pretending I didn’t just see an orb go into Sirius’s body.

They both nodded with big smiles.

“Yup! Sirius resonated with the statue, and is now able to control the power of Anemo!”

“Excuse me?” I said dumbfounded.

“Uhmm, Sirius resonated with the statue?” Paimon tilted her head in confusion.

“No yeah, I heard that part. What do you mean he can use the power of Anemo?”

Sirius put his hand out and concentrated. Then a small ball of air was formed.

I was gone for two seconds, and Sirius is already getting powers??? How is that fair? I want powers too!

To say I was mad would be an understatement. I was furious.

Couldn't it have been me instead? All those times where I dreamed of having cool magic and powers have been shattered. They’re so close, yet so far away. Darn you Sirius!

“Now I’m the only one without powers… Great.”

“In his defense, he didn’t know he would get them,” Paimon defended. “Maybe the gods didn’t give you any powers because you are mean, [Name],” Was she trying to provoke me? She is reminding me of someone annoying I know.

I gave her a nasty glare before letting it go. “Now, can you please show us the way to Mondstadt city. I’m getting hungry and tired of this day.”

“Oh, Paimon is too! Paimon can’t wait to taste the sweet delicacies of the nation of freedom…” her mouth watered at the thought of her stomach being full, “Let’s move then!”

Paimon took the lead down a path to a forest. If there was a way to avoid forests I would tell Paimon to make a detour, but it seems this is the only way to the city, so I stayed shut.

From what I saw on the hill, the city is built on an island in the middle of a gigantic lake. It’s a good idea. It keeps enemies and monsters at bay. With only one entrance to the city, regulating who comes in and who goes out is as easy as pie!

Guess I was daydreaming about the city for a while, because before I knew it, we were approaching the forest. I could see a few signs from here.

I always get fascinated by old methods of engineering cities.

“Wow! What is that!?” I heard Paimon ask, “There’s something huge, in the sky!”

“Woww…” Sirius let out in amazement.

I turned to see what all the commotion was. Honestly, what was so amazing that both Paimon and Sirius were amazed.

“Huh?”

My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

It was a dragon….

A damn dragon.

“HUHHHHH???????????”

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redamancy [2/3]

*redamancy: the act of loving in return.

a/n: guess what olivia’s updating a year laterrrrrrr

word count: 2,878

warnings: honestly, this is basically yandere bakugou... heavy dubious content, implied sexual content, restraints, violence towards reader, bakugou is mean :(, villain!bakugou

part one!

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You wake with a headache.

Your vision is blurred, the sudden bright light you find yourself faced with makes the headache worse as you try to adjust. First instinct is to sit up, a groan leaving your lips as you do, only then noticing just how soft whatever you’re on is. Your body sinks into it with every movement, and part of you doesn’t even want to get up.

Besides the headache, you’re not sure you’ve ever been this comfortable.

I didn’t want it to be this way.

But then you remember and everything snaps with a start.

You sit up straight, eyes cracking open with a gasp of fear as a flash of Bakugou flickers into your mind and you’re reminded of what had happened. Of how you’d seen Bakugou for the first time in years, how he’d apparently been waiting for you for all those years, and most importantly how he’d knocked you out and basically kidnapped you.

With a quick glance around, you realize you must be in his bedroom. It was painfully plain in decoration but completely clean; not a single thing misplaced or a spec to be seen. The sight almost brings a smile to your lips, remembering how you used to tease him back in your Academy days how he refused to ever leave his room a mess. It brings you back to simpler times, a wishful memory that you wish you could slip into if anything just to escape from this.

From what’s happened.

Shoto. That’s right. You’d tried to call him right before Bakugou slipped the clothe over your mouth. A quick glance around you tells you your phone isn’t anywhere near you, and it isn’t in your robe that you’d been left in.

Of course he wouldn’t leave your phone with you.

It probably wouldn’t work either—he’d smashed it right before you’d fallen unconscious.

Slipping your legs over, there’s an odd weight attached to your ankle, something black crossing your vision briefly before you blink, focusing on your left ankle.

“What the—!”

Reaching forward, your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the large, clunky cuff around your ankle. It swallows it completely, and having worked in the hero industry for a few years now, you knew exactly what that cuff meant. Quirk-cancelling. Clearly, Bakugou didn’t trust you not to not try and escape (which, to his defense, you obviously would) and had taken the necessary precautions to eliminate that risk.

The same thing you’ve done with villains plenty of times.

Bending your knee, you pull your ankle towards you, pushing your fingers against the cuff and in between your leg, despite how it strains uncomfortably, trying to use what strength you had to pry the cuff off. It was useless, and of course you knew that—they were designed to not be able to be broken off so easily.

(Given that it would be a huge product malfunction if the villains you caught could easily just... break through them.)

“Asshole,” you hiss under your breath. It wasn’t just the fact that this meant your chances of escaping (which were already limited) were ten times harder, but the fact that this left you (also) ten times more vulnerable.

There had been a point in your life, depsite his loud and rash behaviour, you’d been certain Bakugou would never hurt you. Even when he yelled and got angry, he never got angry at you. Maybe it was the soulmate thing, or maybe it was more, you weren’t sure. You’d just known that no matter what, Bakugou would never hurt you.

And up until now, you’ve never doubted that.

But now?

Now you weren’t sure.

You haven’t seen Bakugou in three years, and the weeks before his disappearance had been weird and strained.

You had no idea who Bakugou was now, and with the ever-present factor that he was a villain? Well, that left you even more unsure. Not to mention, he’d kidnapped you! Put quirk-cancelling cuffs on you so you wouldn’t be able to fight back...

It was a sense of vulnerability you’ve not experienced. Even if you’d known Bakugou was stronger, you’ve faced strong villains before and came out the other side—why? Because you had your quirk. Because you were a hero.

Now... Now you were no different than the civilians that fell prey to evil villains.

Letting out a light curse, you let your leg fall, taking in what you’re wearing. With a fearful swallow, you realize it isn’t what you’d been wearing when Bakugou had taken you. The silk robe you’d covered yourself in was gone and the cute pajama set of shorts and button up is replaced by a thin nightgown. The whole dress is held up by thin straps, that purposefully hang low, and the dress ends short, reaching just below your bum.

It wasn’t like before everything Bakugou hadn’t seen you. Hadn’t been with you. You both were young and inexperienced, but you’d once dressed yourself up in clothes just like this for him because you’d known he’d liked the sight.

Three years of being apart that and the fact that he’s a villain leaves you more than uncomfortable in such vulnerable clothing.

Not to mention he must’ve undressed you himself and put this on—an extreme invasion of privacy and a purposeful act to have you wearing something demure and delicant... all for him.

The sound of a door slamming shut pulls you from your thoughts and you leap to your feet, fear racing through your entire body. Your eyes snap towards the door to the bedroom door, hearing footsteps grow closer and closer. It was no doubt Bakugou. For all the information you had managed to gather on him, you knew he was working solo.

Bakugou wasn’t the type to take help from others. Being a villain didn’t change that.

As the footsteps grow closer, you’re hit with a sudden realization—where can you hide?

Your eyes snap around the room, peeling for any sort of hiding spot or escape, but you come up empty. It seems Bakugou very meticulously thought out your capture. There was a closet but the doors had been taken off, and the only other piece of furniture you could hide in was the bed, but that wouldn’t get your very far.

You opt for placing yourself as far away from the door as possible, curled into the corner with the lamp you’d found on the nightstand held protectively before you.

A second later, the door is opening.

Bakugou’s head peers in first, eyes glancing from corner to corner until they settle on your own. You force back the whimper that threatens to escape. No. You had to be strong.

As strong as you could be.

He steps into the room, letting the door shut behind him and you don’t miss the way his fingers work quick to lock the door behind him. (Shit.) The second the lock clicks, his eyes fall on back on you, smirking.

“You do realize that won’t do much, right?” He asks, hand loosely gesturing towards the lamp in your hands. Your knuckles are white with how tightly you’re holding it, but your hands also violently shake, flinching when he even just takes a step towards you. “I’m the world’s strongest villain and you think a lamp is gonna hurt?”

It hurts the way he sounds so proud.

“Ba-Bakugou—!”

He’s in front of you in a flash. You blink and he’s there, imposing and intimidating, simply pulling the lamp from your hands and setting it down beside him all without looking away or giving you any space.

He’s closer than he’s been in years (or, at least, since he kidnapped you—) and it physically hurts. Your heart still yearns for him and your body reacts without your consent, aching for him and his touch despite how much you want to pull away.

Despite how much your mind screams at you not to.

His hand reaches forward, and you flinch, but then he’s grabbing you by the chin and tilting your gaze up to his.

“Katsuki.” He whispers, voice husky. “That’s my name.”

You shake your head still in his grasp.

He leans close, and Bakugou’s always been naturally warm so you feel it envelope you like a hug. Your body reacts, shivers running down your back, feeling exposed and practically naked as he presses his lips to the edge of your jaw.

“Katsuki,” he repeats, voice a mere murmur. “Say it.”

You let out a dejected whine; “...no.”

His free hand falls on you, grasping at your waist, eliciting a gasp from your lips as your entire body tightens, tensing underneath his familiar touch.

“Say it.” He growls, voice harsher than it had been before.

You want to give in. Your heart and your body and you ache for him... You have for three years. Dreamt about him, thought about him... wanted him. He was your soulmate, your other half—the one you were intended to spend the rest of your life with.

But—but...

“They say he killed... just under twenty civilians in his last raid. Brutally murdered them. Some of the bodies are still beind identified. Y/N... Bakugou isn’t who you think he is anymore.”

“—no!”

The element of surprise allows you to successfull shove Bakugou off of you, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, a wild, panicked look in your eyes as you stare back at him. To your credit, he looks shocked even if briefly, before his faze hardens.

He moves towards you, “Y/N—”

But you step away, almost tripping over your own feet as you push yourself off the wall and try to create more distance between the both of you.

“No,” you repeat, desperate. “No... You kidnapped me! Put a quirk-cancelling cuff on me...” Feeling your eyes water, you find your grip on your strength wavering as all of it comes rushing to you, making you feel sick, making you feel like you can’t breathe. “You’ve killed and hurt so many people! Countless of innocents. You... You left me!”

“Y/N—!”

“I hate you!”

That gets him to stop. He halts, suddenly, body turning rigid and you blink, not realizing until a second later just what you said.

There’s a brief moment of complete silence. Neither of you say or do anything, just meeting each other’s gaze from across the room, your words hanging tensely in the air.

And then your feet move before you even realize, body turning sharply as you practically leap towards the door, hands reaching for the lock to the try to get the door open. Hands wrap around you just as the tips of your fingers reach the doorknob, a cry leaving your lips as you’re tugged back, lifted off your feet and then you’re thrown, weightless in the air before your back hits the bed, body bouncing in response.

You don’t have time to get up because Bakugou is faster.

It’s a wrestle of strength that you have no hope of winning as Bakugou grabs both of your wrists, pulling them up and over your head before pressing them against the bed. You can’t see what he’s doing, his chest in front of your face while his legs keep you pinned to the bed and then there’s something cold wrapping around both of your wrists and the distinct sound of something clicking echoes into the silence.

Bakugou pulls back but continues to straddle you, as you glance up, tugging on your arms when you realize he’s cuffed your wrists to the headboard of the bed.

“Wha—!”

Your chin is grabbed, head yanked until you’re facing Bakugou once again who leans over you.

“You can’t hate me,” he hisses, and you try to ignore the fear at the sound of his barely concealed threat. “I’m your soulmate.”

“Ba—... Katsuki,” you whisper, afraid. Terrified, even. “I... please, don’t do this.”

“This is your fault,” he huffs, letting go of your face. “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt twice but you’ve forced my hand. This is your life now. You’re mine... so you better get used to it.”

You inhale sharply. “I wanted to be with you! Don’t you understand that!”

Bakugou blinks, lips parting.

“I was ready to give up everything for you! You left!” You’re inconsolable. Terrified, sobs wretching from your as you lay beneath Bakugou, restrained and helpless. “I searched for you everyday for the past three years! But you never let me find you... I wanted—I want to be with you but you’ve... hurt so many people.”

Bakugou leans forward again, but this time he’s gentle. His hands cup your cheeks, touch light as he shakes his head. “I did it all for you...” He whispers, eyes pleading for you to understand. “I did it so we could be together.”

You swallow thickly, shaking. “We were together...”

“You don’t understand,” he begs. “That... Deku... all of them! They wanted to keep us apart...”

Eyes widening, you pause.

“That’s what I was fighting with Deku about that day when I left... He wanted to keep us apart... said that he and shitty-hair and icy-hot—all of them would never let me be near you again.” He’s caressing your cheek, brushing back hair that had fallen in your face in the midst of everything. “So I had to leave... I didn’t want to leave you but I had to get stronger... So that one day we could be together and no one could keep us apart.”

Your lips part, trying to find your voice. That... That doesn’t make sense.

“But they... Why would they?”

“Have they left your side since that day?” Bakugou asks, shaking his head. “Have they surrounded you? I’ve seen you... with them. Together. All the time...”

“But... But it was never like tha—“

“Here. I’ll walk you home. It’s not safe for you alone out at night and I wouldn’t be much a man if I let such a pretty lady like you walk home alone.”

“Y/N-chan! Let’s have lunch together, my treat.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it for you, okay? You don’t even have to lift a finger.”

But...But—

All the touches, all the smiles and the help and...

Oh... Oh God...

Blinking, you turn to Bakguou. He’s watching you, closely, eyes never faltering, watching as the realization sinks in.

“But the... don’t they have a soul—“

“It’s just us, baby,” Bakugou whispers, voice gentle, warm. “Have you ever seen a name on them? Anywhere?”

You pause, thinking. And the answer comes quick. No.

You shake your head.

“You and me are special,” he explains, and you instinctively lean into his touch, unaware. “We’re made for each other. The only two in the whole world, you see? Just you and me. You’re mine and they tried to take you from me.”

“I...” Your voice fades, confused and baffled.

But Bakugou’s never lied to you before and you don’t think just being a villain changes that... And he was right. Izuku, Shoto and Kirishima have hardly left you alone in the past three years, one of them was always by your side. Sometimes it was just to talk or help or do things for you... You’d always thought it was just friendly, but when you really thought about it...

It couldn’t be, could it?

That was... those were things Bakugou had done for you. Thing you’d wanted him to do for you.

“I didn’t know.”

Bakugou shushes, brushing away the tears you barely realized where still falling. “It’s okay,” he soothes, “you couldn’t have. They made you confused and tried to take you from me. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you but I had to get stronger, you see, so I can protect you. Protect us.”

You meet his eyes and you realize the look in his eyes is the looking you’ve been yearning for for the past three years.

None of what Izuku, Shoto and Kirishima did for you had mattered because they weren’t Bakugou. They weren’t who you wanted. They weren’t your soulmate.

You nod, smiling a little. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice shaking slightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he eases away your worries.

You nudge at his hand, trying to lean up towards him. “I missed you so much, Katsuki...” You whisper, voice a whine. “I wanted you so bad... I missed your touch and your warmth and the way you made me feel...”

Bakugou oblidges, leaning towards you. “Me too, baby. So much.”

You instinctively move to touch him, only to be held back. “Ugh... Katsuki, I want to touch you.”

His hands move to your waist, keeping you pinned to the spot. “Not yet, baby. Your mind is still a jumbled mess. I’ll let you go but I have to make sure, okay?” You whine, moving to shake your hand but his grip pinches and your eyes fly to his, seeing the hardened look in his eyes.

Slowly, you nod; “okay...”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, Katsuki,” you smile, “but... but please... I need you.”

And he smiles, wide and grinning, and you’re too dazed to notice the sinister look in his eyes as he laughs lightly; “oh, don’t worry, I plan to, baby.”

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugou katsuki

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deecotan · 1 year ago

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There’s a knock on the door.

Zoro stirs from his sleep. Blinking his one functioning eye open, his mind – still foggy from having just woken up – slowly comprehends the darkness surrounding him. He struggles to gather his thoughts, wondering whether the knock was real or just a figment of his imagination.

There’s another knock on the door.

He shifts his gaze towards the digital clock on the bedside drawer. 4:47 AM. He groans; who the hell could be up this early?

He feels the body wrapped in his arms shifting slightly, the figure letting out a soft groan — apparently woken up by the mysterious person behind the door as well. He gently presses a kiss on the messy crown of blond hair, whispering, “I’ll get it.”

Sanji replies with a soft hum. Zoro reluctantly separates himself from his boyfriend and groggily stands up, not even bothering to put on a shirt to cover his naked torso. Whoever’s behind that door should know that no sane person would care about being presentable this early in the day.

There’s another series of knocks, this time sounding more insistent, as he walks towards the door. Yawning, he peeks through the peephole and sees Luffy standing behind the door. He’s spotting some messy bed hair and is wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his baggy red jacket, and his trademark sandals.

Frowning, he opens the door, carefully as to not make a noise, and stares at Luffy with a squinted eye. He definitely didn’t bother arranging his eyesight either.

“Morning,” Luffy greets him cheerfully.

“It barely counts as morning,” he hisses, voice rather raspy, mustering the deepest glare he can make in his current condition. “What do you want, Luffy?”

“I’m looking for a pair of headphones.”

Zoro blinks at that. “Headphones?”

“Technically Usopp’s headphones. I borrowed it from him and I’m pretty sure I left it here in your room yesterday,” he continues. Right, he did remember Luffy coming into their room to talk about something with Sanji the day before. He wasn’t really paying attention though, so he couldn’t know if Luffy really did bring Usopp’s headphones and then somehow left it in their room — especially since he didn’t actually notice that object lying around. However, it might’ve as well got stuck in some corner, hidden from plain sight.

“... you sure it's here?” he asks again.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Can’t it wait until later? Why now?”

“Me, Chopper, and Usopp are planning to go cold swimming,” Luffy grins. “We actually wanted to do it last night but the pool was closed after 8 PM and the hotel staff insisted on not letting us in even though we begged, they said I’ve already made enough mess in their dining area or whatever and they didn’t want any more trouble, so we couldn’t really do anything about it. They said it would open at 5AM so we decided to do it this morning. But Usopp said he won’t come unless I bring his headphones back, so—”

“Okay, stop, I get it.”

“Great! Now can I go inside or…?”

“Just- stay here. I’ll look for it. Fucking hell,” Zoro grumbles, moving inside the room to search for the object. “Where’s the last time you put it?”

“It’s near the sofa, I guess?” Luffy answers. He at least pays enough mind to keep his voice low to avoid disturbing the other person in the room, knowing wisely that doing so would only bring more problems.

Zoro begins to inspect the sofa located on the corner on the right side of the room, forcing himself to search in the dark since there’s no way he’s going to turn on the lights. Sticking his hand to the back of the sofa, he eventually feels something wedged between the sofa and the wall, and after a little bit of fumbling, he manages to take it out and confirm it’s the supposed pair of headphones Luffy’s been looking for.

“Is this it?” he presents the headphones to Luffy.

“Yee-up,” Luffy cheers as he grabs it. “Thanks, Zoro!”

Zoro gives an unbothered nod.

“You can join us too, if you wanna,” Luffy offers.

“I'll pass.” Zoro is about to close the door on Luffy’s face before stopping halfway. He peers at the younger man from the slight opening of the door. “...have fun.”

Luffy grins widely, giving him a pair of thumbs-up.

Zoro closes the door with a soft click before walking towards the bed and then throwing himself into the mattress. Tucking himself under the cover, he wiggles towards where his boyfriend is located and spoons the blond as soon as he touches him.

“Cold swimming, hm?” Sanji muses. “Let’s just hope they’re not stupid enough to catch a cold after this.”

“M’sure Chopper’s ready to handle that.”

“You don’t wanna join them?”

“Nah,” Zoro replies, “I’d rather stay here with you.”

Sanji let out an amused chuckle. He gently turns his body so as to face the other man, circling his arms around Zoro’s back. “Just say you wanna sleep longer, you big baby.”

“Shaddup,” he hugs Sanji a bit tighter in a mocking attempt to crush him, causing the other to laugh heartily. “Go back to sleep, curly.”

Sanji's laugh begins to slow down, ending it with a soft exhale. He tucks his head under Zoro’s chin and nuzzles comfortably into his boyfriend’s neck. He let Zoro’s gentle breathing soothe him into sleepiness. Soon, before he knows it, they both fall into a peaceful slumber.

Notes: I wrote this on a whim in... 2020. Holy shit. I thought maybe this deserves a chance to be put on the spotlight for staying in my drafts for so long. I was partly inspired by my own experience of staying at a hotel with my extended family in the event of my relative’s wedding. There’s just something about the experience of staying in one place with your family or close relatives, the feeling of liminality where you know that moment of togetherness is only temporary. It’s also a moment where you and your similar-aged relatives would get into all sorts of weird shit, at least in my experience.

#zosan #one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #luffy #op fic #deeco writes #coulndt really think of a title tbh #i'll just call it untitled zosan fic

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inactivewattpadauthor · 3 months ago

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Raiden x Reader: Grieve Together

(Fun fact: mk vs dc was my first mk game. Guess I am a lil young)

Context: After not preventing Kung Lao's death/accidentally killing Liu Kang, Reader has been avoiding Raiden. He teleports to their memorial wall at a convenient time.

Warning: plain angst... still running out of shit to write🤧 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The candles crackled as they functioned as the only light in the room beneath the portraits they're lit for. Two giant frames mounted on the wall to honor the ones who fought for this realm.

Also known as the two close friends you had and loved to the very end. Kung Lao and Liu Kang.

How unfortunate you are to lose both of them in such little time. And unexpected. While some call it coping, you knew who to blame all along. That fucking Thunder god.

The very first time you were in his presence, you felt so little and anxious. Always scared to mess up even on something little. No matter how times Liu and Lao, and Raiden himself reassured you. All that aura from a god is scary.

And now, you think you hate him. You think so little of him. And no one can ever say you didn't try to give him the benefit of the doubt.

When Kung Lao got his neck snapped, it didn't first occur in your mind to blame Raiden. With you and Liu Kang, he was ready to put down Shao Kahn for that.

And then soon, when you didn't go with them the same time Shao Kahn attempted to conquer Earthrealm, you find out by the developing actor, Cage, that they got into a fight... Raiden killed Liu Kang.

Seeing his body absolutely tore you just like when the shock settled after Kung Lao. Covered in all those third degree burns that not even Raiden could've healed up... That's when it all started.

Raiden tried to speak with you. You were forced to hear him out. It was an accident. He was only defending himself. You believed him. Yet, you were unbelievably angry.

There could've had to been another way to stop Liu. And with all the "future sights" Raiden gets, how does he not see when Shao Kahn kills Lao like that? Everything was off with Raiden. And at that, you told him you didn't want him near you ever again. Later, you left a notice at the academy that you were dropping out.

Now, you were back here again. Only to visit your friends. "I'm sorry I don't ever visit you guys. Know I still love and miss you so much." You dip your head before the two beloved portraits.

A flash inside the room startles you and you flinched slightly before peeking over your shoulder.

Raiden.

When you see him lift his head up and those glowing eyes spot you from beneath his hat, you instantly decide it's time to leave. Respect has been paid already.

Sighing in vexation, you got up, ready to make your exit, until-

"Hello, Y/n. I hope you find yourself well."

Eye twitching, you give him a sharp look. He still looks as guilty as a kitten that torn up curtains.

The man gestures a hand back to the floor where you were kneeling and praying at. "May I join you in tributing?"

You shook your head and pushed past the tall being. "Thought I told you to stay the hell away from me.

Raiden doesn't say anything right away but watches you go to the door before commenting. "You're not alone, Y/n."

Your hand rested on the knob. You had to think. "Yes, I am. Those two were the only ones I had." You looked at him with pained eyes. You would not elaborate with him any further on that. He wouldn't understand.

Turning from you, the god kneels on the ground before the tribute. "I suffer every second of how their fates came, if that makes you feel better. I wish you were around more. That way, we could suffer together and not alone."

He pauses and looks at the beloveds on the wall.

"You have every right to be disgusted with me. Angry with me. Or hate me, even. I understand. Because sometimes, I conflict with myself that way."

"I don't want to hate you." You admit. "But... You couldn't have done more? Are you sure you didn't see anything that could've prevented Kung Lao's death? Or restrain Liu?"

The lord looks at you quietly and shakes his head. "I promise, I had no visions that foretold Kung Lao's death. I would've stopped it without doubt. And for Liu Kang..."

You could've sworn you saw shame in his face as he turned back forward.

"I was scared."

That's something you don't think Raiden would ever say. But he's being truthful with you.

"I'm only a demigod. Part of me is still a man. And men can feel fear. I shouldn't have used my powers to stop him. I'm not asking for forgiveness, but please trust me when I say I did not mean to hurt him."

The doorknob turns back into its regular position as you let go of it. Inhaling and exhaling, you walk back to the tributes and sit next to Raiden.

"I believe you." You tell him. "I just... I'm just so angry. I was a sad person before they came in my life. I thought I won. Now, just like that, they're gone. I don't want to be alone again. Especially now that I'm grieving." You frowned and looked at the two.

"I don't hate you. I'm just extremely upset and ended up putting it all up on you. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry." Raiden tells you. "And you don't need to be alone."

"I don't have anyone else."

"You have me."

You laughed ever so softly. "Right. You have priorities."

"I do." Raiden does not sugarcoat. "Earthrealm will always be my priority. But I won't leave you alone if thats what you need."

He rests a hand on your shoulder for reassurance. "Only if you're agreeable with it."

You knew you needed any supporting company. "Okay."

You didn't think too much on it but you were against his side as a strong, caring arm was wrapped around you as you both looked upon the deceased pair.

"We will grieve together for them." Raiden calmly mutters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rushed ending, sorry🤷🏿‍♀️

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mk imagine #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #raiden #lord raiden #raiden x reader #goddesswritings

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felicitywilds · 1 year ago

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The Magiciatron

A couple of posts came across my dash recently in quick succession about Crowley and Aziraphale’s costuming, and boy howdy did they get me Thinking™. The details of those posts are not super relevant, but they did inspire this one and were quite insightful, so I’d recommend giving them a read anyway, as well as the several other posts I have linked throughout where ideas were taken. Please do give those a read/reblog as well!

And then take a look at this post I saw:

“You’re not trying to trick me, are you?”

Now kindly consider the fact that Crowley is beside Muriel’s left shoulder (like an angel) and the Metatron is on Aziraphale’s right (like a demon). And notice, like I did, that the lapels on his coat are some of the lowest we’ve seen. Which, for an angel-who-isn’t-Aziraphale, and you know, the literal fucking voice of God, is pretty fucking weird. But I digress.

Because what’s important here is that you’re reminded, like I was, how weird it is that the Metatron is wearing so much black.

Surely the most important angel we’ve ever met-- who up to this point, has only ever been depicted as a brilliantly glowing white head, and is (stage blocking-wise, literally) above inhabiting the typical corporations that other angels have, even while in heaven-- surely he would be sporting the cleanest, purest, whitest clothes imaginable, right?

But... he isn’t. He’s not wearing grey or beige like any of the other angels, or even white like Muriel’s constable uniform, he’s wearing black. That’s weird! Angels don’t wear black! Oh... well except when they’re magicians, of course:

(X, X)

But even in his magician costumes, Aziraphale retains many elements of his angelic nature: the upward-pointed lapels; the white cuffs poking out of his sleeves; the floppy bow ties; the single-button or open jacket revealing the soft gold and velvet vests. This is merely a flashy costume! Don’t worry folks, he’s still the same, good old angel underneath!

The Metatron, on the other hand, does not have any of these angelic indicators. Underneath his magician’s coat-- which is big and loose, falls closed in front of him in a way that obscures his suit, and has extremely downward-pointing lapels-- he wears a dark tie, and a very normal-looking, white, pinstripe shirt. No angelic tartan to be seen, either. It’s a very understated, business-minded look compared to Aziraphale’s flashy stage getups. Also worth noting imo is that in many scenes, the Metatron has his hands in his pockets, which obscures his form even more.

Now this might be indicative of something more, some larger scheme we haven’t deduced yet, but by itself it’s a brilliant move by the costuming department, adding yet another perfectly conniving layer to the Metatron’s manipulations:

Dress him in the magician’s coat and send him on stage, where his tricks are hidden in plain sight...

Engage the audience to participate in a dramatic reveal...

Reassure his volunteer that his props are completely normal by offering them up for inspection...

Have the assistant do all the flashy presentation for him...

So that while the audience is distracted, they fail to notice...

... that a swap has been made...

And then the curtain falls. Show over. Audience fooled. Job well done.

The End.

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #gomens #gomens meta #aziraphale #the metatron #by me #hes got such a smug look on his face as aziraphale steps into the elevator #he performed his trick flawlessly #be advised the stand-ins for audience and volunteer and assistant are mutable in this metaphor #the only constant is that the metatron is the magician #ok i think thats it SHOOTING THIS OUT INTO THE ETHER NOW #this line of thinking was MOSTLY inspired by the crowley post #and his turtleneck being his 'spy outfit'#which got me thinking about if his white server uniform at warlocks birthday counted as a spy outfit #bc it has lapels (pointed up) whereas no other servers do #which then got me thinking about how hes wearing white and aziraphale black #and then i saw that first post and remembered that metatron ALSO wears black #and then i thought about it for four days then posted this #this is not supporting evidence for coffee theory!!!!!!!#this is a doyalist analysis of costuming and what metatrons role is in that scene #ty for reading

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bambisnc · 8 months ago

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deja vu (anemoia remix!)

pairing : choi soobin x reader! genre : fluff n crack cw/tw : use of caps + uneditted wc : i'll update later im too tired to rn !!

a quiet, peaceful walk was all that you had wanted.

on having recently discovered what you could only describe as the most gorgeous garden you'd seen in your life; it was obvious you would choose its fairytale like setting as the location.

what you had not expected at all though, was to find yourself entangled with a certain someone, who coincidentally, would be a perfect fit for the mystical events which would soon ensue in your so-far rather ordinary life.

you had been busy reading a notice which announced that the anemone flower display would be closed permanently until further information was given; when a shrill voice called out, "soobin?! he was right here- WHERE'D HE GO??"

that's a pretty name, you off-handedly thought to yourself. maybe someone lost a friend, a sibling.

"hey," a voice said suddenly, "you wouldn't have happened to see a rabbit - no i mean, a bunny - around would you?"

obviously, you hadn't. which is what you informed the person who had approached you, as well.

but barely had you politely waved him goodbye did you see a fluffy, white rabbit bound towards you and with a flash of light turn into a boy right in front of your eyes?!

a really, really tall boy, that is.

the innocent disappointment of the expression adorning his adorable features makes your heart physically feel like shattering.

"oh no. oh no oh no oh no-," the boy is looking at his hands, as if he's shocked he even has hands.

right that makes sense; "soobin...? weren't you a rabbit just a second ago-?"

he doesn't question how you know his name.

"i need you to help me hide. the 'timer' won't allow me to turn back to my animal form for some time." he runs his tongue over his lips, probably only a nervous habit, but you can't help licking your own when you notice the boy do so, "please."

you really don't have the heart to say no. but still, you attempt to break it to him, "i'm sure you have your reasons but.. i do not think that would be possible at all."

"what if uh- i tried hiding in plain sight?? i.. i could pretend i'm here with you?? that would throw beomgyu off my trail for some time at least, don't you think??"

"SOOBIN WHERE THE HELL DID YOU RUN OFF TO?!?" beomgyu's near. and soobin for whatever reason refuses to get caught but can also not turn back into a rabbit.

you always knew you were a sucker for pretty boys, but you didn't know to what extent you'd go for one.

well now you do!

it's as if some innate instinct takes over. you place both your hands on soobin's face doing your best to shield it from view, and place a little kiss on his forehead.

and your timing couldn't have been more perfect! you wait, with hushed breaths, only to hear beomgyu walk past the two of you without a single suspicious glance thrown your way!

when you finally move to meet soobin's eyes and apologize for the hasty decision (but it did work!!) you're left shocked. his extremely flustered face completely avoids your gaze as his pretty lips open and shut as if he's trying to say something but the words just aren't coming out.

"i'm so sorry about that it was all i could think of at the mmph-" a hand on your waist pulls you ever so slightly closer and he kisses you.

it's soft, fleeting. barely a featherlight touch of his lips against yours. but it leaves you reeling.

soobin pulls away almost as quickly as he initiated the kiss, eyes wide as saucers. before he can even begin to think of a proper sentence...

...a flash of light. that darned flash of light.

he's a bunny rabbit again.

obviously he's gone immediately. you wouldn't even have had a chance to catch him if you tried.

and as you walk back home that day, the only thought in your mind is him. and, did a were-rabbit (???) really kiss you on the lips?!

also, why is there a dried anemone flower in your pocket..? hadn't the exhibit for those been closed?

notes : oh man oh god help me i think i started another series. thats what the 4th one so far? #lovethis + lowkey might leave this here tho and focus on roommate!sc plus the otome au + [m.list] song rec : im predicting that it'll be deja vu the anemoia remix and my god will i be sad if the vibes of this dont match the vibes of the song :/

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blank-slate-jay · 2 years ago

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Joel/m reader, where Ellie is jokingly “disgusted” by how gay they act, kissing, holding hands in front of her, just being sappy etc etc ❤️

'Enough You Two'

Joel Miller X Male!Reader

Tags: Fluff, lots of fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Thanks for the submission! I won't even lie, I was smiling the whole time writing this. Hope you enjoy!

You, Joel and Ellie decided to call it for the day. After driving for most of the day, switching between you and Joel as the driver, tiredness was starting to set in. In addition, dusk was just upon them, there was no need to go any further.

Joel pulled the car off the road, driving them through a plain field until they were in the thick of the woods.

"Should be a good spot," Joel exclaims, stopping them with a heavy sigh under his breath. Stepping out the vehicle, he stretches, the cracks in his joints ringing out from being cooped up for hours. He groans in retaliation.

Ellie exits as well, followed by you out the passenger side. She excitedly huffs, as she steps away from the vehicle. "God, about time we stopped." She looks around at the trees, spread far apart from each other only to see more emptiness ahead. To her, it looked like Joel picked a good spot.

You wipe at your eyes, yawning as you place your bag onto the grass. You knelt down and started unpacking your stuff, pulling out the essentials needed for your camp spot. Flicking the sleeping bag until it was flat on the ground you look over to Ellie who looked to be trailing off. “Hey…” you call out.

She turns around.

“No wandering off. Get your sleeping bag out, okay?”

She obliged. If Joel had ordered her to do so, she’d probably retort, but you were at least nice to her so she does so. The girl places her resting spot a couple of feet away from yours, she felt the spacing was enough; giving her some room to feel the comforting aura you provided

Joel, was placing all their other needs just off to the side of the truck. Their lantern and of course his coffee maker. He couldn’t live without it. Afterward, he comes over to you with his sleeping bag, stretching it out next to yours. You were still rummaging through your bag, that is until Joel’s hand graced the back of your neck.

“I’ll keep watch," he says, "Sleep.”

You turn to him, “You sure? I can watch for a bit.” The man had to be just as exhausted as you were, if not more.

He shook his head, “m’sure. Rest, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart, Ellie repeats in her head. Interesting. It came out of left field for her and was so unexpected that she furrowed her brows unconsciously.

Joel continues, now glancing over at Ellie, "And you too," his demeanor switching from softly to a demanding tone. She doesn't argue still caught off guard by the sight of intimacy, so she just nods, watching as the older man walks away from you.

Ellie brings herself back to you, staring, in an almost judgmental manner. She waited until you took notice of her eyes piercing through you.

Locking gazes with her, you quickly look over your shoulders and then back to her. You thought she might be looking at something off to your side, but nope, she was staring right at you; into your soul.

"Didn't know he was your type," she starts, patting her blanket to flatten it out.

You tilted your head, confused, "Excuse me?"

She doesn't respond, only leaving you with the same look on her face, the one that voiced all she wanted to say passively.

She tucked herself into her bag, snuggling up inside the fabric. Still with nothing left to say, she closes her eyes, feeling your glare still burning into hers. She got comfortable, leaving you with her comment was something she wanted to have you chew on.

Sometime later, Ellie awoke from her slumber, feeling light as she didn't sleep for very long. The woods around her were dark, enough to frighten her if she'd forgotten that she had two guardians nearby.

Her eyes came into focus, seeing the lantern Joel had set up far out of reach, enough space to where the light couldn't touch her. Including you, who looked to be preoccupied with Joel's coffee maker. It looked as so, the small trail of steam was the dead give away.

She watches as you stabilize the maker, the high chimes finally low enough to where it was barely audible. You stood up then and walked off until you were out of sight for her. Ellie was too lazy to turn and follow where you'd went. It was likely your turn to keep watch anyway, hence the need for coffee.

She expected to hear one pair of footsteps, Joel to be exact, coming over to rest finally for the night. He needed it, more than anyone in the trio. Driving most the day and then getting on watch out duty, the man needed a break.

Instead it was two pairs of footsteps, both you and Joel walking over to the lightly lit area. You were pulling the man over, untangling your hands with his until you both were sat comfortably near the light.

Ellie watched as you poured the man some coffee into his canteen before handing it to him. With both of your backs to Ellie and your voices close to a whisper, it was difficult for her to listen in on the conversation.

No matter, it was probably something awfully uninteresting, she thought. Closing her eyes, she wanted nothing to do with you two much that night. If you two were going to be an intimate with each other she didn't wanna see. After all with you being shoulder to shoulder with Joel, she was sure things were headed that way.

She shuts her eyes, trying to get in as much sleep as she could. This didn't happen, not for long, as she heard a unrecognizable chuckle.

Her eyes fluttered open, gaze back on the pair. Sure enough Joel's back was heaving up and down, with his thick voice breaking through his laugh. The guy could actually crack up. That was surprising to Ellie. She almost smiled hearing him, but had no time to, cause next thing she knew both you and Joel were kissing.

To say that was expected, was about on par. Ellie expected this, but she wouldn't want them getting away with it scot free.

She gagged, high enough to catch the pair's notice. They turn back toward her, both with different expressions.

Joel made his feelings apparent by his annoyed sigh, "Shouldn't you be sleeping"?

"I was," she retorts, "But you two ruined it, being all up on each other."

You could feel Joel's irritation rise as he continued looking at the girl, menacingly. Interrupting the moment only served to make him more frustrated. Not so much for you since you adapted well to her bratty persona. She was just fucking with you two.

You grip onto Joel's shoulder to pull his focus back on you. "Don't worry about her. I'm gonna go keep watch."

Joel hesitated, but ultimately felt he needed the rest. He hands the rifle over to you. Before you could stand the man grabs your arm, preventing you from getting up. "Wake me up if you need anything."

You nodded, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss.

Ellie intervened, "Eww, gross."

Joel scoffs while you get to your feet, "Shut up," he orders.

Ellie could've continued her tiresome quips, she in turn, giggles and pulls her covers over half her face. You turn on your heels and walk off, smiling, finding the girl's attitude to be quite funny. She could be quite the pain in the ass, but couldn't deny her sense of humor was contagious.

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Keep Your Enemies Close

⤿ Pairing(s): Detective!Namjoon; Mafia boss!Yoongi; Mafia!Taehyung x reader

⤿ Genre: Slight angst, slight fluff, mafia, detective, crime

⤿ Word Count: 3.3k (unedited)

⤿ Warning(s): Murder(s), profanities

⤿ Summary: This time, you realize that your annoying brother, Namjoon, might not be so annoying after all. Not especially after what you two have been through.

⤿ A/n: This is the first fic I’m writing after years of hiatus :D I’m trying something different with this fanfic where Y/n is not the center of the story. This fanfic is not so much about the romance between Taehyung and Y/n, but more about Namjoon and his attempt to fix his relationship with his sister, Y/n.

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"Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do." Y/n slammed the door behind her, leaving only the Mandarin smell of her perfume, Vanilla smell of her freshly washed hair, and a gust of wind from the closed door.

Namjoon plopped himself on the couch, not minding the creaks it let out. His mind had other things to think about.

First, Mr. Lee. Somehow the killer of his parents disappeared with million dollars worth of drugs. It'd been reported that he might have stolen it and smuggled it somewhere. All of Namjoon's progress on finding him vanished. He had to start over.

Second, Y/n, his dear sister, the only family member left. After the death of their parents a few years ago, she became more and more distant with him. She barely ate the food he cooked, rarely answered his calls, and went out until late at night. And today was no different.

He came home to a messy house. Today's breakfast leftovers were still on the table. Stale and soggy. He gagged during the entire process of cleaning them.

Trashcan overflowed. It was still fresh in his mind when he told Y/n to take out the trash as she left this morning. Guess she didn’t listen to him as usual. Reluctantly, he grabbed the full trash bag and dragged it out. He really needed to give Y/n a word on discipline.

Upon returning to his dim apartment, Namjoon could've sworn the atmosphere in his apartment had changed. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco was a dead giveaway. He never arrived home smelling of alcohol or tobacco.

Namjoon slowly closed the door behind him. “Come out,” he says to no one in particular. He didn’t know who or how many people were there. Until the intruder chuckled.

“You’re well trained. Like a dog.” Yoongi walked out from his hiding place while clapping. The scar across his right eye glistened under the dim light.

Third, Yoongi was on the wanted list. Several smugglings of weapons and drugs couldn’t really get far without notice in this city. And for a criminal on the run to show up in front of you was not a good sign. Yoongi in Namjoon’s living room was a bad sign. A bad omen.

“I don’t have time for this.”

Yoongi sat on Namjoon’s couch. “But you do. Because fucking Mr. Lee ran away with my stuff and I know you’re on the lookout for him.”

Namjoon couldn’t say he wasn’t interested. But he wasn’t about to let a mafia boss interfere with his own mission. “What does it have anything to do with me?”

“Because I know where he is. And I know your people are looking for me. Go put two and two together.”

“Let you off the hook and I can kill him? Deal.” And as easy as that, Namjoon reached an agreement with a fugitive.

They shook hands and just a moment before Yoongi disappeared just like he usually did, Yoongi said, “Oh, and your sister, she’s safe.”

***

Unlike any other mafia gang, Yoongi’s wasn’t in a shady part of the city. In fact, his headquarters was in the nicest business complex in the city. Namjoon scoffed at the sight of the skyscraper. It was very on brand of Yoongi to hide in plain sight.

“What are you waiting for? Come on in.” Yoongi in his black suit, standing right in front of the door.

“I want to see my sister first,” Namjoon said as he followed Yoongi into the lobby.

“Not so fast. I don’t want to see any sibling fights here.” Yoongi headed to the elevator with Namjoon still in tow. “You should know why and how she got here.”

The elevator dinged and opened. At first it looked normal, until Yoongi gestured to the panel inside it.

“Real diamonds,” he commented.

Namjoon scoffed again. Only Yoongi would want his elevator buttons to be made from diamonds.

“As I said, you need to know why she got here. Only then you won’t yell at her when you see her,” Yoongi continued his speech as they waited until the elevator stopped.

“I have my reasons.”

“I know. That’s why I’ll explain to you why you shouldn’t.”

"You seem so confident I won't be angry after listening to your speech. But you should be aware that Y/n is my sister. Whatever I do to her is for her own good."

The elevator stopped and opened. The two of them walked out.

"Bla bla bla, that's what adults say to kids. Or you to your sister. But she's no longer a child. She knows her things."

"She clearly doesn't know anything if she ever chooses to stay with you."

"That's where you're wrong. She clearly knows more than you if she ever decides to stay here." Yoongi gestured to the long corridor in front of them.

The corridor reminded Namjoon a lot of the corridor of a hotel. Long, narrow, carpeted, cold, and quiet. Doors upon doors lined up with numbers on them. This floor must be where Yoongi's people sleep.

"This floor is one of the 'living' floors if you wanna call it that. This is where we sleep. Well, not me personally, but you know what I mean," Yoongi explained. "This floor is where my high ranks sleep. And to enter, you must go through facial recognition."

Only then Namjoon realized that in front of him was a glass door. Clear and almost invisible from how clean it was. On the side of the door, there was a panel in which Yoongi scanned his face. A beep and a green light showed that the facial recognition worked and the door opened.

"Let's go." Yoongi walked in with Namjoon following suit. The carpeted floor padded the clicks from his chelseas.

"The higher ranks only get a fucking glass door as protection?" Namjoon questioned.

"If the glass door is broken, it'll send an alarm to go off and enforce a metal wall as a temporary replacement. That wall is even stronger than the entire building. You won't go through unless you can knock down the entire building." Yoongi smirked. "Like I said, your sister is safe."

Yoongi stopped in front of room number 1017 and pressed the bell. As if their visit had been anticipated, a man opened the door.

The man was probably in his late 20s, not much younger than Namjoon himself. But despite the slight difference in age, he looked way rougher than him. His eye lines were clearly visible, his jawline sharp and decorated with razor scars from shaving. A toothpick hanging from the side of his lips. Namjoon didn’t know who he was, but he prayed it wasn’t anyone important.

“Oh, it’s you, boss. Come on in,” the man invited both of them inside. “Y/n is in the bedroom. Go sit wherever, I’ll call Y/n.” Then he left to what Namjoon guessed as the bedroom.

“That’s Taehyung. My right hand. My best strategist,” Yoongi said while taking out a lighter and a box of cigs from his pocket. He put the items on the coffee table before sitting on the white couch.

Namjoon followed suit, sitting in front of Yoongi. The couch definitely felt much nicer than his. No creaks nor groans even when you forcefully land your butt there.

“Why is he in Y/n’s bedroom? And why does she own a room here? Is this the reason why she’s rarely home anymore?” Questions upon questions left Namjoon’s mouth.

“I’ll answer them one by one. This is not Y/n’s room. This is Taehyung’s. You see how the room is two-storey?” Yoongi pointed with a nod of his head at the stairs that lead upstairs, something Namjoon had only noticed. “Best room for my best people. Y/n just stays in Taehyung’s guest room. I let my people bring important guests over, they are even allowed to stay as long as they want. Isn’t that great?”

Namjoon about to open his mouth when Yoongi continued. “I know you want to ask why Y/n is an important guest for Taehyung. Well, I’ll let Taehyung himself explain it to you.”

As if on cue, the man Yoongi mentioned appeared with Y/n in tow. Her wet hair and widened eyes upon seeing Namjoon said a lot.

“Well, nice to meet you.” Taehyung’s calloused hand shook Namjoon’s. “I never expected to meet you like this. As you can probably guess, I’m dating Y/n. I’m probably the reason why Y/n likes to go out a lot. But I can assure you, she’s safe more than ever.”

Before Namjoon could say anything, Yoongi said, “Yes. For my most trusted people, I also take great care of the people the love. Y/n is safer here than anywhere.”

To be frank, none of those reassuring reassured Namjoon. He wanted answers from his sister. “No. Y/n, how did you know them? How did you get here? Is home not safe for you?” The last question was rhetorical since Namjoon himself was constantly afraid of Y/n’s safety.

“Bro, I’m an adult.” Y/n took a seat beside him. “I’m gonna be honest with you. I know about Mr. Lee. I know I’m not safe.”

“Then why are you always criticizing me when I’m on my mission to find him?”

“Because, if you do something to him and he catches on, he might do something to us. I’m not scared of your safety because you’re the head of the city’s police department. If you ever go MIA for a few hours, they’d be on the lookout for you. But, what about me? Who’s keeping me safe?”

For once, Namjoon no longer saw Y/n as the little girl who used to follow him everywhere, but as who she was. A grown woman in her mid 20s. A grown woman who spoke sense into him.

Y/n continued, “Taehyung is my boyfriend. I met him during one of his missions in the cafe beside my office. My card kept being declined, then he helped me. And after a few weeks of returning favors, we made it official. Weeks later, he told the truth about everything. Mr. Lee, the coffee shop, and me. I was in denial at first, but everything he said made sense.”

“But why you never listened to my explanation about Mr. Lee?”

“You’re always yelling at me when you’re talking about him. You never once listened to me.” Y/n raised her voice but Namjoon wasn’t phased. He was here for answers, not fights. Especially not with his sister.

“I assume what I said about him aligns with Taehyung’s explanation.”

“Yes. That’s why I deem being with Taehyung is safer.”

“And even if Mr. Lee is captured and killed. You still don’t want to come home? Do you still want to stay here?”

Y/n took a deep inhale. “Yes. But for a different reason.”

“What is that? You love him?”

“Not only that. I’m marrying him.” Y/n grinned at Taehyung who returned her smile with his own. “Whether you like it or not.”

“But our dad wouldn’t want that. Our dad was a good man. He wouldn’t want you to marry a gangster.”

Y/n laughed bitterly. “Our dad is a dead man. Mr. Lee killed him because he ran with his money. If I want revenge on him, it would be because he killed mom in the process.”

Namjoon held back a snort. So Taehyung already told Y/n about dad’s involvement. “So don’t marry Taehyung. For mom,” he finally said.

“I’m marrying him for mom. She wouldn’t want me to marry a backstabber and Taehyung is very loyal.”

Not wanting to think about losing his sister, Namjoon sighed. “Fine. We’ll talk about this later. At home.”

Yoongi clapped his hands once. "Good. Now let’s talk about business.”

***

If he were being honest, he would have expected Yoongi’s office to be on the highest level in the building. Instead, it was on the second floor.

“Would wanna be close to my hostages,” was Yoongi’s answer when he was asked. He sat down on his chair which looked more like a throne.

"You're sick," Namjoon commented, sitting in front of him. Unconsciously describing himself as the lavender smell in Yoongi's room slowly intoxicating him.

Yoongi bursted a laugh. "I'm the most normal mob boss. The others are all freaks and stupid."

Namjoon wanted to beg to differ but stopped himself. There were bigger things to talk about. "Are you not worried at all about showing me all these things?"

"We made a deal," Yoongi replied matter-of-factly.

"I know. But I also know your business."

"Even if the police come, they'll find nothing. I'm clean." Yoongi continued in a whisper, "I know how to hide."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. Of course Yoongi was right, that was part of the reason why his name had been sitting on the wanted list for years. It had been common knowledge that no one could find Yoongi. If one had met him, it was because Yoongi himself approached them first. Namjoon had initially thought it was just a fairytale, meant to scare children. But after seeing Yoongi manifesting in front of him, he started to question his beliefs.

"So, what now?" Namjoon finally asked.

"Let's just skip all the intro, shall we? I want you to cover my back." Yoongi placed a glass in front of Namjoon before pouring a drink into it. "Do you drink?"

"Not in daylight."

"Good. I don't feel like sharing." Yoongi picked up the glass and drank it whole.

"So you were saying?"

"Yeah." The glass clanked as it hit the table. "I have some ships coming, carrying my stuff, I want you to cover my back. If you say yes, I'll bring you to Mr. Lee. If not, you're going home. What do you say?"

"I'm in."

Yoongi was right when he said he wanted to be close to his hostages. He was indeed the closest person to them. The basement, where Yoongi kept all his hostages, was inaccessible from the elevator. There was only one way to get there and it was only through the hidden door in his office. The hidden door then led to yet another elevator.

Yoongi and Taehyung walked out the elevator first, leading the way through the tight, dark corridor to a room with many doors. The rows of doors kind of reminded Namjoon of the 10th floor, except this was less fancy, less lighting, and more cold.

They stopped in front of a random door, or at least what Namjoon thought was random. Taehyung inputted some code and the door unlocked.

"This is the moment you've been waiting for," Yoongi whispered to Namjoon before entering right after Taehyung did.

One thing Namjoon noticed immediately was the man tied to a chair in the middle of the room. He looked nothing like the Mr. Lee he knew. His unkempt beard and receding hairline made him seem older than he actually was. Eyes dropping, signs that he had been here for a while restless. Nevertheless, Mr. Lee had put on a grin on his face, greeting the three of them with yellowing teeth.

“Kim Namjoon, nice to see you,” Mr. Lee said loud and clear as if he was the owner of the place.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Yoongi says to Namjoon, not even once acknowledging Mr. Lee’s presence nor his words. “Do whatever you want. Taehyung and I will be outside.”

Just as Yoongi and Taehyung were about to step out of the room, Namjoon responded, “No need.”

He pulled his pistol, aimed at Mr. Lee’s grinning face, and pulled the trigger. In his mind, he was already thinking of an excuse for his missing bullet to his superior.

“Wow, that was quick.” Yoongi chuckled followed by Taehyung as they looked at the splatter of blood on the floor. “Call someone to clean up, yeah?”

***

A loud bang woke him up. He scrambled up from his bed before walking out of his room towards the source of the sound. A series of 'fuck fuck fuck' could be heard coming from the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon crossed his arms at the sight of his sister facing the stove. "And when did you come back?"

Y/n quickly turned her back and grinned. "I wanted to cook us something. Taehyung drove me here around 11 p.m. You were already asleep."

“Tell Taehyung I say thank you.” Namjoon thought he should probably start to warm up to the young man.

Y/n brimmed. “Will do. I might bring him here in the future so he can properly introduce himself.”

Namjoon snorted. What an extraordinary life he had. “Why are you cooking, though? You can’t cook.”

“I cook because I want to say sorry.” Y/n put the pan on the dining table. “I guess I was wrong about you. I was too harsh. Taehyung told me everything last night, including what you did to Mr. Lee.”

Namjoon felt like his heart might burst from contentment. “I apologize, too. I should’ve seen things from your perspective. I was too rash and reckless.”

“Aww. It’s okay. Everything is okay as long as we’re together.” Y/n ran to him and hugged him tight. Her face was buried on his chest.

Namjoon snaked his arms around her frail shoulders. His nose took on the scent of burnt food on her hair. It had been forever since he had Y/n in his arms. The last time was when Y/n crying from having to let go of their parents too soon. It was nice to finally hug her again on good terms.

***

"What got you all smiling like that?" Seokjin said before gulping down his morning coffee.

The room was too hot for Namjoon, typical Seokjin. But since it was Seokjin's room, he wasn't one to complain.

"The case with Mr. Lee. It's done. I'll write the report soon."

Seokjin's eyes widened. He had been here longer than Namjoon had, hence he was Namjoon's only superior in the department. But during all these years he had spent rotting in his hot sauna-like room, not even once he found the trace of Mr. Lee. "How did you find him?"

A bead of sweat started to form on Namjoon's back he could feel. He really had to leave this room as soon as possible. "He was found dead. I'll explain the rest in the report."

Seokjin leaned forward, afraid that his voice could be heard from outside his room. "Does this have something to do with the missing bullet?" he whispered.

Namjoon shrugged. "Maybe."

As if it was timed, a knock could be heard from outside the room.

"Come in," Seokjin yelled.

The door opened and revealed the new, young police recruit whom Namjoon recognize as Mr. Jeon.

"Someone by the name Ms. Min wants to see Mr. Kim," he said.

Namjoon stood up from his seat. Silently grateful that he had a guest right when he was about to sweat bullets in Seokjin's room. "Bring her to my office. I'll see her right now."

"On it." With that, the young man closed the door.

"Guess I'll talk to you later?" Seokjin asked.

"Yeah. How about lunch?"

"Sure."

Namjoon's office was right beside Seokjin's so it didn't take time to get there. When he opened the door to his office, he was met with a waft of lavender, which reminded him of Yoongi's office back at his headquarters. He suspected the smell was coming from Ms. Min's perfume.

Upon hearing Namjoon walking into the office, Ms. Min stood up from her seat and faced him. Namjoon almost couldn't stop himself from gasping when he saw who wanted to see him.

Ms. Min smiled and extended her hand towards him. "Hi, Mr. Kim. Nice to meet you. I'm Yoonji, Yoongi's sister. I'm here because I have a proposal for you."

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hanluex · 1 year ago

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Okay I have some headcanons for Titans!Jason, Comics!Jason (as they have some differences) and some of them that could be applied for both versions. I am gonna let some of the last group here and please tell me what do you think about them. I would love to hear your oppinion! Sorry if it's too long 😅

It's a fact that he loves eather jackets, and I love to imagine that he would let his/o wear team when it's cold. Or maybe when he lefts for patroling and you need some comfort item to remind yourself that he will back at home safe

I think he has at least a couple of tattoos (I think is a popular headcanon among the fsndom actually 🤔). And all of them have deep meanings for him that only a few people know about

He is a baby when his s/o plays with his hair. His head resting on your lap, sleepy eyes and all his tough facade is gone. Sorry, not sorry 😌

Last one for now, it's known that he is so freaking touch-starved

Titans!Jason will show it by being really physically close and teasing the person he has a crush with

With Comics!Jason is a little bit different. His s/o is the one who needs to star the physical affection since he doesn't know how to explain when he needs a hug, a forehead kiss or just his hand being hold and when he will be with this face 🥹 the whole time without uttering a word

Lots of love, take care 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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i went so overboard with this one, gosh 😭 but i do hope my opinions regarding these hcs are entertaining! thank you as always for your messages, sweetheart! stay safe and take care 🥺💗

it's a fact that he loves leather jackets, and i love to imagine that he would let his s/o wear team when it's cold. or maybe when he lefts for patrolling and you need some comfort item to remind yourself that he will back at home safe

ahh omgomg this is definitely canon! like, it can be the middle of july where everyone is sweating buckets, but jason will still have this leather jacket on him JUST IN CASE you are feeling cold and need it 🥹

him giving you his leather jacket was actually how he first realized that he might have feelings for you (when you two were in the “friends” stage, perhaps?) when you mentioned you were cold or he happened to notice the goosebumps on your skin, he didn’t hesitate to take his jacket off and put it on you

this action just led him to think “why in the world would i ever do that?” 🤔 which would after a lot of thought give him the answer “well shit maybe i like them, that’s why” 😏 and from then onwards, it’s a fight between you and flirty!jason fr 😂

i think he has at least a couple of tattoos (i think is a popular headcanon among the fandom actually 🤔). and all of them have deep meanings for him that only a few people know about

ooh i never knew that! me personally, i don’t think anyone in the batfam would have any tattoos bc bruce would be on their asses if they ever got something that would make it easier for their identities to be compromised

but then again, this is jason … when has the boy ever listened? 😭 (actually, i so believe he is a rule-keeper through and through, maybe even more so than dick — he just doesn’t show it bc he wants to be cool)

although, i definitely think jason has a tattoo of the joker card where the joker is holding a bloodied crowbar. all his scars were gone when he came back from the pit, so he’d get this tattoo in remembrance of what happened to him and who did it and how 🥹 it’s not in a visible spot, but anyone who’d ever come across it would definitely be people close to him and would know it’s meaning upon a closer glance at the details of the tattoo

one that would be hidden in plain sight is a tiny tattoo of a sun on the side of his left ring finger. although it is a myth, jason likes to believe in the historical belief of vena amoris (vein of love) where there was said to be a vein in the left ring finger that is connected straight to the heart

the reason he has a tattoo of a sun on that finger would be bc of you. jason lived his entire life in darkness, he believes. all his thoughts clouded with darkness, not a speck of light even in his mind. but when he met you, everything changed. you were his light at the end of the tunnel, the one he’d run home to, the sun to his moon

he has the sun tattooed on his finger to remind him that you are the reason his heart is beating and the reason he is able to love 🥺💗

bonus: he'd always have a band-aid on that finger to cover his tattoo and bc of his "work" no one ever suspects the fact he always has a band-aid on that specific finger. one day when he was just relaxing with you, you'd note that the band-aid was coming off and would replace it for him, but upon taking it off, you'd see the tattoo and that'd be the day he tells you about it.

extra bonus: you end up getting a tattoo of a moon on the same finger, to signify that he is the moon to your sun 🥰

he is a baby when his s/o plays with his hair. his head resting on your lap, sleepy eyes and all his tough facade is gone. sorry, not sorry 😌

jason is absolute putty in your hands when you play with his hair. like you mentioned later on, bro is absolutely touch-starved, so simple touches like this make him just melt into your embrace

i like to believe it started off when you two were having a book date, where the two of you just chilled at home, reading books in comfortable silence. jason ended up changing his posture, asking if he could rest his head on your lap, to which you complied.

the gesture happened naturally. you held your book with one day and didn’t know what to do with the other, so you just unconsciously played with his hair, the gesture taking him by surprise

from that day onwards, whenever he feels down or whenever you two are cuddling, he just silently grabs your hand, placing it over his head, wordlessly asking you to play with his hair

while on certain days you tease him for behaving like a cat bc of his eagerness for you to play with his hair, on other days you realise he is just a six-foot bulky kid who needs loads of love and affection 🥹🥹

(he is 100% a black cat, don’t fight me 😤 — you are literally the golden retriever energy to his black cat energy)

last one for now, it's known that he is so freaking touch-starved

yes yes yes !! he is so bloody touch-starved, it’s not even funny 🥹😭

titans!jason will show it by being really physically close and teasing the person he has a crush with

titans!jason is touch-starved, knows it and will take the necessary steps to ensure he receives the affection he needs. like i said earlier, you are the golden retriever to his black cat, so you are very touchy with people

when you were friends (or crushing), jason had said something funny and you hit him on his shoulder as you laughed, before apologizing and patting him in the area you hit — that was it for him. you had him wrapped around your finger with that simple gesture; he was yours

jason would have to have his hands on you at all times when you are together. he just craves affection and proximity. like he needs that assurance that you are there with him and most of the time would want to touch you skin-to-skin (in a non-sexual way), probably his hands under your shirt, whatever he can touch, he will

titans!jason’s love language is definitely teasing! he'd love annoying you by poking you on your sides, just thriving off the reactions he’s getting from you; it’s his serotonin or dopamine — it just makes him so happy!

with comics!jason is a little bit different. his s/o is the one who needs to start the physical affection since he doesn't know how to explain when he needs a hug, a forehead kiss or just his hand being held and when he will be with this face 🥹 the whole time without uttering a word

comics!jason is a gentle giant teddy bear man when you get to know him, but until then, he has so many guards and walls up, it’ll put the pentagon to shame

he’s not used to affectionate touches bc every touch that has come his way usually meant physical harm to him. the first time he’d realise every touch isn’t always violent is when he accidentally hits and pushes you away when you touched him in an attempt to comfort him when he was mad

he’d feel very guilty later on, but you’d just laugh it off, joking around to get rid of the tense atmosphere. you knew he needed time, and time was what you’d give to him. from that day on, you’ll always announce your arrival and let him know you were going to touch him, or ask for affection which surprisingly enough he’d comply to

oh, you said you want a hug? this teddy bear will awkwardly wrap his arms around you as comfort, and you’d end up fixing his arms and posture to let him know how to hug you. he appreciates how patient you are with him and how willing you are to help him with his affectionate needs

once you two are in an established relationship, i think there’d be some codeword or look or just something that’d convey that jason needs to be held bc he has a difficult time in explaining when he needs physical affection

it wouldn’t even be intentional. it'd just be smth like the nickname “sunshine” that jason would use after a rough day or smth, and your reaction is to smother him with affection and from that day on, the word “sunshine” would become jason’s codeword for “i need affection from you, thank you very much”

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