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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Karaoke Cacophony

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: This song is legitimately the reason why I ended up posting the poll that I did lmao- but if you check the lyric translations- it oddly fits the vibe for both Vox and Reader. Though it's only going to embarrass our resident TV man since our dear (Y/N) has absolutely no idea what the song actually means. Just that it sounds nice and it's something they heard over the radio back then when growing up. Vox has a built-in google translate thing so he can understand others better no matter what language, it just so happens that this hits him like a double-edged sword where he has no idea if he would've been better off not understanding the song and just appreciating the melody of your voice. BTW this interlude features an HC I have for Vox where he cooks sometimes because the systematic way it's done helps calm him down, it's inspired by something I read before but yeah- ALSO ALSO- some part kind of features reader being cracked out of their minds with pickup lines I pulled from one of @voxsremotec0ck's posts LMAO.

A/N: Also my cousin has had a HEAVY hand to play in this song choice, though her reasoning was mostly because of Angel's initial comment that watching Vox and Reader's interactions were like seeing a romcom plot unfold live. So why not go a little bit off tangent and relate them to a romantic fairytale? I also may have sorta kinda written a lot of this chapter while I myself was on a hyperactive streak because of some caffeine- Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this interlude and as always- Happy Reading!

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After a while and back and forth of those games, you and Vox eventually stopped joining in despite the others still continuing to play.

You and your partner in crime had become preoccupied with laughing at memes or poking fun at whatever stupid trend was currently a fad online.

You were currently leaning against the technology overlord while he had one arm around you, the other using to poke at your phone every now and again.

The two of you were practically cuddling at this point from how close you both were but neither noticed nor even seem to care.

"They have the tidepod challenge too? Geez, people are kind of-"

"Idiotic? Stupid? Batshit crazy?"

"Pretty much."

"This is hell dollface, I'm not sure why you expected any different."

You just casually shrugged in reply, soon laughing at a dumb video you found whilst scrolling.

Vox couldn't help but subtly stare at you, especially when you seemed to be so cheerful just messing around or doing whatever.

Seeing your smile always made his day just a little bit brighter.

"Hey Vox! Stop being absolutely whipped for a second and help me out over here!"

The overlord in question just sputtered in confusion at Lucifer's words.

He wasn't whipped!

He just- admired you a lot.

Even you had raised eyebrows at the odd word choice, whipped- wasn't exactly what you would use to describe your flatscreen companion.

Not when you kind of had an inkling to what it meant.

"What are you even doing??"

Vox called back, finally taking his eyes off you and your phone to just look over in the kitchen's general direction.

Lucifer did mention about making a snack earlier, but why would the king of hell need his help of all people??

What was he planning this time???

"Something! Just get over here!!"

You just gave your companion a shrug when he looked back to you, encouraging him to just go and get it over with.

Besides, you guys could always just continue doing this and messing around when he was finished with... whatever Lucifer needed him for.

Well, that was until your brain immediately stomped on the brakes when you looked at Vox again.

He'd undone his cuffs to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, revealing some... bare forearms.

Before he just nonchalantly stood up and walked off towards the kitchen when the king of hell called for him again.

He didn't seem to have noticed your shattered mental-

You had dropped your phone at that point, just blinking and spacing out like an idiot before Angel noticed.

"Woaaah, what happened to (Y/N)?"

"Huh, I didn't think we'd ever see them actually speechless."

"Oooh oooh! Does that mean (Y/N) likes bad boys?!"

You shook your head in an attempt to snap out of it but couldn't stop the blush from creeping up your neck.

Oh. My. God.

You were completely in the gutter now-

Similarly to Alastor, you noticed Vox was always wearing long-sleeves or an outfit that concealed any skin at all.

And while it left you wondering what he had to hide, that consequently would lead you to imagine how he'd look like without a shirt on.

Was he just a mess of wires or something?

Did he conceal so much because he was robotic to a degree?

You had no clue how Vox's biology even worked and you didn't know how to ask without sounding weird.

Not to mention how he's able to wear some kinds of shirts given his obnoxiously sized head-

It's just curiosity is all!

You could only slap Angel's hands away when he started cautiously poking you, and you were practically steaming out of your ears from embarrassment.

It wasn't the fact that your flatscreened friend seemed to show some skin that set you off-

It was the fact your brain somehow went autopilot and registered it as HOT.

You were sure Velvette had fashioned him the outfit so it didn't surprise you that Vox looked all dapper and smart.

Dare you even say the fucking TV looked handsome-

You just didn't think he could look any better.

Until he did that.

And consequently nuked the rest of your sanity with it.

"Yep, they're totally broken-"

"Angel shut up before I beat you to death with a pillow I swear to god-"

"Oh good, you're finally reacting toots."

You merely flipped him the bird and just hid your face in your other hand, why was everything in your body trying to go on overdrive?!

"What's got you all blushy anyway? It's like you've just watched a racy porno."

"What?! No! I just- you- I don't even fucking know-"

Angel was about to continue poking at you before Lucifer and Vox finally returned.

Both chatting amiably while holding what seems to be a plate or two of treats and snacks.

So that's where they both went-

And that was when the spider noticed your gaze practically zero in on your techno-centric friend.

Ha, friend-

Yeah nobody in the hotel with half a brain believed that for even a second-

Though there didn't seem to be any differences with Vox-

His outfit was still the same, just his sleeves were...

Oh.

OH.

"WOW TOOTS YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING PRUDE OH MY GOD-"

You just shrieked incoherently at Angel and started whacking him with a couch cushion while everyone else kind of just watched you both confused.

Not to mention that you were pretty much a tomato from how red you've become.

The arachnid couldn't stop himself from just devolving into a loud laughing fit.

You had completely lost it because of some forearms, he could only imagine what your reaction would be if a certain technology overlord decided to undo some shirt buttons.

You'd probably just die on the spot!

"Uh... what happened?"

"No idea, but it sure as hell is entertaining."

By the time you were able to relatively calm down, you were still red when Vox just sat down next to you again.

"Soooo, any reason for trying to murder Angel with a pillow?"

"None that concerns you."

"Oh come on, it's gotta be something crazy if you don't tell even me."

You just adamantly shake your head and refuse to say anything no matter what Vox tried.

It was kind of cute seeing you try so hard, despite the fact the overlord knew he could always just ask the others about it later.

He didn't think it was anything too big, after all you would embarrassed by a lot of random things.

So he didn't even bother guessing at this point.

"What did you and Lucifer make anyway?"

"Hm? Chocolate strawberries, do you want some?"

"Seriously? That's what he needed help with?"

"I'm just as confused as you are doll, anyway- open your mouth."

Vox just chuckles when you shyly follow his instructions, forcing himself to look away before grabbing one of the strawberries and placing it into your mouth.

He'd be lying if he said the way you looked didn't give him other ideas.

You seeming insanely kissable being just one of them.

While the overlord knew making the treat consumed more time than just going out and probably buying it-

Seeing your eyes sparkle when you bit down made him consider that it was a little more worth it to put in that extra homemade touch.

"Didn't pin you for a guy that could cook."

You remarked, taking the plate from him and just eagerly chowing down.

Vox just chuckled, watching you so happily munch away.

You were just really cute in your own little way, not that he would ever say so.

Especially when you seemed so pleased at just such a simple snack.

"I'm not surprised, I don't exactly... have that vibe? I can cook though, it's something I do on the off chance to calm down."

"And still you eat that McDonald's garbage-"

"It's not garbage! I'm just too busy to actually cook sometimes! Running a media empire isn't easy dollface."

"The next time you do cook, I wanna try your food."

"Hm? What makes you say that?"

"Dunno, just wanna try it."

The overlord simply raised an eyebrow at you, though he didn't seem to mind your words much.

And as you scarfed down on the strawberries, he noticed a smear of chocolate streaking across your cheek.

How it got there- Vox wasn't entirely sure.

Possibly from your enthusiastic eating but he didn't really care enough at the moment to find out.

"Wait, you've got some chocolate on your face."

You looked at your companion with wide eyes when he gingerly raised a hand to wipe at your face.

The way his gaze was both calm and focused at you made your heart skip a beat.

The plate of treats in front of you now mostly forgotten.

"There. Didn't think you'd be such a messy eater doll."

He didn't seem to notice your mind kind of stall, picking up a chocolate strawberry himself to eat it.

It was a little too sweet for his taste, which was odd considering his already innate knack for deserts.

You seemed to like it though, so he didn't say anything.

And that was when Vox also noticed your more than obvious staring.

You weren't even trying to hide it were you?

Admittedly, the overlord got a little embarrassed because of it.

"Take a picture darling, it'll last longer."

"Nah, I think I would much rather look at the real thing. A picture can only do so much."

You smirked when you saw his screen proceed to tinge pink, especially when you heard his fans kick to life.

He never could get the upper hand with you, which was hilariously cute in it's own way.

It didn't take long for you to eventually get used to Vox's charm over the while you've known him.

Even if at times it would strike you when you least expected it.

You simply went back to snacking contentedly.

After a short while, all the treats were gone and you were practically bouncing off the walls with energy.

So what did you do with that sugar rush?

Absolutely torment and flirt the life out of Vox.

Slamming pickup line after pickup line into his already preoccupied mind space.

Well it was preoccupied with you to begin with but let's not mention that-

"Hey Vox- Hey Vox- Hey Vox-"

"What is it dollface?"

"Do you have a bandaid?"

"No...? Why?"

"Because I think I scraped my knee falling for you!"

He buffered a little bit but just played off being flustered with a scoff.

The rest of the hotel crew were not so subtly watching all of this go down just waiting for your overlord friend to crack.

Angel and Husker already made bets on how fast he would go down glitching -

"That was horrible."

"Nah nah nah wait I got another one-"

The overlord didn't really mind it at first, aside from the fact he was a little surprised.

Until the point it got so stupidly suggestive and then he actually had trouble dealing with the provocative ideas he got from you.

"You know, I'm just gonna start calling you my big toe."

"Your... what??"

"My big toe, so I can bang you all over the place."

The overlord had to actually ignore the snickering and hushed laughter from your spectators, why were you doing this to him of all people?!

Though as horrible as the pickup lines were, Vox would be lying if he said they weren't hitting their mark.

He was just... a little better at hiding it.

And that wasn't even the end of your tomfoolery-

Actually far from it.

Vox made a mental note to watch out for your sugar rush episodes from this point onwards.

You weren't ever this bad from what he could remember either-

Well, you would just blitz through nearly everything during a hyperactive episode before the impending sugar crash.

But never tried to flirt the socks off him!

"Are you a fitted sheet?"

"A fitted sheet? What's that got to do with-"

"Cuz you're complicated as fuck but I still need you spread across my bed."

Vox stared at you wide-eyed for a whole ass second-

Before his screen predictably started showing errors and he glitched uncontrollably.

Angel just keeled over from laughter at that point when the overlord's face went absolutely haywire.

He didn't quite bluescreen, but his screen did buffer and spazz a whole lot for a minute or so.

To which you just celebrated and cheered.

"HELL YEAAAAH! I BROKE HIM IN FIVE FUCKING SECONDS!"

That just made your arachnid friend laugh even harder.

You were an unbridled chaotic ball of energy hyped up on sugar-

But Charlie- being Charlie-

Felt a little bad for Vox being the target of your madness- and stepped in and try to direct your hyperactivity elsewhere.

However, because she had done it on a whim- she actually had no ideas what to do with you.

So she just randomly suggested karaoke.

Which seemed to get your attention anyway.

When Vox finally came crashing back into reality, he was surprised to see both you and Lucifer just tormenting a very staticky and clearly very irritated Alastor.

"YOU'RE A LOOOOSER BAMBI- A LOOOOSER-"

What even was that song?

"Huh, you were out for a while."

"What- did I miss something?? What happened?"

"Your hyperactive lover just being a menace to Alastor, other than that nothing much."

"They're not my-"

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that."

Vox doesn't even have the opportunity to fully retort before you suddenly ran over to him with a grin.

Apparently you noticed he was fine again-

This time he was just the slightest bit worried.

You were literally shaking from the sugar rush- oh goodness-

"Oh good you're awake! I wanted to show you something!"

Vox didn't have the option to refuse when you just dragged him over to the couch and plopped him down next to everyone else.

"Okay okay! There's this song I used to listen to because I loved the melody and how nice it sounded but I actually have no idea what it means because it's not in English and-"

Safe to say the overlord spaced out during your rambling, only picking up the important bits of your spiel.

Which TL;DR, was just that you had a song you wanted to sing but didn't actually understand.

He only snapped out of his trance when he finally heard your voice slow down to the soft piano melody.

Well, the words you were saying definitely weren't in English-

So Vox secretly decided to translate what you were saying.

Having the internet being an extension of his conscious mind was a little bit of advantage here.

Then he figured out what the lyrics were.

And almost crashed again.

"I've forgotten how long it's been since I heard you telling me, your favorite story~"

He didn't really know whether his curiosity was a good or bad thing here.

Especially when it hit him that this was a love song.

The overlord was absolutely not prepared for this at all.

"I have been thinking for a long time, I started to panic."

Sure, the lyrics weren't exactly a fit to you-

But for him?

Especially when you had still been alive?

A 100% coincidental match.

Or he thinks it's mere coincidence.

"Have I done something wrong~?"

Oh god no do not look at him like that-

Nope nope nope nope-

It took every ounce of control for Vox to just not crash again right then and there.

"You said to me full of tears: 'Fairy tales are all lies.'"

You'd memorized the song, so it made sense that you didn't need to look at the lyrics to sing.

But could you seriously stop looking at him so fondly?

You didn't even know the words you were saying, this was so unfair.

"I couldn't possibly be your prince."

That just made him think back on all the past times he was trying to be... "friendly".

Well, almost borderline romantic even when he was willing to throw down nearly everything for your sake if you so much as asked.

Not that you noticed, Vox doubted you ever would even if it slapped you in the face.

"Perhaps you won't understand- ever since you said you loved me!"

Angel just smirked when he heard the signature whirring of computer fans.

Though he wasn't sure if it was because the overlord got flustered from your singing or because he understood.

Well, it wasn't his problem-

Because it was downright hilarious how insanely oblivious you were.

"The stars in my sky shine brightly!"

Where you were concerned, that was always the case.

Not at the start of course-

But it became adamantly clear when Vox found himself eager to see what kind of chaos you would stir up next.

"I'm willing to become the angel of the fairytale that you love-"

You extended your hand out to him, a silent invite to the tech overlord asking to dance.

He chuckled and smiled at you.

Of course he'd take up that offer.

"Spread up my hands that become wings to protect you~"

The two of you just swayed and danced around to the melody, becoming engrossed once more in your own little world.

You didn't even know what you were singing, but judging by the fond look Vox had directed at you-

It seemed he was enjoying it.

So you continued to indulge him.

"You have to believe, believe that we can be like in the fairy tale!"

You blushed a little bit when he'd twirled you around, after all-

You'd never really danced like this before.

It was like a... different kind of waltz.

Still, it made you feel so dainty.

His gaze just made you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Happy and joyful in the ending~"

The rest of your friends were amused seeing the two of you pretty much being the plot to a convoluted romcom.

Especially when they realized you and Vox kind of forgot they were actually there.

Charlie thought your relationship was endearingly cute-

Vaggie just reacted like her theory had been entirely confirmed.

Alastor felt like it was kinda disgusting-

And Lucifer nearly decked him for trying to ruin your moment.

Angel, Husker and Nifty were busy placing bets on who between the either of you would confess to the other first.

Though by the time the song ended, everyone couldn't help but groan or facepalm.

"Soooo- how'd I do?"

"It's okay, I'd say there's still room for lots of improvement."

"Oh fuck you Vox-"

"Like you'd ever actually go through with that."

"HA- don't try me you slutty-waisted lanky TV-"

"I've been called worse by better, get creative!"

You were both fucking idiots.

And at this point-

It was like your romantic dance hadn't even happened at all.

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bunnypeew · 2 months

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The king of hell sweetheart- Lucifer x Gn!reader

okay so today I'm pretty creative so I'm writing another short or perhaps long fic we'll see how things go but for now, enjoy the story~

warnings: creep being a creep lmao, a little bit of violence

It had been a while since Y/n and Lucifer became a thing, and it was no secret either, everyone at the hotel knew of the two lovebirds especially Charlie who was very happy her father finally found someone after the sad years he had spent alone.

So that was that they spent most of their days out on dates or doing god knows what, but today in particular Lucifer was busy with a meeting with the sins or something like that. so Y/n was spending their time doing errands for the hotel. In particular today they had to go outside to get some stuff that Charlie told them to so they did. They had to go far into the deeper parts of Pentagram City. Since they were quite new to hell, they were unfamiliar with those parts of the city. They were pretty scared of what would happen if they went alone because so far they always left the hotel accompanied by Lucifer, the king of hell himself, and they were pretty sure that at least some people in Pentagram City knew who they were and that scared them.

Nonetheless, they went anyway to get the errands done. It was quite a long way to walk since they didn't have a car, of course, they weren't one to complain or to refuse a nice walk, as nice as hell could get, so they did just that.

As they arrived at the place they had to go to and do their errands they were ready to leave until someone stopped them in a quite weird and violent way so to say

''hey doll, you looking to have some fun?~,,

this rather tall demon grabbed their wrist and spoke in a low and husky voice the sentence, he was definitely drunk or perhaps under the influence of something. Y/n tried to free their wrist from the grasp of the guy in front of them, without trying to look mad

''em no thank you I'd rather not, I'm actually pretty busy I have to get back to my house-,,

they said almost in a whisper since they were terrified of what this guy might have done to them, still, they were trying their best not to look scared

''oh come now sweet I don't bite now, do I? It will take just a little bit,,

the situation was getting heated as this guy was almost grinding on them at this point, with disgust in their face they tried again to get free from the creep's grasp. They suddenly remember that Lucifer had given them this gift in case of needed teleportation or simply to have a word, it was a thin bracelet around their wrist with a little duck charm hanging from it, a little thug on said charm and he would've been alerted that they needed something. Sadly the bracelet was under the grasp of the creep so they couldn't really do much but try to tag away from him with all the force they had, and that they did, making them fall backwards and hit their butt on the concrete floor but giving them enough time to pull the charm. As soon as that happened a magical golden portal appeared in front of them letting out a rather concerned Lucifer.

''My darling what is the matter? why are you on the floor?,,

he said soon after turning around to face them, trying to give them a hand he noticed the look of pure fear on their face and looked very confused at first until the creep, now behind Lucifer, spoke

''Oh so you are the devil sweetheart, quite convenient ain't it?,,

he says with a smirk on his face and a knife in his hand, looking very threatening towards Lucifer. Said Fallen Angel wasn't scared one bit

''you know who I am and you still threaten me, that's really interesting,,

Lucifer then simply snaps his fingers and the creep turns to stone right away, just like that. He gets close to the now stone creep and pushes him slightly for him to fall to the ground and shatter completely. Y/n had a hand over their mouth and looked in shock at everything that happened only to then see Lucifer bend down in front of them with a sweet look in his eyes and a hand on their cheek

''everything is okay my sweetheart, let's get you back to the Hotel okay?,,

they slightly nod, taking his hand to get back on their feet, Lucifer then plants a kiss on their forehead, pressing his forehead to theirs soon after, seeing that they were still a bit shocked

''you are safe now,,

he says now placing a kiss on their lips and picking them up to then teleport the both of them to the hotel, they were now safe and sound

a/n: soooooo this was actually quite a long one huh? I love Lucifer as much as I love Alastor so it was really nice to get to write him as well :3c

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mlplovelight · 1 year

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Ch. 11 - Honest Business

Look alive, APPLEJACK.

“Oh, who’s your friend, Daisy Dreams?” the pink pony who just bounced out of Daisy Dreams’ warehouse looks at you with a sparkle in her eyes, but you can barely focus on anything aside from said pony’s WINGS.

“You’re a—you’re—” you stammer weakly, unable to get the words out through your shock.

She’s a PEGASUS! They’re real after all! That is… A LOT to take in!

“Pinkie Pie! Get BACK inside!” Daisy Dreams growls and shoves the pink pony back into the warehouse, slamming the door on her, then looking around anxiously to make sure she didn’t disturb anypony; it’s pretty late at night for slammin’ doors after all.

“Pe-pe-pega-pe-p-p-pe—” you continue stammering like a goof, at a complete loss for what else to do.

“Applejack, I can explain,” Daisy Dreams says.

“You really were smugglin’ a pony!” you exclaim, and Daisy Dreams’ ears go flat against her head.

“I mean, yeah,” she says awkwardly, “but it’s not like I kidnapped her! She’s the one who hired me. I can explain everything, but I don’t want to do it out here. Please, come inside.”

You bite your lip and avert your gaze; you don’t really know what to do here. If you go inside and she like jumps you or something… well honestly, you could probably take her. But still, you don’t know how much you really wanna get involved with—

“Applejack, please,” Daisy Dreams pleads to you. “You know me, I’m an honest pony trying to run an honest business. I promise I can explain everything, I just need you to come inside and listen to me.”

You got a couple options, Applejack.

Number one, you can trust Daisy Dreams and hear out her explanation, and potentially get drawn into a massive outside world where pegasi and potentially unicorns or even alicorns are real, completely shattering everything you thought you knew about modern Equestria.

Number two, you can tell Cherry Spices that she was right and let this be her problem, though you don’t really like that option cuz you don’t know what Daisy Dreams is up to and as much as you like Cherry Spices, you don’t really trust her to take things lightly with a business rival like Daisy Dreams OR a pegasus.

Number three, you can just walk away now and pretend this never happened and that you didn’t see nothin’.

All of these options suck but number one sucks the least, so you let out a frustrated sigh and brace yourself for the world shattering.

“Alright, Daisy Dreams,” you say begrudgingly, “you got me.”

Daisy Dreams puts a hoof over her chest and sighs in relief, before opening up the warehouse and letting you inside. It’s actually really nice in here, with a couple of soft lookin’ beds in the corner and kept super tidy.

“Oh hey, you’re back!” the pegasus says, waving enthusiastically at Daisy Dreams.

“Pinkie Pie, what did I TELL you about blowing your cover?!” Daisy Dreams scolds the pegasus, who shrinks into herself sheepishly for like exactly one second before popping back up with renewed enthusiasm.

“Lmao sorry, I just can’t help it!” she jumps and dons a bright smile, fidgeting her wings. You’re still not used to them and you can’t stop yourself from starin’ like an idiot. “I see a new friend and I just gotta introduce myself!”

“You’re lucky,” Daisy Dreams groans. “If it’d been anypony but Applejack, I don’t know what we would do, but Applejack’s a friend and I trust her.”

“Th-thanks, Daisy,” you say reflexively, your eyes still glued to the pegasus’ wings.

“What’re you starin’ at?” Pinkie Pie giggles. “You never seen a pegasus before?”

“I really haven’t,” you admit.

“I TOLD you, Pinkie Pie!” Daisy Dreams slaps a hoof against her forehead. “No one here has ever seen a pegasus! The earth ponies have never seen pegasi or unicorn, even I thought they were just myths until… well, y’know.”

“What, you meant that LITERALLY?” Pinkie Pie asks, her mouth agape. “I thought you were just like… doing a bit or something.”

“Yes, Pinkie, I meant it literally,” Daisy Dreams gives a long suffering sigh. “Why did you think we had to sneak you into Ponyville? If anypony sees you, it’ll be complete chaos!”

“I thought it was just to avoid Cupcake’s goons,” Pinkie Pie shrugs, and you are starting to realize that you have fallen into the deep end of a very large pool. You need to start gettin’ your facts straight.

“Somepony wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” you ask helplessly, turning to Daisy Dreams, but you can’t entirely let yourself look away from the pegasus. The shock is starting to wear off but in its place is the realization that she is GORGEOUS. “Daisy Dreams, you said you were gonna explain yourself?”

“Yeah,” Daisy Dreams sighs. “Geez, where do I even begin?”

“I can do the explaining!” Pinkie Pie chimes in and raises her hoof.

“NO,” Daisy Dreams immediately shuts Pinkie down. “You keep your mouth shut, or else we’ll be here all night. Why don’t you go grab a juice box from the fridge?”

“You got it, boss!” Pinkie gives a salute and bounces off into another room, and you can practically feel the weight falling off of Daisy Dreams’ shoulders.

“She a bit of a handful?” you ask with a playful chuckle.

“Yeah,” Daisy answers seriously. “But it is what it is. Anyway, I owe you that explanation.”

“Hit me,” you say, sitting on your haunches and listening intently.

“Basically,” Daisy says, “I’m bringing Pinkie Pie away from her homeland and into the open arms of a mutual friend of ours, someone who should be waiting for us in the ruins behind Ponyville.”

“How’d you get wrapped up in this?” you ask.

“Like I said, a mutual friend hired me,” Daisy says. “But that’s all I’m gonna say on the matter. I told you I’d explain what’s going on with Pinkie Pie, but what’s going on with ME is my own business.”

“Fair enough,” you shrug. “And you had to smuggle her through town, cuz if any of the earth ponies saw her—“

“Like I told her,” Daisy says coldly, “it’d be chaos.”

“Personally, I really like chaos,” Pinkie Pie bounces back into the room, talking with her mouth full of apple. “But I can be a good girl, I’ll stay quiet.”

Daisy Dreams rolls her eyes at that remark.

“Hey, Pinkie Pie,” you say, bashfully rubbing your neck. “Sorry I freaked out earlier, I just have really never seen a pegasus my whole life. I thought they were just mythical or whatever.”

“No worries!” Pinkie Pie beams. “I’m surprised though, can’t you just look up pegasi on the internet? Go to hot pegasi in your area dot com or somethin’?”

“We don’t HAVE the internet, Pinkie,” Daisy Dreams groans. “I told you this already.”

“WHAT?!” Pinkie exclaims in shock, jumping in the air and staying afloat with her wings, and you put your hooves over your mouth to stop yourself from cursing in surprise. Her wings actually work! They ain’t just for show!

“We don’t have the internet,” Daisy repeats, sounding more and more exhausted with each word, “we don’t have phones either.”

“Oh, so y’all just use laptops still?” Pinkie hums. “I would’ve thought you were still on flip phones at least, I was kinda hoping for it tbh, flip phones are cute.”

“We don’t have computers either,” Daisy says. “We don’t have that kind of technology AT ALL.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE COMPUTERS AT ALL?!” Pinkie shouts, once again hopping into the air and flapping her wings. It’s just as impressive to you the second time. “You were SERIOUS about all that stuff?! Wow, I thought you were just on some like charming rustic cavepony thing, Daisy Dreams. But this place is like the legit boonies, huh?”

“Yep,” Daisy shrugs, and then affects a charming smirk. “But we also don’t have a fascist megacorporation dictating our every move, which seems like a good tradeoff if you ask me.”

“Heh, you got me there!” Pinkie says with a bright smile.

“Somepony wanna fill me in here?” you say awkwardly, tilting your head in complete and utter confusion. “What’s a computer?”

“Applejack, I love you, but I’m sorry,” Daisy Dreams sighs and shakes her head, “I am NOT explaining what a computer is to you. I barely understand the bloody things myself, and trust me, you’re better off not knowing.”

“Relax, I got this,” Pinkie holds her head up proudly. She holds her hoof into the air, and an array of green sigils appear around her hoof and suddenly she’s holding a little pink rectangle; the face of it lights up bright white and she enthusiastically thrusts it into your face. “Check THIS out!”

“What am I lookin’ at?” you blink twice, not even sure where to start. You get that she’s got some kinda magic doohickey, but you’re not sure what the big deal is.

“It’s like a library in the palm of my hoof!” Pinkie says proudly, and NOW you’re interested! You bet Twilight would love that. “Except,” Pinkie taps at the rectangle and puffs up her cheeks, “I can’t connect to the internet right now, so actually this thing is a worthless brick that does nothing.”

“Uh…” you are no longer impressed.

“We’ll put a pin in the computer thing for right now!” Pinkie laughs, making the rectangle disappear.

“Anyway,” you chuckle; now that you’re starting to get a read on Pinkie’s vibe, she’s pretty cool. “Sounds like everything you’re doin’ here is on the up and up, Daisy Dreams. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“It’s no problem,” Daisy says with a smile. “I appreciate you giving me a chance, Applejack. I know this is a lot.”

“Anytime,” you say with a nod. “Anyhoo, I’ll be takin’ off for the night. See ya around, Daisy. And uhhh, I guess… I dunno if I’ll be seein’ you around, will I, Pinkie?”

“Awww, you’re leaving already?” Pinkie falls on the floor and she looks like some kinda weird mix of a deflated balloon and a melting pudding cup. “But we just met!”

“It’s just as well,” Daisy Dreams says, “we were just about to head to the ruins and meet with our friend anyway. Figured it would be good to move under night’s cover, but Pinkie Pie here has been difficult about getting back into the suitcase.”

“I don’t WAAAAANNAAAAAA go back in the suitcase!” Pinkie whines, flopping around on the ground and banging her hooves on the floor. “It’s cramped in there!”

“I know, Pinkie,” Daisy Dreams sighs, and she walks over to Pinkie Pie and puts a comforting hoof on her head. “But we’re SO close to getting you home free, and we can’t take a chance of anypony seeing you.”

“I know,” Pinkie Pie pouts.

“Hey, I got an idea,” you chime in, and the two women look at you expectantly. “All we gotta do is hide Pinkie Pie’s wings, right? As long as nopony knows she’s a pegasus, she can walk around town like normal. Let’s just get her a cloak.”

“HEY, YEAH!” Pinkie cheers, jumping into the air and in one swift motion she creates a black shroud from nothing, those same green sigils you saw before hovering in the air around her as she puts it on, the cloak big enough to hide the silhouette of her wings. “Lookit that! No wings!”

“How did you—” you blink, and then shake your head. “Never mind, it’s not important. I can’t give you the tour tonight, Pinkie, cuz it’s dark and everypony’s asleep, but tomorrow morning I could—”

“NO,” Daisy Dreams says sternly, surprising both you and Pinkie Pie. “Pinkie, we’re getting you home TONIGHT, that’s what we agreed on, remember?”

“I know, but…” Pinkie shrinks down, her ears going flat and her lips curling into a pout. “I don’t wanna go back in the suitcaaaaaaase!”

“It’s ONE NIGHT, Pinkie,” Daisy Dreams sighs.

“Exactly, Daisy, it’s just one night,” you say, walking up between Daisy and Pinkie and putting a comforting hoof on both. “Can you just let her have this?”

“Pleeeeeease?” Pinkie pleads, pressing her hooves together and giving Daisy Dreams a really impressive set of puppy dog eyes.

“I…” Daisy Dreams bites her lip.

“Tell ya what,” you say enthusiastically, excited about a really good idea you just had, “I’ll even take her off yer hooves tonight. She can sleep at the shop, with me.”

“Yeah!” Pinkie cheers. “We can tell spooky ghost stories and roast marshmallows and I can bake you a lava cake!”

Daisy Dreams does not look as enthusiastic about this plan, her face scrunching up in concern.

“If anything happens to her, I’m—” Daisy murmurs.

“I won’t let anything happen to her, you can count on me,” you say softly, putting your hooves on Daisy Dreams’ shoulders. “I’ll take her home tonight, give her the tour first thing in the morning, and have her back with you in no time. I’ll even keep Cherry Spices off yer tail, to boot!

“You don’t need to do everything all by yourself, Daisy,” you say with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Believe me, I know how it is.”

“Promise me everything will be okay,” Daisy Dreams whispers.

“I promise,” you say confidently. “Let me take care of everything. I’ve got you.”

“And this is what you want, Pinkie?” Daisy Dreams asks.

“Mhm!” Pinkie nods excitedly.

Daisy Dreams sighs and hangs her head.

“First thing in the morning!” she says sternly, pressing a hoof against your chest. “You bring her back to me, okay? I’m counting on you.”

“Swear on my ma and pa!” you say, nodding affirmatively. “You can count on me!”

“I know I can count on you, Applejack,” Daisy sighs, but this time she has a slight smile on her face. “Okay, fine. You can take her for tonight.”

“YESSSSSS!” Pinkie pumps her hooves. “Goodbye, stinky suitcase!”

“But you’d better not let anypony else know that you’re a pegasus!” Daisy Dreams taps Pinkie on the chest.

“Relax, this is a heavy cloak,” Pinkie says, “I couldn’t get my wings out even if I wanted to.”

“Okay, okay fine,” Daisy sighs and starts gently pushing you and Pinkie toward the door. “Thank you, Applejack. I appreciate you.”

“I won’t let you down, hon,” you say, bowing your head to Daisy Dreams before hopping out the door, Pinkie Pie hopping out just behind you. You turn to her and the two of you smile at each other. “C’mon, Pinkie Pie, maybe you can tell me what this internet thing is about.”

“Oh, Applejack,” Pinkie Pie grins ear to ear, “you are in for a TREAT.”

#lovelight #mlp #fim #g4 #fanfic #story posting #applejack #pinkie pie #daisy dreams

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tttoluca · 2 years

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Writing questions

5, 10, 18

HI HI THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!!

5. writing superstitions: i personally don't have any? in fact i wasn't all that familiar with specific writing superstitions and had to google them lol. though to be fair i'm not that avid of a writer.

10. has a piece of writing/your own writing ever haunted you?: i'm also not all that avid of a reader either lmao, but when i do it's usually on the more sort of adverse psychological side. the last book i read might have been "baby teeth" by zoje stage which... bits of that book were pretty disturbing, as it's about a mother trying to understand her violent, manipulative 7-year-old daughter (i 1000000% recommend, the married couple in this book is precious and adorable and i love them).

oh but i also love middle grade books on occasion! and one that i adore is the "shadow weaver" duology by marcykate connolly, and here's a passage that gave me chills:

I stiffen, hoping the shadows and Dar combined will be enough to keep me concealed. It almost seemed like she could see through them earlier, but no one ever has before. She meanders aimlessly around the room, even after the younger man—Alden—tries to greet her. “Simone,” Tate says sharply. Her head snaps up, and her blank stare rests on him. “What did you find out?” A slow grin creeps over her face. “They’re here,” she says. My body freezes. She can’t mean me. She hasn’t even looked in my direction since she entered the room. Don’t worry; she’s crazy, Dar says. I relax slightly, but my stomach is still a mess of knots. The man frowns. “Where?” Simone sticks out her hand and points directly at me. Tate and his friend follow with their eyes. I can’t move. I can’t even blink. My insides clench. The little girl fixes her unsettling gaze on my corner, looking me straight in the eye like my shadows make no difference. “I know you,” she says.

in terms of my own writing - i also like to go dark, so i guess the most "haunting" thing i've written is. uhhh. you're the real gift, kid. some parts in that make me feel gross and grimy despite me being the one who wrote it. specifically like. the paragraphs that compare mirabel's spirit to sand.

i guess i'm not here, this isn't happening could be considered haunting but as opposed to just getting sad and angsty in a doc, it feels more gritty to get into the headspace of this evil, sick, disgusting person and try to make it super poetic.

18. a passage from your writing: i'm half-tempted to share a passage from something not encanto-related........ yeah fuck it. my favorite bit from a vent-y nitw one-shot about dissociation.

Fear and anger shot not only through her veins and her chest. They seeped down into her arms and her legs - they carried her over to snide Andy Cullen, they raised the bat, and they swung it hard, sending Andy down to the grass with a shout. Whack! He screeched, "What the fuck?!" while attempting to crawl backward away from her. Her legs followed him, her arms raising the bat a second time. Whack! He lie on his side and curled into a ball, arms covering his head, while onlookers gasped and screamed. Whack! She could promise a million times over that she wasn't in control of her own body. Now that she'd started, she couldn't stop. Whack! This had nothing to do with him, or with that stupid strike-out. She didn't know a thing about Andy Cullen and she cared very little about softball. Whack! She wasn't trying to shatter his skull. Whack! She was trying to shatter the screens. Whack!

because i got all ramble-y with the whole. softball thing. and then i accidentally stumbled upon the shattering his skull vs shattering "the screens" (a comparison i use throughout to describe derealization, like you're stuck in a box made of screens and are just watching the world. living between these screens) metaphor. and i just liked it a lot. so throughout my edits, i was very sure to keep that little idea.

as for encanto - julieta's rant from the scissors one-shot is probably one of my favorite things i have ever written that compiled a bunch of little ideas, like julieta unknowlingly trying to hand mirabel off to her abuser. and i just love letting her get stressed and vent-y.

“All I asked was for them to make sure they put the scissors back before they left the table. That’s all I asked. They… they know better. They know what she’ll do. They know she’s not… not… she’s not well right now. And they… And I know it’s not their responsibility to… to handle that but- all I asked was for them to put the scissors away. Is that… really so much to- [...] Why is she doing this to me? I can’t keep- I- I can’t keep doing this with her. What did I do? What am I doing wrong? Why is she doing this to herself? That’s- that’s all I need to know, is why. I would do anything to make it stop. I would do everything in my power and more to stop her from- from feeling whatever she’s feeling that makes her do the things she does. But I can’t- how am I supposed to help her if she won’t even tell me why she’s doing all of this? Is it me? Am I doing this to her?"

i had little bits and pieces of that rant in my head since like. the beginning of ttm. and so it was nice to finally compile it together into a coherent work.

fin.

again, thank you so much for your ask, and thank you so much for reading if you got this far!!!

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icouldbeyourprettygirl · 2 months

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February TC Challenge by @tc-blossom

Original post here

I just really want to talk about him right now so I thought I'd do one of these!

Do you have more platonic or romantic feelings for them?

Romantic. I've never crushed this hard on someone before. I wake up thinking about him, and I go to sleep thinking about him too. Although, part of me is afraid that I'm projecting my daddy issues onto him? Like I've seen him with his kids, and he's the kind of father I've always wanted. Not that my dad was horrible or anything, I've just always secretly craved a father figure.

2. Have they ever physically touched you?

Yes. Obviously we've had the occasional brushing of hands, but one time it was more than that. I was holding something he was tending to and I happened to be sitting down holding it before he showed up. When he showed up to tend to it, he sat down right next to me and our thighs and feet ended up being pressed together. He didn't move them. I'm sure he could definitely tell that I was squirming, but I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. I have no idea if he did it on purpose or not.

3. Would you ever plan to pursue them when you graduate?

No. He's married. If he wasn't, that might be a different story.

4. Do you know their birthday/zodiac sign?

Yes! I won't share his birthday for privacy reasons but he's a Taurus. I'm not sure he knows that, though. lol.

5. Do you know their favorite color?

I feel like he told me once but I honestly can't remember.

6. What do they teach?

Business

7. Do you think you're their favorite student?

Maybe. I'm really not sure.

8. Are they tall, short, or average height?

I had to Google the average height for men where I live, and according to that, he's tall-ish. You wouldn't look at him and go, "Wow! That guy is super tall!" but he's not short.

9. Do they have any pets?

Not currently. He grew up with animals, though.

10. Do you ever plan to confess your feelings to them?

Absolutely not. I respect both him and his wife (whom I know) too much to ever do that. Honestly, even if I didn't respect them, I still wouldn't do it. He's married. Worst case scenario- he asks me plain and simple if I have a crush on him. I'd lie and say no, but I feel like it would be obvious. Maybe if I see him in 10 years I'll tell him that I had a crush on him back when I was 18/19, but currently there are no plans.

11. Do you know any of their talents?

Yes! He's a skilled wood worker, writer, artist, golfer, sailor, and negotiator.

12. How often do you think of them?

As I mentioned earlier, I think of him wayyyyy too often. He consumes the majority of my waking thoughts and even my dreams sometimes.

13. Have you told anybody irl about your crush?

Yes. I told three of my friends, my therapist, and my mom suspects it but I haven't told her.

14. Be honest: Do you think you're in love?

I've never been in love, so I'm a bit hesitant to answer this question. Possibly? I've only ever heard people say that when you know, you know. The thought popped into my head for the first time not too long ago, and I was pretty scared by it. If I am in love with him, I wish I wasn't.

15. Do they motivate you to come to school?

Absolutely. I now think of being there as a chance to see him, so I'm extremely motivated hahaha

16. Have you ever seen them cry?

No. And to be honest, I hope I never do. I think my heart would absolutely shatter. I'd be crying right there with him.

17. What kind of dynamic do you guys have?

Like a ship dynamic? Mmmmm probably introvert who doesn't talk very much unless they're comfortable (me) x introvert who talks because they're uncomfortable (him) or hanging on by a thread (me) x hanging on by a thread but in a different way (him)

If you didn't mean ship dynamic, our dynamic is just him telling me stories and me listening and occasionally blushing. When he asks me about myself, I become an absolute fool and he just watches lmao

18. Have they ever caught you staring?

...yes. But as I mentioned in the last one, he talks a lot so if I'm looking at him it's just usually because I'm listening. However, he has caught me staring at his hands and forearms... and that was extremely embarrassing.

19. What was the most embarrassing thing you've done in front of them?

Idk I'm pretty awkward sometimes so I'll just kind of stand around while I'm waiting to talk to him or when I'm unsure of what to do. It always makes me feel like I'm being super weird. I also blush pretty easily and do it a lot in front of him which probably gives me away kjshdflkhsj

20. Do they make you feel safe/loved?

Safe? Yes. Loved? No, I feel like we don't know each other well enough/have that kind of relationship. He and I have been alone together quite a lot, and if it was a different man, I'd probably be afraid. When I first met him, I was a little bit scared to be alone with him, but I knew in the back of my mind that he wasn't going to hurt me. You know that trend a while back about the men you'd feel safe in a room/elevator/leaving your drink with/etc? If he and I were in some kind of situation like that, I'd bet on the fact that he'd keep me safe and unharmed.

21. Have they ever rendered you speechless?

Not quite in a movie way, where the main character can only get out occasional "wow"s at how good their love interest looks. But in smaller ways. One time he looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days and Cassie.exe stopped working immediately. Another time I saw him doing physical labor and was just kind of stuck watching the muscles in his arms move as he worked. He's also taken my breath away with things he's said.

22. Are they a good teacher?

Absolutely. Best of the best ☺️

23. Is there something they do that gives you the ick?

He has the tendency to mansplain things sometimes? It makes me feel like he thinks I'm stupid. When it's just him and I, I don't mind as much. But when other people around, I'm less tolerant to it. But I also feel like that could be because of his job? Like maybe he's trying to be helpful and doesn't know it comes across like mansplaining occasionally? Idk.

24. Are you guys close?

I'm not sure. Closer than we probably should be, considering our professional relationship and our ages (and the fact that he's married). But some days he feels like a stranger. I know a lot more about him than he knows about me, but I still won't ever know all the intricate details, you know?

25. Have you ever looked for their initial in those stupid TikToks?

Unfortunately, yes. Usually I scroll past those, but one of my friends will send them to me when her and her crush line up. When that happens, I look for him and me.

26. Have you ever dreamed about them?

Yes. All the time. Last night I had a dream where we were talking about my dad 🫠

27. Do you see yourself in a relationship with them?

In theory, yes. In practice, no way. He's married.

28. Have you ever cried in front of them?

Tears of laughter once. Another time my eyes welled up because he showed me a video of his son, but I was praying that he didn't see that lol.

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seohwang · 3 years

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Tears.

Ateez reaction to making you cry / you making them cry during an argument

Genre: angst

Word count: 5 582 (does this even count as a reaction anymore?? lmao)

Warnings: lots of crying (obviously), swearing, slightly suggestive themes in Yeosang’s reaction, also Mingi gets waaay into his head, and it’s just frustrating to read

A/N: So, with this type of reactions, I don’t like how it’s usually just them making you cry, so I decided to switch it up a bit with some of the members and make it your fault as well in some cases. Also I wrote Mingi’s while I had pretty bad cramps so sorry if his is worse than the other ones :(

A/N 2: Yunho and Jongho’s version here!

Part 2: HERE

Hongjoong

You wouldn't consider yourself a slow person, not under most circumstances

It's just that, sometimes, you liked to take your time with the things you cared about, because you wanted them to be perfect

And Hongjoong, for the most part, was very understanding of this, being quite the perfectionist himself

But today, things just weren't meant to work out, you guess

For Hongjoong, it started at work

Nothing seemed to go right that day

A giant chunk of his work had gotten corrupted, meaning he had to stay at work extra hours today to fix the entire mess

On top of that, everyone he was working with today somehow seemed slower and more uncooperative than usual, making him that much more frustrated

(they were actually working completely fine, just as any other day, but for Hongjoong, who was stressed out already and trying to speed through everything, it felt unbearable)

So when he came home late, frustrated but relieved that he'd finally get to wind down and spend some time with you, he was "let down" once again

"Where's dinner?" He asked, poking his head out of the kitchen to ask you

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know when you'd be back from work, so I decided to wait until then. I'll go make us something now, okay?" You responded, a bit irked by the tone in his voice as he talked to you

"Oh...alright. Yeah, that's fine, I'll just wait." He said, trying not to seem too angry with you as he sat down on the couch

He really didn't want to be mean to you, and it wasn't even that big of a deal that he'd have to wait, really

But after everything that had happened today, he just couldn't help but get impatient with everyone

So when he checked on you 30 minutes later and you were still in the kitchen, leisurely cutting the vegetables (what seemed as leisurely to Hongjoong, at least), he was starting to get annoyed

15 minutes later, he found himself in the kitchen yet again

Not helping you out, though, of course not

All of the ingredients laid forgotten on the cutting board as you two stood on the cold tiled floor, fighting

"No, Hongjoong! I'm saying that if you really loved me, you'd try to be at least a little more patient sometimes! You’re not the only one who’s had a hard day, you know!" You yelled at him, starting to feel exhausted from this whole ordeal

"Says who?" Hongjoong asked

Suddenly, everything fell silent as you looked at him in confusion

"What do you mean?" You asked in a quiet voice

"Who says I love you?" He clarifies, and the cold look on his face is enough to make your stomach churn

After a beat of silence from the pure shock at his words, you spoke again, trying not to get choked up in the process

"...How can you say that?" You ask, and had it not been for the startled state you were in, you would have noticed how his eyes softened at your expression

At this point, Hongjoong already knew that he fucked up, and pretty badly at that

But, being the stubborn idiot person he was, his pride couldn't let him back down now

"I, uh, just- so what? What did you- what else did you expect? For me to just k-keep pretending, or-"

You couldn't believe the things you were hearing right now, feeling like your heart had shattered into a million pieces as tears welled up in your eyes

But unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong was feeling the exact same way

He couldn't fathom how he even came up with this, when he knew he loved you so much it made his heart hurt sometimes

It was just something he blurted out in the heat of the moment, trying to attack where it hurt most

(Which, judging by the look on your face, he did perfectly)

There was no way of saving himself now, however, as you were already storming down the hall before he could even finish his sentence

You had no other choice anyway, feeling like you were going to break down if you stayed with him in the same room even a second longer

"Y/N..." He whispered, mostly to himself at this point

He flinched at the loud sound of the bedroom door slamming, followed by silence

Well, fuck.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa, oh Seonghwa

Your lovely boyfriend that you cherished so dearly

The one person you enjoyed spending time with the most

Especially when it came to dates

How could you not, after all?

In your relationship, it was primarily up to him to decide what kind of date you two would be going on next

Not because you were lazy or anything! Of course not

It’s just that Seonghwa always loved to surprise you, which mostly took form in fun and interesting dates for the two of you

Somehow, no matter how many times you’d gone out together, he’d always manage to find yet another hidden nook in the city to show you

Just last week, the two of you hopped onto the subway, traveling to yet another unexplored part of the city

Only to be met with a small crafts workshop where you got to make little gifts for each other (with the occasional help from the shop’s owner)

Everything seemed to be going great after that, and you’d often find yourself looking at your creation from that day, remembering your time together with a fond smile on your face

But then, things started slowly going south as you became busier and busier at work

The project you were supposed to be working on for a few more weeks was suddenly due in just 10 days, which meant that all of your plans of how you’d split the work were completely shattered

To say that you were stressed out of your mind would be a big understatement

With each passing day and the due date nearing, you could feel the anxiety and stress within you steadily rising

Seonghwa had no idea, however

Well, yes, he did know about your situation, but you didn’t allow yourself to show him just how much you were freaking out over it

You figured that he probably had enough on his plate already, so you didn’t want to be a bother

Which meant that Seonghwa, seeing his partner just a little stressed, had a genius idea pop into his mind

What could possibly ease your worries the best? A cute little date, of course!

So, he began planning, searching for some fun places around you that you could visit, until he found this adorable cat café that had just opened nearby

Excited, he went into your study that very evening, calling out to you from the doorway with a smile on his face

“Y/N~”

You hummed in response, too busy doing the project

“Guess what?” He asked in a sing-song voice, slowly coming closer to you and resting an arm on the back of your chair

“What,” you muttered, trying not to lose focus on what you were doing

“Aw, what’s with that tone? I had a surprise prepared for you, but I guess you don’t deserve to see it now,” he spoke, and you could hear the pout in his voice

Any other time, you would have found him adorable right now, but you just weren’t in the mood at all that day

“I’m busy, baby, sorry,” you responded absent-mindedly

You started to feel a bit bad about the way you were talking to him, but you just couldn’t help it in the moment

“Ah, Y/N, what is this? Can’t you pay attention to me for even just a minute? I found this new place I wanted to take you since you’ve been so busy, but it looks like you don’t appreciate it at all...” Seonghwa trailed off, feeling disappointed (and maybe even a bit embarrassed) from your lack of enthusiasm

Yes, you were trying to hide your worries from Seonghwa, but did you ever stop to consider that, maybe, he could have been doing the same?

Did you notice the way he’s been watching you all week, concerned about your sudden change in attitude, wondering what was wrong?

Of course not, too busy worrying about yourself to pay any attention to your sulking boyfriend

Even now, as you sat there, listening to what sounded to you like unnecessary self-pitying, the only thing you were focused on was your work

Well, that, and the sudden burst of stress and anxiety as you realized you’d just lost track of what you were doing because of him

The stress quickly turned to anger as you whipped around in your chair to face Seonghwa

“Well, have you maybe considered that I just don’t want to go?” You suddenly exclaimed, taking Seonghwa by surprise

But it seemed like the damage you’ve already done wasn’t enough for you, as you just kept going

“‘Oh, look at me, I’m Seonghwa and I’m feeling kinda bored, let me go ahead and rob Y/N off of her precious time again! Who cares if she barely has any to even function, let’s just invite her on another stupid date to waste her time when she already doesn’t have any!’“ You mocked him, yelling by the end of your speech

Done with your outburst, you finally got the chance to get a proper look at Seonghwa

Which immediately made you regret everything you’d just said

There he was, standing in front of you, bottom lip trembling as tears filled his eyes

He lowered his head, letting out a loud sniffle as the first teardrops finally started falling

With a shaky breath, he looked you in the eyes as he spoke

“W-well, if my dates bother you that much, the-then I guess I’ll just go.”

Barely finishing the last part of his sentence, he brought one of his hands up to shield his face as the sobs wracked through his body

Before you could even try to explain yourself, he was already turning around, walking out of the room, and, assuming by what he’d just said, out of your apartment

Yeosang

You hated to admit it, but something had been bothering you about Yeosang recently

I mean, it wasn't anything too bad, right?

He was still his lovely and supportive self, giving you all the love and attention you needed without ever having to ask

Well, except for one specific form of love and attention...

At first, you didn't dwell on it too much, thinking that your boyfriend was probably just busy or tired, or simply just not in the mood as he gently refused all of your advances

You decided to ask some of his friends about him, worried if everything was okay

But they were all puzzled since Yeosang apparently seemed completely fine to them

Still, you didn't want to question it too much

Maybe he just wanted to have some space for a bit?

You knew that he could get a bit standoffish when he was overwhelmed or nervous about something, so you decided to just be patient and reminded him that if he ever needed you, you'd be there for him

But he looked at you all confused when you told him that, brushing it off by saying that there was nothing wrong before changing the topic

So, internally sighing to yourself, you just nodded with a smile, waiting some more

But as more days passed by, you started to hear a voice in the back of your mind, whispering to you another possible answer to your questions

The answer that maybe, just maybe, it was because of you

What if you had done something? What if you weren't attractive to him anymore? What if he fell out of love and just didn't know how to tell you?

You knew you shouldn’t think about it too much, since even just the idea of it being true hurt, but it was impossible not to

With every stopped make out session, with every "Sorry, love, I'm not really feeling it today.", with every single attempt he shut down, no matter how gentle he was about it

You felt the voices growing louder and louder, until it was all you could think about every time you saw him, yourself, your empty bedroom, or just about everything around you

Which brought you to tonight, when you decided to give it a try one last time, so you'd be able to say that you really tried everything you could

With 30 minutes until Yeosang would arrive home, you changed into the prettiest lingerie you owned (which also happened to be Yeosang's absolute favorite), freshened yourself up, and sat on the freshly changed bedsheets, waiting

The only light in the room were the two small, dimmed-down lamps at each of your nightstands, along with a few candles lined up on the window sill

With bated breath and your heart thumping loudly in your chest, you listened to the sounds of the door unlocking, opening, and closing as Yeosang finally arrived home

"Baby, I'm home!" You heard him call out, and couldn't stop the grin from making its way onto your face as you answered

"I'm in the bedroom, come here!"

Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, but you could swear you heard a short pause in his movement, as if hesitating

Hearing the pads of feet slowly walking down the hallway to your bedroom, you sat up straight as you waited expectantly, albeit very nervously as well

The door finally opened, revealing your boyfriend's tired figure as he stopped in the doorway, looking at you with big eyes

"Hey," you said in a timid voice, feeling the blush creeping onto your cheeks as he kept his eyes on you, flitting between your eyes and your body with a surprised expression

"Oh, um, hi. I, uh, didn't really expect you to be like...this." He mumbled, flustered

"Well, it was meant to be a surprise, after all," you said with a small giggle, trying to ease the weird tension in the room, "do you not like it?"

As light-heartedly as you tried to pose the question, there was a lot more weight behind those words than you let on

A weight that had been tugging on your heart for the past three weeks now

Dreading the thought that your doubts about yourself were right, that once again, he'd reject your-

"I, um, I'm really sorry honey, but I-I'm not really in the mood today..." He said, looking down as he fidgeted with his hands, probably aware of how much he'd upset you by this

"Yeosang..." You muttered, feeling your eyes watering at the realization that yet again, you had been rejected, and that your last attempt had officially failed

He just stayed in the entrance, lightly shuffling his weight from one foot to the other

And it was at this moment that you realized you couldn't do this anymore

You felt embarrassed, unwanted, unattractive, and guilty for pressuring Yeosang into something he clearly wasn't interested in doing (with you, at least)

Before you knew it, you broke down in tears, only faintly hearing the gasp coming from your boyfriend

He quickly ran over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as he asked you what’s wrong

"What do you mean, what's wrong?" You cried, looking into his guilty eyes with your teary ones

"I tried to be patient and give you your space, I really did. I even asked you if anything was wrong, but apparently, everything's fine. Why don't you want me anymore, then? Did I do something to you? Am I not attractive to you? Do you not love me anymore?" You rambled on, finally letting Yeosang hear all of your insecurities

"No, of course not! How could you even think that?!" He spoke, startled by your sudden outburst

"Then what is it? Why has it been 3 weeks since we've done anything? Why do you always reject me when I try to initiate something?" You questioned, wiping away the tears as you looked into his eyes.

Silence.

You stared at Yeosang as he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again as he tried to come up with an answer

But nothing came.

You could feel the humiliation running through you as you stood up, quickly walking out of the bedroom and shutting the door

Yeosang, who was still frozen on the bed, let out a defeated sigh

He had no idea how he was going to fix this, but one thing was for sure

He fucked up, and he fucked up bad.

San

San was by no means a jealous person

He knew that you loved him, and you knew that he loved you

Quite simple, really

Which is why when you excitedly told San about the friendly new intern at your job and how you had been hanging out together

He didn't even bat an eye

Not even when he found out that the new intern was a guy

A friendly, young, good-looking guy who loved spending time with you at work

A bit weird now?

No, not really

Not to San, at least

But to his friends, absolutely

They tried to tell him, to warn him about keeping an eye on you just in case

San knew they were doing it purely out of love and care for him, but he couldn't help but think they were overanalyzing it a bit

Until a few weeks ago, that was

Ever since then, San had noticed how you've started to become more and more distant

He saw you less than before, and when he did, he couldn't help but feel awkward when you were telling him everything about your latest adventures with your new friend

He didn't want to be jealous, he really didn't

He trusted you with his life, after all

And you would never betray that trust, right?

Not even after you'd started canceling dates with him to be with your friend, right?

Right?

It was getting late now, and you were still nowhere to be found

You promised to be back by 10 PM, but here San was, sitting on the couch as the time neared midnight, desperately (and unsuccessfully) trying to get in contact with you

As he was watching the cars pass by on the dark streets below your apartment, his friends' words came back to his mind

He tried to ignore the thought, but he couldn't help the anxious twisting in his gut at the idea that maybe, just maybe

They were right

Were you really cheating on him?

Would you really do that to him?

Would you-

The sound of the door unlocking brought him out of his thoughts as he basically ran to the front door

"S-San? What are you doing up so late?" You asked, surprised to see him still up when he was clearly tired

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" He asked, voice laced with worry as he helped you put away your things and shut the door behind you

"Um, yeah? Why wouldn't I be okay?" You asked back, confused

"What do you mean? It's past midnight! You promised to be here by ten, I was so worried about you! And you didn't even answer any of my calls!" San exclaimed, letting out the pent-up stress from the 2 long hours of waiting

"Shoot, is it that late already?" You asked, surprised. You looked at the time on your phone, and sure enough, it was 12:31 AM. You also didn't fail to notice the missed calls from San displayed right below it. Twelve, to be precise

"W-wait, your phone didn't die or anything? Why didn't you answer my calls then?" San looked at you, confused

"I must have not heard it over the loud music, sorry, baby," you said, sighing as you finally took off your heels after the long night

"Loud music? You went to a club with him?!" San almost yelled, but quickly toned his voice down as you shushed him, reminding him of the late hour

"Yeah? Don't worry though, I called myself a taxi afterwards, I didn't walk all the way back home alone," you replied with a chuckle as you started to make your way into the bedroom

"Y-Y/N, I don't think you're seeing the problem here. You went to a club, alone, with a guy you've been hanging out with for a while now, 'forgot’ to tell me, didn't pick up the phone, came home late, and now you're pretending like it's nothing?" San asked incredulously, following after you down the hallway

"What do you mean, pretending? Sunghoon is a friend, first of all," you stopped walking, turning around to face him, "secondly, I told you I’d just lost track of the time and didn't hear my phone ringing. And thirdly, what does that have to do with you? I'm back home, I'm safe and sound, and now we get to be together again, so what's the big deal?"

You were honestly perplexed as to why he was suddenly freaking out over this

He was fine with everything else before, so why was this so different?

"The big deal is that my girlfriend’s cheating on me!" San sobbed, barely getting his words out before he started to fully cry

You were completely stunned, never expecting a reaction like this from him

"San, I-" you began, only to be quickly interrupted by him

"Save it," he whispered bitterly, wiping away the tears, but more just kept coming. "I've trusted you enough to not question your decisions, but after today, all I'm seeing is that I was just a complete fool for believing you all this time. I'm done, Y/N, a-and I really mean it."

Your mouth opened in shock as you stared at him, not believing what you’d just heard

He started to walk back to the front door, still sniffling

And as much as you wanted to run after him, you knew it was pointless when he was this upset

The only choice left for you now was to wait

Wait for him to calm down and allow you to explain yourself

Only then would you be able to at least attempt to fix things again

Mingi

Today was a very special day

You’ve been looking forward to it for a while now, actually

What day is that, you ask?

Your and Mingi’s one-year anniversary, of course!!

And while you both let each other know how dearly you cherish the other every chance you got

You couldn’t wait to celebrate this day together and look back at all of the nice memories you’ve made already

And from what you could tell, Mingi looked very excited as well, which made you even happier

As the date slowly neared, you began preparing

You talked with Mingi in advance, letting him know that you wanted to take it upon yourself to make the program for the day

Which Mingi, albeit a bit reluctantly, agreed to

And so you began with the organizations, preparing everything in advance

After a few fun and casual activities to fill the day, you just needed one last thing to end the night with

Which, of course, ended up being a dinner at a very classy and famous restaurant, which you made sure to make a reservation for weeks in advance

It was on both your and Mingi’s wishlist to go there for a while, so you really didn’t want to miss the opportunity to go

But while you were excitedly planning out everything, Mingi, on the other hand, could feel a strange feeling creeping into his heart

At first, he didn’t really know what it was, so he just tried his best to brush it off and move on

But as the days passed by and he was trying to come up with a gift to give you on your anniversary, he finally realized what has been bothering him for the past few days

It was guilt

As he was reminiscing on the past year, remembering all of the things you two did to figure out what would be the thing you’d appreciate the most

He realized that there weren’t really that many memorable things, actually

Well, no, that wasn’t true

There was a lot of fun things you’d done together

But still...To Mingi, it just all felt...not good enough?

Obviously, he’d put a lot of thought and love into your relationship, trying to dedicate as much of his time and energy to the one person he loved the most

But looking back at it, he wasn’t sure if his love towards you really “came through”, so to say

He’d never really made any grand gestures or given you any big or expensive gifts, like some might expect from a boyfriend

So now, as he watched you put so much effort into planning everything perfectly, he couldn’t help but feel bad

Like he ruined everything before it even began

How could he enjoy your anniversary when he’s been lacking as your boyfriend for a whole year now?

As the date crept closer, he started to feel more and more anxious about it, too preoccupied with his newfound worries and insecurities to really do much

So when the day of your anniversary came, he, uh...

...He had nothing

It was already noon, and here he was, still lying in his bed, looking at the ceiling with an empty look in his eyes

Meanwhile, his phone next to his head kept ringing and beeping every now and then, and he didn’t even have to look at the screen to know it was you

He felt a lot of things, but most of all, he just felt so horrible

Not only did he do a lackluster job as your partner for a whole year, but now, he even managed to ruin your anniversary as a whole with his self-loathing

...

For the rest of the day, Mingi just kind of...existed

He didn’t dare to look at his messages, he didn’t want to see just how hurt and worried you were because of him

He knew that he was making it worse with each passing second that he didn’t respond to you, but honestly, he was too anxious and scared to even face you

Because at this point? He was pretty sure you were going to break up with him

And he just couldn’t deal with that happening right now

So he kept on avoiding you and your attempts of reaching him all day

Until, just as he was about to go back to bed after making himself some food in the kitchen

He heard the doorbell ring

And he completely froze in his spot, somehow not expecting this to happen at all

It wasn’t until the bell started to ring for the second time, followed by a set of knocks, that he finally broke out of his trance

With weak legs and trembling hands, he walked to his front door, terrified of what was waiting for him on the other side

It was too late to do anything about it now, he admitted to himself with a deep sigh

Mentally preparing for your wrath, he slowly opened the door

Only to find you, dressed up in a beautiful dress, looking up at him with tears running down your cheeks

He felt like his brain short-circuited, suddenly unable to react at all

He just kept looking at you with wide eyes, watching the look of hurt on your face as you sniffled

“Mingi...why?”

Wooyoung

The door slammed shut as you stepped into your apartment, your boyfriend trailing quietly after you

Though you took the elevator, it still felt like you were out of breath, the anger pumping through your veins

You set down your shoes and handbag with a loud thud, basically throwing your coat on the hanger right after

Wooyoung just watched you silently, flinching at your harsh movements as you stomped further into the apartment

He hesitated at the door, now feeling nervous along with the guilt from before

But knowing he had no other choice, he took a deep breath and followed after you, ready to give you the apology you very much deserved

It wasn't his fault, really!

Well, it kind of was

But he tried really hard to keep his mouth shut, believe him!

Walking down the hallway and into your bedroom, he already began apologizing on his way to you

"Babe, I'm really, really sorry about what happened. I know you specifically told me to not speak about it, but I just couldn't help it! It completely slipped my mind, I promi-"

His words died in his throat when he met your gaze as you sat on the bed, glaring at him with fire in your eyes

"B-baby?" He asked, feeling his chest tighten from the anxiety

"So now you're sorry, huh? Now you're fucking sorry? After you've done the one single fucking thing I very explicitly told you not to do?" You question, the venom seeping through each of your words

Though Wooyoung was taken aback by your harsh tone (and, admittedly, terrified), he tried to calm down at least a little bit

"I-I already told you, it just slipped my mind! I was having so much fun with your friends that I completely forgot. I just wanted to share the good news with them, that's all!" He retorted, raising his voice in frustration

Which, of course, made your voice raise in turn as well

"Oh, I see, you were having so much fun that you just needed to ruin the whole evening, is that it? Do you even know how bad (F/N) is probably feeling right now? Huh? How would you feel if your friend took your spot on a project you've been dreaming of working on for months?" You yelled at him, standing up from the bed and making your way towards him

"Y/N, p-please, let's not do this right now...You know she had to find out about it one day anyway, you work in the same company!" He tried to reason with you, but to no avail

He really didn't want to admit it, but in that moment, he was genuinely scared of you

He'd never seen you this angry, let alone at him

His hands were starting to sweat, trembling slightly as he nervously fumbled with the edge of his shirt

You didn't seem to notice, though, too angry about what he did earlier that night

"Of course I know that, I'm not an idiot! But I wanted to tell her alone and explain it to her, you know, in my own words, instead of embarrassing her in front of the whole group like you did!" You cried out in frustration, suddenly remembering the look of betrayal on your friend's face when Wooyoung told the whole table

"Look, Y/N, I know you're mad right now, but just- I'm sorry, okay? It wasn't my fault, but I'm really, truly sorry." He said, trying to end the fight as soon as possible

"Not your fault? What do you mean, not your fault? Was it me that told her? No, it was you, Wooyoung! If you didn't have to be so fucking obnoxious all the time, this would have never happened!"

And with that, you had officially done it

You broke Wooyoung's heart

You knew you shouldn't have said it, you didn't mean it in the slightest

You were just blinded by your anger, trying to attack where it hurt most

And hurt it did

You could see the pain in Wooyoung's eyes as he looked at you, mouth agape, clearly shocked by what you'd just said

"Do- do you really think that about me? Y-you really think that I'm obnoxious?" He stuttered, tears already starting to cloud his vision

You stopped in your tracks, not expecting your boyfriend to start crying at all

"W-Wooyoung, I-" You fumbled over your words, too startled to say anything meaningful

You watched as he averted his gaze, embarrassed to cry in front of you

He waited a few more seconds for you to respond, to say anything

But when you didn't, he just sighed shakily, wiping away his tears and turning away from you

"Forget it," he said as he left the bedroom, leaving you behind to think about what you just did.

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HC: MC is more flexible than them!

Perfection is certain. Perfection is solid. Perfection is the body of a demon or an angel, where there is no room (or need) for bones to crack and muscles to stretch. You and Solomon, though? You’re human. Not so “perfect” when compared to the other inhabitants of at RAD—but that just makes it all the more interesting when they finally see the way the human body can crack and bend

Word Count: 5.5k

SFW + mild descriptions of cracking body parts

Characters: All brothers + All Undateables + Luke

MASTERLIST

Lucifer

Instant panic mode

Man just learned that it’s possible for humans to break bones, so when he hears you casually crack your knuckles, he instantly assumes that all your fingers are broken

Finds it even more terrifying when you lean your head back and crack your neck

Honestly, the look of sheer horror on his face would be terrifying if you didn’t find it so funny

Is actually super confused when he realizes that you’re 100% fine but will not lower himself to actually asking you about it. That is not the Lucifer way, and so this man instead decides to secretly binge Satan’s collection of human anatomy instead

But uh, he gets scarily into it

Seriously, you’re starting to get concerned when it’s been nearly two full weeks of Lucifer ignoring you to bury his nose in a book, eyebrows furrowing every goddamn time he finishes one, and still has no clue what that cracking sound is

It’s only when you casually do it at the dinner table and Asmo cringes, complaining about how weird it is that humans get pockets of gas inside certain joints and they actually have to crack it out, to which all his brothers nod their head and cringe when you do it again, that he understands what it is

Has never been more relieved

He isn’t as disturbed by the sound as he was before, so it’s not as fun to tease him with it - but you can count on the fact that if you ever crack anything in his presence, he will pause whatever he’s doing to study you for a moment and make sure your face isn’t contorted in pain or anything

After all, he needs to be completely certain that you haven’t broken a bone

But someone help this man when he realizes how much more flexible humans are compared to demons

The first time you do a backbend in front of him, he actually flinches

Man can’t help but imagine himself in those poses - and no matter how sexy you look when you’re winking at him and stretching your body like it’s glue, his bones would have to be shattered to bits for him to do the same

Quietly asks you not to stretch yourself into such positions in his presence

On the bright side, you can shut him up in the middle of any lecture by “casually” stretching your arms back until the demon is so disturbed that he stops in the middle of his sentence and asks you to leave as soon as possible

All in all, not a big fan - but he can tolerate your antics (if only to save face)

But if you ever show him videos (or even pictures) of a contortionist, he may actually be scarred for the rest of his almost-eternal life

Mammon

Man really needs to learn how to knock

He barges into your room without warning, as usual, only to see you all but straddling the ground, legs spread wide apart as you lean to one side and touch your right toe

It’s the most basic human stretch there is - but it’s terrifying to Mammon

You don’t even get the chance to say hi to him before he’s lifted you onto your feet, pulling you up from under your arms, desperately asking why you weren’t screaming for help

Cannot process the fact that you were actually in that position willingly, much less the notion that it felt remotely good

Of course, you respond to his obvious aversion by showing him all the other ways your body can bend, flopping onto your bed and bending your body into a perfect bridge position

Mammon’s screeches when he sees the arch your back makes

It lowkey gives him nightmares the next night

Also becomes very touchy after he sees you move your body around so comfortably

In his eyes, you’re now the equivalent of a giant teddy bear - and really, what are the differences, now? He uses you for cuddles and hugs, can seemingly bend your body in any way and you’ll bounce back, and your skin is so soft compared to the hardness of his own body

Man actually grows used to your body after a while, holding a strange fascination for the way you can move

Begins to think that it’s cool when you show him how you can crack your knuckles and such

Absolutely makes use of the fact that some of his other brothers hate the sound, casually walking up to them with you by his side and asking them (while you crack your knuckles) to forgive his debts

Works 90% of the time

The 10% when it doesn’t work, though, he gets into trouble

In his free time, though, he actually likes lying with you and trying to figure what other body parts you can crack

Courtesy of Mammon, you learn that you can crack your hip if you stretch at a certain angle

(Bonus:) He one day tries to stretch his body the way you stretch yours and does a basic hamstring stretch on the ground, trying to touch his toes, but the exertion is too much for his inflexible body and he sort of locks a joint, so he’s left on the floor for nearly half an hour until you find him in his room and help him out of it

(Bonus bonus:) After his trauma from the above incident, he immediately goes back to assuming that you’re in great pain every time he sees you do a particularly difficult stretch and instantly lifts your body out of the position, no matter how you protest and say that you’re fine

Leviathan

"What a normie”

That’s the only reaction you get when you crack your knuckles in front of him, eager to see what he’ll do after realizing how much it disturbs his other brothers

Needless to say, you’re disappointed by his utter nonchalance

But that’s only because you have no clue what happens to Levi when he runs to his room and closes his door, jumping into his bathtub with a shook expression on his face

“Oh my god!” He squeals. “iT wAs LiKE iN tHe aNImES”

Nah, fr tho

Man has seen more than enough human-world shows which feature characters cracking their knuckles before getting down to work, so he’s pretty familiar with the concept

Like many things in anime, he was only 60% sure that it was real

But you actually did it

And it was in real life

Man is practically fanboying over a perfectly normal phenomenon

While you’re sitting in the living room, thinking that he was utterly unfazed by it :(

But when the two of you have a whole year to spend together under the same roof, it’s honestly inevitable that the truth comes out

“You like it?” You ask, pure confusion settling over your faces. After all, he’s the first of the brothers to not be utterly horrified by your little habit

“N-no!” Levi shouts, hiding his face. “I mean, maybe...just a little...sort of...but not in the normie way!”

Boi is too cute for his own good

Of course, you humor him and proceed to crack every single joint you can think of, sending a wink Levi’s way

It would be so easy to tease him, wouldn’t it? To mess with him and call him strange, to compare to his brothers and remind him that you’re not an anime character - and that anime is, in fact, based on humans, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that humans could crack their knuckles the way he’s seen online

But, he’s too precious. And too cute. And he’s too adorable, staring at you with that utterly captivated expression, so you can’t help but humor him again, asking if he wants to see some of the other differences between humans and demons

And when you show him how you can bend your body, man is shook all over again

He 100% thought that the absurd stretches (like a split? how preposterous) were merely fabrications of animation - flourishes added in by animators to make the visuals more interesting

But seeing you move like that? And when you show him the other stuff?

Congratulations. Boi is officially convinced that humans are more interesting that anime can ever be.

Satan

One of the few demons who was already familiar with the fact that humans are ridiculously flexible and can crack nearly everything in their body

He was actually the one to approach you about it

“Stretch for me, human.”

Or well, the same thing but in less blunt words

Actually invites you to have tea with him where he first broaches the subject, confirming that you'll be fully comfortable with everything he wants to study

Lmao man really arranges to have a safe word in case he pushes you too far

Once you’ve agreed to letting him study how the human body can bend and crack, the two of you set a time and meet up in his room (and yes, he does clear his books out of the way to make room for you)

And so the stretching begins

It actually feels quite awkward at first with Satan showing you pictures from human world yoga books and asking you to mimic them, taking notes in a book on everything

Gets really excited when he realizes that your flexibility is a function of how often you stretch, and once he realizes that you’re able to go a little farther each day, he becomes lowkey obsessed with finding out whether there's a limit or not

Boi may or may not secretly try to stretch in his own room in case demons are just naturally less flexible and need to stretch regularly to become like humans

Also almost breaks his arm attempting that, so he never tries it again

The whole ordeal fits itself into your routine after long enough: after school, you go to Satan’s room and do yoga while he jots down notes on how your body moves, and after everything is done the two of you have tea

Satan never touches you while you’re stretching for fear that he’ll physically push you into something uncomfortable, but when you explain that certain positions are easier to hold if someone helps, he’ll definitely try to be a helping hand

He starts out really tentatively, hesitant that he’ll be too strong and will push you to the floor or something, but he’s pleasantly surprised to find that humans are more resilient than he’d initially thought

After his notebook is filled with notes and he’s suitably convinced that all his questions are sated, he’ll express his gratitude and tell you that you don’t need to continue

But if you tell him that you’ve been enjoying your time together, man will 100% clear that space in his room permanently, so that you can spend time there together while Satan asks you calming questions about your day and you stretch the tension of the day out of your muscles

Asmodeus

Jelly boi

Nah but fr

Man couldn’t care less about your ability to crack your knuckles and neck - if anything, he finds the habit to be irritating

But boi is jealous when he sees how easily you can bend your body and stretch into positions that even he can’t

Obviously, his mind is in the gutter when he’s thinking about the way your body can bend - but he’s equally furious of the fact that human skin is so much softer than demon skin

Like, yes. Most demons have near-perfect skin because of its taut texture - and yes, that gives them the illusion of perfection

But human skin, blemished as it is, is like a teddy bear next to a rock when compared to demon skin

And obviously Asmo’s skin is softer than everyone else’s (this man is NOT skimping out when it comes to his skincare routine), but it infuriates him that his skin isn’t as soft as yours

Of course, man bounces back quicker than anyone else (as expected)

He grows content with the texture of his own skin the moment he realizes how easily penetrable human skin is - namely when he’s doing homework with you and he sees your skin get sliced open by paper, of all things (man nearly chokes when he learns that this is a regular occurrence for humans)

But he never quite loses his fixation for the human body

It’s highkey the reason why he likes touching you so much - your skin is softer than some Devildom blankets! If he could fall asleep with your arms wrapped around him every night, he absolutely would

But he won’t genuinely request that of you unless you explicitly offer, so he’ll settle for simply hugging you at every opportunity

Ofc, the moment he grows content with the texture of his skin, he’s jealous of your flexibility all over again, so it’s kind of nuts

You eventually have to sit him down and tell him all the downfalls of being able to bend yourself into awkward positions (ex: getting stuck in said position or causing a cramp) for him to finally be content with his own body once more

The moment he’s back to normal, all the usual flirtatious jokes come back and he’s offering to let you show him the ways your body can bend

You deny instantly

But if he ever takes you to a club and has the opportunity to dance with you, do a body roll

Man will get on his knees if that’s what it takes to have you do it again

And then he’ll whisk you off to his room, stubbornly ignoring his brother’s protests, declaring that he needs to “reeducate” himself in the art of dance, and that you’re going to be his teacher

And hey - give him a private show while you’re at it ;)

Beelzebub

The first time you crack your knuckles in front of him, he’s eating

Man doesn’t really register it, just assumes that he bit something crunchy

The second time you do it, it’s in his and Belphie’s room - and Belphie is taking a nap

Man gets a little suspicious, because the sound definitely came from your end, but he dismisses it and decides that the sound must have been a hitch in Belphie’s breathing

But the third time, the two of you are alone

And Beel’s protective instincts come rushing to the surface when he realizes that you really are the one making that sound

“Are you dying?”

First question, no matter what. Man has heard of medical conditions that cause bones to become brittle and crumbly, so he needs to know

Then again, he won’t really believe you when you tell him the truth

“You can...crack stuff at will?”

beelisconfuzzled.exe

You have to show him methodically, portion by portion, which of your body parts you can crack

He isn’t disturbed by the sound (he’s eaten things which sound much worse, he can assure you) but man is intrigued

(”But how?” He’ll inevitably ask, struggling to yank his own knuckles off in an attempt to crack them and get that feeling of satisfaction you kept talking about)

All in all,he has a decent reaction - probably one of the only people who won’t overreact about the information

But then the fateful day comes

And he cracks your back

It happens while he’s giving you a big bear hug, proud of you after you came running to tell him about a good grade you got in Devildom Literature - and he places his palm on your back in just the right area, pressing down as he hugs you

And pop

Man is so mortified, he almost drops you

You, on the other hand, cannot be more pleased with this development

“Again! Again!” You shout, trying to get him to repeat the action - but while Beel loves hugging you, cracking your back is something he’s not willing to risk

“It’s okay when you do it, because you know how much your back can take” is his biggest argument. "But I don't."

And unfortunately, calling him a chicken won’t work when you try to convince him otherwise :(

What will work, however, is convincing Beel that this can be a sort of strength training - because he needs to have full control of his body to do it right

He’ll agree to do it once (mainly because you’ve been begging for so long)

But, obviously, “once” means as many times as you want, from there on out ;)

Belphegor

It’s one of the few times where Belphie isn’t in tune with his brother

And he hates it

He doesn’t understand how Beel isn't disturbed by the sound - every time you crack your knuckles, it sends a shudder straight down Belphie’s spine

And it’s not the ick factor taking place. It’s just that Belphie can’t help that his mind wanders to darker places whenever you do something like that, the sound abruptly reminding him of his time in the Celestial War and all the awful things he heard there

Like others, the sound reminds him of how weak you really are

And so, if you ever crack your knuckles around him, expect him to leave instantly

He’s the one brother who will never learn to tolerate it - not when he can remove himself from the situation so easily

And honestly, it’s kind of amazing how sharp his ears are

Is he taking a nap on your lap? If you think you can subtly crack anything without his eyes shooting open, you’re wrong

Is he preparing dinner with you in the kitchen? Nope, the sound of boiling water will not cover the sound of your body stretching too far, and Belphie will shoot you a glare before swiftly exiting the room

Is he simply doing homework with you in the RAD library? You’d think that the sound of chatter from the table next to you would hide the noise you make when you subtly lean back to crack your back, but Belphie is gathering his things mere seconds later, huffing and muttering under his breath

So yeah

Not a fan

On the other hand, he loves how accommodating your body is in terms of how flexibly you are

It brings him great joy, honestly, to just watch you flop your arms around aimlessly because humans’ movements are so fluid, so smooth, so unhindered by the rigid joints of demons

And, obviously, your flexibility makes for better naps

He likes to sleep next to you with his arms wrapped around your waist while you latch onto him in whatever position you deem comfortable

Without a doubt, the position you find is something that would be wholly impossible for a demon (how are you bending your legs that much?!) and it sometimes scares him to realize the full extents of your flexibility (can all humans twist their arms like that, or is it just you?) but he loves that you use your body’s oddities to pull him closer

And he’ll never deny you a comfortable nap if you’re willing to cuddle so readily

Never

Unless you crack your knuckles, that is

Solomon

Life is war and cracking body parts is your only weapon

Aka nonstop competitions between you and our resident wizard boy, both of you cracking body parts back and forth until one of you either fails or runs out of things to crack

Knuckles? Come on, are you even trying? Give him something less basic

Back? Oh yeah. Both sides, too - and the loud ones

Hips? You didn’t think it was possible, but Solomon will look you in the eye and hit one side of his hip, the movement a prelude to an instant CRACK which rings out oh-so-gloriously from the other end

Ribs? You realized you could crack them once and never stopped - you’re actually the one to teach Solomon how to do this

Neck? Always the finisher. So loud, and so satisfying

Neither the House of Lamentation nor Purgatory Hall ever wants to have the two of you over at the same time, because the residents know that you and Solomon will have these competitions. And they absolutely hate it.

So what do you do?

Go to the library and disturb the demons there, of course

It actually becomes a pretty sick form of payback to all the annoying demons that look down on the two of you for being humans, because they always cringe so hard when you guys do this

The two of you have deduced that the sound of knuckles cracking is the demon equivalent to the sound of nails on a chalkboard

And you fucking run wild with it

No one wants to piss either of you off, because you’ll both glare at the demon in question and proceed to crack every body part known to mankind (like seriously - it’s reached the point where you guys can crack your TOES, and if that isn’t absolutely amazing, then you don’t know what is)

It actually highkey annoys the demons in your classes, because you guys always crack everything right before an exam and while it helps you focus better, it effectively ruins their concentration

Ofc you guys don’t really care so they can suck it

But uh

Okay so the demons at RAD may or may not get fed up of you both one day and petition for Diavolo to instate a “No cracking body parts” rule in school

So yeah your primary source of entertainment sort of disappears after that point

But no worries, you and Solomon head to the downtown shopping districts instead and become the BEST hagglers in town

“Hey, can we get these shirts on a discount? Huh? You don’t do discounts?

*Aggressively cracks everything until the demon just wants them out of the store*

“How about now BICH?”

Simeon

You’re actually not the one to introduce Simeon to the idea of humans being able to crack their body parts at will

No, it’s Solomon who steals that pleasure from you

But will Simeon ever let the sorcerer know just how much it unnerves him? Absolutely not. So what does our beloved angel do?

Why, there’s only one option

Come running straight to you.

Man is disturbed. Honestly, disturbed is phrasing it lightly. If he were in his angel form, you’d be able to see how his feathers ruffle and flutter at the very thought of that sound

Needless to say, he hates it

(You 100% consider cracking your knuckles in front of him, just to tease him, but you decide against it)

See, Simeon is an angel. And that means 99% of the time, he’s surrounded by other holy spirits, all of which have bodies molded to perfection that simply cannot crack the way yours can. Whereas demons are forced into human interaction a little more (oft when they're summoned), Simeon really isn’t used your fragility, no matter how much he tries to remind himself of it

So yeah

He hates it

On the other hand - man loves how flexible humans are

The first time you flop down onto your bed, assuming a position that would be impossible for any demon or angel to take but is deemed “comfortable” by you, Simeon is enraptured

It’s not sexual, he just thinks it’s really amazing that you have so much control over your body when he can hardly do a standing glute stretch without breaking a limb

It’s almost funny, his fixation

Actually no - it’s not almost funny. It is wholly and completely hilarious, and you will not stop leading him further down this rabbit hole

When you send this man picture of an contortionist, he’s utterly mesmerized

Show him human ballet, and he will not stop watching it

So yeah

He appreciates parts of the human body, hates others - but as long as you never crack your muscles in front of him, he’s down

Also - after you’ve thoroughly interested him in the art of being a human, he may just write about it in his next book. If you read the next set of chronicles detailed by Christopher Peugeot, you already know who the “feisty but good-hearted human who can bend themselves into a pretzel” is based on

(Bonus: Do a body roll in front of him and he might faint - man knew the human body could but like that? You might just have corrupted an angel)

Luke

“So...cool...!”

Boi loves it

He cheers you on like a champ, laughing merrily as you crack your knuckles into oblivion, scaring away the other residents in Purgatory Hall

And no matter how many times Simeon warns him not to urge you on (”The human already has no sense of self-preservation, and you don’t need to help that along,” he said), Luke can’t help but watch with excited eyes as you show him how different the human body is

He’s almost like Levi with his ardent admiration, and he honestly finds nothing disturbing about the sound of you cracking knuckles

Just finds it cool

It actually serves as a catalyst for his relationship with Solomon, because Luke will 100% go up to him and ask him whether he can crack his body like you, and obviously, the man will laugh and prove that centuries of knowledge have made him better than the average human - even in this area

But yeah

You can really see his inner child come out

(Though don’t say that last part out loud - he’ll ignore you for three days in an attempt to be “mature” before you convince him to accept your apology)

But really - he may be the only person who can not only tolerate the quirks of your body, but openly endorses all of them

On the downside, though, he’ll also try to crack his knuckles...which won’t bode too well, given that his body was built to perfection by God

Boi almost rips his finger off

Simeon proceeds to instate a no-cracking-knuckles rule within Purgatory Hall to discourage any further attempts from Luke

But you know what he didn’t ban?

Backflips.

It doesn’t matter if you can or you can’t do them - Luke will happen to see a video of a human doing one (ahem, Solomon showed him it in an attempt to stir up trouble), and now he’s begging you to do the same thing in real life

Which doesn’t work out too well, given that backflips are hard

And you may not be successful 100% of the time

And obviously, Simeon eventually finds out that the two of you have moved onto a new fixation, and so he instate the no-backflips-in-Purgatory-Hall rule

But you know what he didn’t ban?

Cartwheels.

And so it continues on and on, indefinitely because the only way to cease your and Luke’s shenanigans would be to ban humans in Purgatory Hall, and Solomon is thankfully preventing him from doing that

Barbatos

Hates it, hates it, hates it

More than any of the brothers, more than any of the angels - this man loathes every oddity of the human body that makes it different from a demon’s

But not for the reasons you’d expect

See, it’s not the sound that bothers Barbatos

No, he’s heard the screams of the damned before. You cracking a few measly knuckles hardly makes him flinch as he pours your tea

But what Barbatos does hate is the fact that he doesn’t know what it means

Every single time you crack a knuckle in his presence, it doesn’t matter if the prince himself is speaking, because Barbatos’s eyes will fly straight to you

And yes - you guessed it:

Barbatos can’t tell the difference between the sound of you cracking your knuckles and the sound of you breaking a bone.

And for that reason, he hates it

It’s hardly his fault - he doesn’t even know if there is a difference between the two sounds. But this butler has no faith in you and no faith in humanity as a whole, so every time you crack your knuckles, it sends a rush of worry straight to his stomach, and the demon has to watch you for a solid ten seconds to make sure that you haven’t actually hurt yourself

Poor man

He’s the kind of guy to take everything in stride, so he'll probably never tell you how much he hates it when you crack your knuckles (and honestly, what would he say? “Hi, can you please stop cracking your knuckles because I care about you and it makes me concerned for your health???” No, that’s not going to work. And he doesn't know what will work, so he suffers in silence)

Seeing you stretch is even worse

It can be a casual stretch, simply pulling your arms above your head just slightly beyond what would be physically possible for a normal demon, but it sends a chill to Barbatos’s heart, and he’s worried all over again

See, when you crack your knuckles, at least it’s over. But when you stretch? Sometimes you hold your position for a minute, if not more - and Barbatos simply can’t turn away because he’s terrified that he will, and you’ll somehow hurt yourself

So yeah

No rest for this butler, not as long as you’re going around with that weak body of yours and are cracking and stretching your way into oblivion

On the bright side, it means that he’s almost always watching over you when you visit, an added layer of protection

The only difference is that while the others are focused on protecting you from other demons, Barbatos is preoccupied with making sure you don’t hurt yourself

Diavolo

Timing is everything

And indeed, you just happen to be in the midst of cracking your knuckles and neck the moment you’re transported to the Devildom, every single one of the most powerful demons in the land staring at you in horror as your body pops some more

"Oh no,” Diavolo whispers, frowning as he looks at Barbatos. “We got a defective human :(”

Nevermind the insult you feel at his words (who does this strange, unfairly-attractive redhead think he is, calling you “defective???” He might be correct in his judgement, but he had no right to voice his thoughts!), you are shook

Definitely not the best first impression for either of you to make

Of course, Lucifer is quick to pick things up with his explanation of what this place is and who he is, and the whole situation is mostly forgotten as you come to realize that you’re standing in front of a literal prince

But the past has a way of resurfacing

And obviously, several months later, you crack your knuckles once more in the presence of the demon lord

The immediate wince on his face is more than enough for you to read his mind

“You’re thinking I’m defective again, aren’t you?”

“YOU REMEMBER THAT?!”

Poor bby

He’s honestly such a brilliant ruler, but when it comes to maneuvering the minds of humans, it’s just not his strong suit

Anyway, the two of you have a long talk (aka you rant and Diavolo listens) where you explain to him that cracking knuckles is a normal phenomenon, and that - look, you can even crack other parts of your body

And the prince is fascinated

He knew humans were built differently than demons, but he’d simply assumed that your body was just as perfect as his, and that yours could simply handle less extreme conditions

Clearly, though, that wasn’t the case

Man decides that, as the ruler of hell and the man spearheading efforts to unite the three realms, it is his moral obligation to learn about the other ways humans differ from demons

And so the shenanigans begin

It’s honestly time-consuming, but Lucifer doesn’t mind because if you’re with Diavolo, you’re out of trouble, and Barbatos doesn’t mind because if Diavolo’s with you, then he’s out of trouble

All in all, it becomes the prelude to a LOT of time spent together, and a LOT of differences between demons and humans come to light.

Aka various iterations of “What do you mean, humans can’t bite through steel?”

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 2 years

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003, your thoughts on DMK?

🙏 i post about dmk deceptively little for how many thoughts i have on the guy. its a lot of thoughts. excuse me for the massive hc dump dfkdh

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character:

love the guy. funky little dude. just here to vibe. really though my first exposure to him was star allies where my first impression was oh this dude looks so cool. hes the coolest out of everyone

as with all no dialogue/backstory characters, this guy's pretty much entirely all my own headcanons, so ill repeat what my interp of him is like. chill but likes to be a minor asshole to people cause its funny. a bit of a prankster, but doesnt seriously hurt anyone anymore. actually cares a lot about what other people think of him but pretends not to

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

no one really. im pretty neutral on all the popular dameta ships out there too

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

oh now this is where its at. i have a Lot and theyre all tied so this is hard. as said before, hes a bit of a prankster so he likes to pull off pranks with magolor and marx (and sometimes even daroach and shadow kirby). hes also got a strong relationship with shadow dedede though, one strong enough that rivals the bond that regular meta and dedede have

My unpopular opinion about this character:

not evil or a genuine asshole. also he and regular meta knight are great friends lol

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

dameta merch? or in official content and fun stuff? 🥺🥺🥺 i mean as it is now (nothing) ill take anything new lmao, canon or not

Favorite friendship for this character:

hell yeah listen to me talk about dameta and meta friendship. dameta still annoys the hell out of meta, but he's actually very dependable and has his own honor code he sticks to strictly the same way meta does. if you tell him a secret or something tough that you Actually dont want getting out, he'll take it seriously and you can count on him to take it to the grave, even. apart from the serious stuff, those two like to have coffee meet ups to share gossip. dameta is ridiculously good at getting gossip and meta kinda depends on him to do the dirty work, in that regard, when he needs info

My crossover ship: free space lets go mirror world hc time

how mirror worlders work is you can get shattered multiple times but still come back from it. with a catch. every time you get shattered you come back with permanent negative effects and years cut off your lifespan that multiply exponentially each sequential shattering. 1st shattering its like nothing has even changed, its not uncommon to know someone thats been shattered once in the mirrror world. 2nd youll get worn out a bit easier than before (dameta is here. technically hes weaker than meta now so he doesnt pick fights with him) and cut to the end, around 5 or 6 youll be permanently paralyzed, or your lifespan will have been cut so much at that point you permanently shatter. it adds up quick

#kirby #dark meta knight #asks #westwing19 #dgp askgame

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namjoon-koya · 3 years

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I’m a fluff monster ready to wreak adorable havoc in your ask box! >:3 I’d like to request Kirishima, Shinsou, Tamaki, and Aizawa with an s/o that just pampers and caters to them for nothing in return. Do they want cuddles/kisses and to be reminded their loved? They got that before they can blink. Did one of these bois forget their bento? No problem! Their s/o packed another just in case! Their punishment is that they’ll be fed the meal. And are they overworked and too exhausted to do anything including going on dates? Water under the bridge! Their s/o would never be mad about them doing the jobs they worked so hard for. They’ll just prep them ready for bed and place blankets on them as well as prepare their meal and a bath for them. When asked why they’re like this or why they’re doing so much, the s/o can just say something sweet like “Because I love you. I want to help you when your down, relieve you when your fatigued, and make you feel as safe as you make me. All I want in return is to know that I’ll always be there for you ☺️”. Yes, this is teeth rotting but they deserve it 😆

(A/N: another cute fluff request? I’m hAppy🥺 also warning theres a little spoiler for Aizawa from the manga)

Tamaki is already shy as he is so you spoiling the shit out of him makes he even more shy.

Especially when you spoil him rotten with cuddles and kisses, but he’s not complaining.

Baby boi could spend the entire day in your arms while you kiss the top of his forehead and whisper praises into his ear.

Tamaki feels on cloud nine literally everyday because of you, at school if something bad happens he’ll face the wall a mumble how he wants to be with you already (poor Mirio is trying to help him get into a better mood)

Tamaki NEEDS praises okay? He needs that confidence boost and you’re perfect for it.

LOVES having his face in your chest because he feels really comfortable when he does it and you don’t mind one bit! You’re just gently caressing his hair (he might fall asleep because oof who doesn’t when someone is touching your hair?)

When he asks you why you do all of this for him you smile at him while kissing his forehead “because Tamaki I really do love you a lot and I want to see you succeed!”

“Y-Y/N!” He buries his face into your chest and you know when he does that he’s blushing.

Shinsou really needs a lot of love and affection remember how people told him that his quirk was like a villains? Yeah that just shattered his dreams in being a hero.

Sleepy boi loves falling asleep as you cuddle him (you’re the big spoon most of the times) he really loves it though it makes him feel protected in some way.

You like baking and often you will always remember to give Shinsou some since he really did love when you baked goodies so when you hand a bag of cookies you made his heart ✨explodes✨

You love caressing his hair (LOOK AT HOW FLUFF IT IS) and he’ll become putty in your hands once you start playing with his hair he’ll slowly close his eyes and then he’ll snore lightly that’s when you know he fell asleep.

Please make sure to tell him everyday you love him it brighten ups his day whenever you tell him you love him.

Take him to cat cafes he loves cats and you know it so you’ll often take him to a new cat cafe you saw in town (warning he might consider taking one home too)

If you praise his quirk he’s going to he surprised at first, he was constantly told that his quirk seemed more like a villain’s quirk. So when you tell him the complete opposite he doesn’t know what to say at first.

When he asks you why you spoil him so much you just explain how much he means to you and that he shouldn’t listen to what people say about his quirk “it’s your quirk Shinsou.. you decide what to do it with it not other people.” Kisses you right then and there.

If you spoil him you better expect he’s going to spoil you right back.

If you even try to spoil him more he’ll be like “NA that’s not fair to you!”

So pretty much it becomes a competition to him, but to you you’re like “as long as I get to show you how much I love you I don’t care.”

Touch his hair DO IT he’ll become really weak and just lay in your lap and probably take a small nap.

Whenever he’s showing off his improvements in class you’re going to praise him so much to the point where he can’t stop blushing and smirking at the same time.

If he starts to doubt himself please just tell this boy that he’s wrong (if you saw in season 3) he had a lot of doubts back in middle school and thought he wouldn’t make it as a pro hero so please encourage this boy because sometimes those thoughts will come back.

Remind him not to overwork himself! He forgets that his body has limits and ends up pushing himself too hard at times so you’ll often remind him to take breaks and drink a lot of water.

When he curiously asks you why do you spoil him so much you’ll say “because Kiri! I want to support you every step of the way when you become a pro hero and I’ll even be your number one fan!” Blushes he’s mumbling his words together because you’re so cute he doesn’t know what to do.

There’s A LOT of things that had affected Aizawa during his time in U.A when he was a student.

Especially when his best friend Shirakumo had passed away.

He didn’t show anyone how distraught he was during that time period.

He’s thankful for you though there are times he’ll remember that awful day and you’ll quickly cuddle him to soothe.

You’ll whisper praises into his ear (which makes him feel all mushy inside because he never really thinks of himself like that)

Since his hair is starting to get really long sometimes you’ll brush his hair which he doesn’t mind since he ends up falling alseep.

Let him pet cats on the way home PLEASE you know how much he loves cats so you won’t stop him (you’ll take pictures of him anyways to remember the moment.)

Let him lay on your chest PLEASE he feels safe and relaxed when you let him (you won’t say no to him lmao)

Whenever he has to go to work you always make him food and especially his favorite ones (present mic lowkey being jealous)

He won’t ask you the question right away, but when he does you giggle softly “I love you that’s why.. I really want to keep showing you how much I love you everyday if you don’t mind.” He quickly says he doesn’t.

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alby-rei · 3 years

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[Arthur Week, Day 3] Midnight Snacks

a/n: in which MC (ft. accomplice Dazai) wants to make the resident flirt, Arthur Conan Doyle, jealous. Why? Who knows! But what I do know is that it ends up working in his favor rather than MC’s... wait, what?

a/n 2: changed the title cuz it was bothering me xD nothing else changed.

My entry for @scummy-writes‘s Arthur Week!

Day 3: Coffee and Fudge || Writer’s Block

[Pairing]: Arthur x You/gn!MC, (pre-relationship)

[Characters]: You, Arthur, Dazai, Sebastian

[Word count]: ~2300 words

[Rating]: T

[POV]: 2nd Person

“...and all of a sudden, I hear Mozart yell ‘stop releasing chickens in my music room!’ but Dazai didn’t even flinch!” You brought a foam-covered hand up to your mouth to cover your laughter.

You and Sebastian were cleaning the dishes together after lunch time. You’ve made it a habit to catch up on your day and share observations with Sebas, as pretty much no one steps into the kitchen around this time.

Well, that is except—

“_____~!”

Except Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, naturally. He must’ve finished his writing session and been wandering around the mansion, as is his trademark since your arrival.

You closed your eyes, hoping the man would walk past the kitchen without checking. You weren’t exactly in the mood for flirty games with the mystery writer, especially not after dealing with a haughty music teacher in Mozart. Sadly, luck was not on your side, today.

“I’ll tell you the rest later,” you wipe your hands with a towel. Picking up the tray of plates and cups to put them in their rightful places, you didn’t pay the writer any mind.

“After this I gotta find Dazai,” you said as you opened a cupboard. Your turned around to find Arthur leaning on the door frame, and your tone shifted dramatically, “Oh! Arthur, funny to see you here.”

Sebastian knew that tone very well. It was your sickeningly sweet voice that you dedicated to either (a) dodging conversation, or (b) planning something against that person.

“I’d say the same to you, ___, but you’re always in the kitchen. I couldn’t help dropping in to check on my favorite bird,” Arthur leaned against the door frame, flashing you a grin and a wink.

“Oh please, don’t talk about birds after what happened this morning,” You caught sight of your target at the end of the hallway, “aaaand I have to go, see ya!”

You duck under Arthur’s arm while his guard was down. He twirled around to follow you, but you evaded him, calling out to Dazai. Arthur stood in his tracks, as he watched the japanese author stop for you, and you beamed up at him.

“Dazai-san, I’ve been wanting to ask you for something, if you’re… free,” you noticed mid-sentence that the chicken that was still nestled in his arms.

“Hm?” His piercing yellow eyes brightened, “I’ll always have time for you, Toshiko-san.”

“Bawk!” The chicken… agreed, supposedly.

You laughed sheepishly, “That’s very sweet of you, I was actually interested in learning about your writing style and get some advice. I’ve been going through some terrible writer’s block.”

“I was working on a short story earlier, it’s in my room. Want to come with me?” He began to lead her towards his room.

“I’m honored! I’d love to, Dazai-san.”

Oh yes, you were definitely planning something, Sebastian noted.

As the two of them walked away, Arthur stood glued watching the scene. Sebastian had been poking his arm the whole time, but he didn’t budge. Even shaking his entire arm didn’t spur any sudden movement from him.

“Sir Arthur. Earth to Sir Arthur,” Sebas continued tapping his shoulder and pinching his arm.

“Huh? Oh…” His gaze held an odd expression, one that Sebastian hadn’t seen from him before—a hint of sadness, maybe even frustration. But it was quickly replaced by his signature grin as he finally took notice of me, “Sorry, Sebas, I must’ve been blocking your path, got to go!”

And just like that, he scurried off.

After a moment’s pause, and after making sure the hallway was clear of esteemed residents, Sebastian did much the same, but in the opposite direction. He has notes to take, pronto.

~*~

You and Dazai sat in the lounge room, having passed by his room, and Dazai collected his writing material.

“You have really pretty hands, Toshiko-san. I’ve heard you playing in Mo-kun’s piano room, you’re a wonderful pianist,” Dazai held your hand delicately in his, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you, it’s something I take a lot of pride in,” your heart swelled from the warmth of his compliment, “but I’ve been much more interested with writing as of late. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write a novel.”

“Oh? I admire your ambition. How can I help?”

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A third voice chimed in.

Right on time, as you expected.

“Have I interrupted your little rendezvous?” Arthur walked slowly and purposefully, as if he had caught them red-handed doing something they shouldn’t.

Internally, he was trying his best not to jump to conclusions. That would be uncharacteristic of him, after all. You weren’t tied to him in anyway, so there was no reason to feel so jealous that you went to Dazai for writing help instead of him. He didn’t even know about it!

So why was his heart pounding so loudly in his head while his eyes were fixated on their linked hands?

Dazai withdrew his hand, occupying it with his writing pen instead. He shot Arthur a smile with closed eyes.

“Of course not, we were just talking, Arty.”

“…Don’t call me that,” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “and second, I’d like to steal ____ now.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but I want to talk with Dazai a bit to improve my writing.”

Being shot down so directly caught Arthur off-guard; his insecurities getting a hold of him. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for ways to turn the conversation in his favor. At the moment, if he persisted, and you kept turning him down, he wouldn’t be able to let it down for the rest of the day.

Instead, Arthur straightened himself, fixing his tie, “Well then, I’m heading to the pub soon enough to find me a pretty skirt for the evening. Have fun, you two, I know I will.”

He huffed childishly, going out with a wave. Dazai turned to you with a polite smile.

“Do you think it worked?”

“Oh, he is definitely salty, thanks for agreeing to this, Dazai-san.”

“Any time, Yoshie-san, what are housemates for?” He smiled fondly at you.

“You’re a great actor, didn’t even flinch!”

“Ah, but who said I was acting?”

He got up with his writing tools and stepped out of the lounge before you registered what he said.

“Wait… what?!”

~*~

Later that evening…

…Well, more like around midnight, you just happened to catch the insomnia bug and were heading to the kitchen, as all people naturally do when they’re insomniac. You switched on the lights, thankful for the dimness of the lanterns in the kitchen. Scanning your options, your eyes settled on the coffee pot that sat quietly in the corner. Thoughts of a certain mystery writer gnawed at you, but you darted them away and walked past the coffee pot to get a glass of water instead. You leaned forward, filling her glass with bleary eyes that refused to slumber but also refused to open properly.

Suddenly, you felt a touch to your backside. Eyes cracking wide open, you spun around and swung your makeshift weapon of glass at your offender. The offending mop of ash blue hair felt the full force of the blow, and the glass shattered across the floor.

Well crap.

“Ow… If I’m not mistaken, I’d say you were trying to kill me there, ____.”

For the love—.

“Arthur what the hell were you trying to pull?! Bloody hell! You made my heart drop.”

In a flash, his body was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms and the kitchen counter. The crunch of the glass under his shoes was the only sound in the room. You saw a small stream of blood start to fall by his ear.

“I was going to prepare myself a midnight snack with my coffee, but it seems I already found one ready for a taste test,” he licked the back of his fangs.

“At this hour??” It was well past midnight by now, and caffeine was the last thing you’d recommend anyone at this time.

You felt his breath on your ear before he inhaled your scent. It was comforting to him as much as it was intoxicating to his senses.

He sighed, “____… I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter what I do.”

His arms circled around your waist, pulling you away from the countertop and flush against him, instead. All sorts of alarms were going off in your mind despite the drowsiness, with your instincts telling you to push him off.

“But then, you started avoiding me. And then… Sebastian and Mozart and even Dazai took you away from me,” he sniffled.

You pushed him off gently but still within his arms, as you stared at his face. There was a pink dust across his cheeks and a redness in the corners of his eyes.

“Arthur, are you… drunk?”

His frown flipped into a grin as he nuzzled his nose into your disheveled hair.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. I may have been out drinking, but I can bloody well hold my liquor. Theo can vouch for me on that.”

(a/n: no, he can’t lmao)

The sight of him in a somewhat vulnerable state, as well as the smell of his cologne, made it hard for you to properly fight him. Plus, you felt bad for crushing a glass cup on his head. Speaking of which…

“Is your head okay?”

“Hm…” He brought a gloved hand to his forehead, feeling a dull pounding in its wake, “I must say, you got me good, even the most daring fools never landed a hit on me yet.”

Just how thick is his skull to endure that?! You were both dazzled and frightened by their realization.

With one of his arms off of you, you took this chance to escape, but you slid on a shard of glass and would have fallen face first onto the floor had Arthur not pulled you against him and taken the impact of the floor to his own shoulder. He laid on his back, clutching you protectively against his chest. He groaned with pain, but he pushed it aside to check on you first.

“Clumsy tonight, are we, or are you seriously trying to kill me?” He chuckled wryly.

Before you could even blink, you felt your vision do a 180-flip, and you were suddenly beneath him, away from the glass shards that littered the floor. The scent of his cologne flooded your senses again, as he smirked down on you with a drunken lopsided grin.

“I was absolutely livid when I saw Dazai hold your hand. Was that part of your plan, darling? Well, I’ve taken the bait.”

You flinched, your body wide awake to every touch and caress of this man. You bit your lip to avoid playing into his hands. You were still in control of the situation, you thought. His lips descended to your jaw, barely brushing your skin, like he’s testing your limits. Instinctively, you sighed, unaware of the breath you’d been holding.

Ok, maybe you weren’t entirely in control, either.

“Arthur…” You commanded, trying to regain some semblance of control back.

This was not part of your plan, however, and you were quickly losing grip of all reason and logic. You needed to get him off and away from you before you acquiesced to his ministrations.

“But don’t worry, ____. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He drew back from you, staring down at you with an uncharacteristic tender look. He continued.

“The effect you have on me is not one I’ve felt with any woman I’ve ever encountered before. It’s confusing—maddening, even— and I can’t escape it… because I don’t want to,” he sighed in surrender, “I want you, ___.”

It was a look of pure love and affection that shone in his eyes. His half-opened shirt invited your gaze to roam his body, and his thick-rimmed glasses framed his features in such an alluring glow that outshone the dimness of the kitchen. His hair looked softer than usual, too. Your hand twitched at the thought of running your fingers through those ash blue locks. Your mind was thrown into a whirlwind with the influx of new information, one that dented your rationality. Your desire to get closer to him wrestled against your impartial stoicism, threatening to crack the armor around the stone gates to your heart.

“Hey Arthur,” you started, twirling a lock of his hair with your hand. It was ever-so-slightly damp; he must’ve bathed in le thermae earlier.

“Yes, ____?”

Damn that seductive voice of his, you shooed away that thought as soon as it entered. You chose to focus on something much more pressing at the moment.

“We need to get you bandaged up. You’re bleeding terribly from your head.”

~*~

It took a lot of convincing, but Arthur finally acquiesced to your persistent request.

“There, all done,” you stepped back from Arthur, who was sitting hunched over on his bed.

You were both settled in his room with his medical bag open on the desk and his equipment strewn all around. You didn’t exactly know what to do to treat Arthur’s wound, but you insisted on doing it for him… with copious amounts of instructions from him.

“I brought you some fresh coffee and fudge, as an apology.”

“At this hour?” He mimicked your tone from earlier. You rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“And here I am trying to make it up to you, and this is how you show gratitude?”

You huffed indignantly, ready to head out and leave the unappreciative writer to his own devices.

“Hold on, now,” he gripped your wrist before you could fully turn away, “you’re the one who smashed glass on my head, so you owe me a favor.”

“…a favor on top of tending to your wounds and bringing you coffee?”

“Oh, indulge me, won’t you? You did those of your own volition.”

You sigh, “Depends on the request, then.”

“Feed me,” he perked up with no hesitation or embarrassment in his tone.

You wanted to turn him down, to tease him about his child-like excitement, but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Those eyes held a very powerful hold over you though you blame it on your own tiredness outweighing your better judgment.

“Alright…” You moved aside his things to sit next to him, leaning towards the table to drag the tray closer to yourself.

“Open wide, you incorrigible baby.”

#where does that put their relationship?#no idea!#what I do know is that Arthur is a happy baby #congratulations MC you played yourself #MC's plan backfires #accomplice dazai did his job #note: MC promised to help him build his chicken army in return #ikevamp arthur x mc #ikemen vampire arthur #arthur week #arthur week day 3 #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp mc #alby one-shots #ikevamp fanfic

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~ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ~

Part III

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ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Photographer!Hyunjin x fem!model!reader, manager!Bangchan, stylist!Jisung, agedup!straykids, SMUT, fluff, character driven story, stranger to lovers, summer!au, soft!dom hyunjin x fem!reader, PIV, penetrative sex, protected sex (wow first time writing that, good on ya cher) sexual photos/pictures taken during sex, semi-public sex, orgasm (m/f), cum, fingering, blowjob, light choking, praise kink, handkink??

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5.4 k

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: am so creative with the office numbers? right? tell me im creative LMAO

oh god this was a fucking pain in the ass to read through i cringed at every sentence so hopefully my pain will be your pleasure

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Unlike any other day you couldn’t get out of bed. A boulder of nervousness plaguing you. Through the cracks of the blinds the sun shined in, small particles of dust floating around your resting figure. You were wide awake yet you felt asleep, your thoughts consuming your mind as the dimly lit room became brighter as time ticked on.

You were thinking, perhaps overthinking. This whole situation with Hyunjin seemed confusing and happened way to fast, your psyche not having a moment to digest the events that unfolded during the last couple of days.

Love was a feeling you were familiar with. You knew how it felt. Those butterflies in ones stomach, fluttering everytime a thought of the person passes through your ones.

You felt the same feeling everytime you thought of Hyunjin.

How his soft lips would feel against your cheek that was hot from just looking at his beauty. How his blond hair falls in his face everytime he puts it into a ponytail, his silver decorated fingers tucking the stray pieces behind his pierced ear. These thoughts alone would make your heart beat faster than ever, you eyes clouding with lust even if you knew that this relationship would be impossible given the status the both of you have in this judging industry.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat up before slowly stepping out, your feet hitting the cold flooring of the apartment. You stretched your arms upwards, feeling your spine extend as you squinted, a ray of sunshine hitting you right in the eyes.

The boulder in your chest didn’t feel any lighter but you still got up, wanting time to fly by fast just so you could see his face once again.

♡

No amount of mindfulness exercises could calm the churning of your stomach. The clock in your living room ticked as you watched it with careful eyes, waiting for the time to hit precisely half past before you got up from the couch and shuffled over to the wardrobe, only being stopped from a pling on your phone.

[Bangchan] y/n! can you come by in about an hour? need to discuss some concept photos, sorry for such short notice ❤️

That’s when it hit you. Bangchan didn’t know anything about this. He didn’t know that you’d seen the photos from the shoot and most importantly that you went on a date with the photographer. You could only describe the feeling as ‘improper’. Bangchan was after all one of the closest people in your life, he made you to who you are today and lying to him felt wrong but you shielded your eyes from the truth as you typed back.

[y/n] soz, got plans

[Bangchan] I don’t see any other meeting scheduled for today?

[y/n] you do know that I have a life outside of work? take the day off Chan, you could use some rest ❤️

[Bangchan] Don’t worry about me! You have fun alright?

[y/n] alright, see you next week then ^^

You clicked on the off button on your phone, making the text messages disappear. Getting paranoid, you plopped down on the couch, thinking about every possible way you could get caught which you’d already been, photos of you and Hyunjin circulating throughout social media but they mustn’t have reached Bangchan just yet. You felt like digging a hole underground, wanting to hide away from all these thoughts. The main thought in your mind was whether or not you understood Hyunjin’s intentions.

What if this love was one sided?

Waveing your hand in the air, you attempted to get the mind out of your head as if you were breaking up a cloud of real thoughts. You glanced up at the clock and only then realised that you were running late, as usual.

“Wear whatever you want”

Was what Hyunjin said last time but that didn’t make it easier to choose an outfit. Standing infront of multiple racks of clothing you pulled up the weather application on your phone. “Sunny” you mumbled, making you gravitate towards a beige croptop with white stripes around the neckline as well as a white tennis skirt. Not too dressed up but not too dressed down either, just right. Clothes were flying everywhere when you searched for a pair of white socks to pair with your white high platform sneakers. You put the outfit on, observing yourself in the mirror and smiling, trying to get yourself in a better mood rather than being a nervous wreck. Pulling up your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to the person who knew best about fashion. Jisung.

[y/n] Sungie! Is this acceptable for a impromptu photoshoot?

The fashionable boy replied minutes later.

[Jisung] oh!! that’s so cute! very much acceptable in my book 🥺

You smiled at his reply

[y/n] phew! good...

[Jisung] is it a date?

Your fingers froze above the keyboard on the phone. Was it that noticeable? Was this really a date?

[y/n] no!!!

[Jisung] you sure, i saw those photos on social media. ahh.. y/n dating famous photographers now...

By this point you were sweating bullets.

[y/n] first of all, i’m not meeting him and second of all, he’s a friend so shut it.

[Jisung] hahah alright alright... i won’t tell Bangchan

[y/n] you have nothing to tell!! we’re friends just like you and I so be quiet otherwise i’ll come over there with balloons, popping them in your face.

[Jisung] oh wow... im so scared...

[y/n] need to leave, if i hear something about you spreading some rumors i’ll seriously do it.

[Jisung] Photo Attachment.

The photo that popped up was from yesterday and your breath hitched. You couldn’t help but to notice the way Hyunjin was looking at you, his eyes filled what seemed like adoration.

[Jisung] yeah because that totally doesn’t look like a date

[y/n] DON’T TELL BANGCHAN PLEASE

[Jisung] oh so it is a date? alright, i won’t! have fun and be safe

[y/n] be safe? we’re taking pictures, not drag racing

[Jisung] hahah stop playing innocent

Your eyes widened in realisation.

[y/n] you crazy fucker

[y/n] I WILL DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I DON’T SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE

[Jisung] Whatever you say

Thanks to Jisung you were now running dangerously late leading to you snatching objects from all corners of the apartment before ordering a cab that would arrive in minutes.

♡

“We’ve arrived, miss” the cab driver says, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. You thank him and step out of the yellow car, a smell of car exhaust hitting your nose. The cab drives away, leaving nothing but a small cloud of smoke. You looked up, almost not seeing the tip of the building as the skyscraper towered over you. You’re beside the busy road, mouth agape. You’d walked by a couple of times but knowing that you knew the person that owned at least a bit of the building made you giddy.

You walked in and was greeted by a grand lobby, a front desk as big as the wall behind it. The entire place was filled with people, everyone from business men in suits to trainee models in the most flamboyant outfits. Fishnet stockings, heavy chains and distressed jeans that consisted of more air then jeans material. The sun shined through the many glass panes that made up most of the ceiling and the slight breeze of the air conditioner made this whole vibe of the building comforting.

“Hi! y/n y/l/n, meeting Hwang Hyunjin” you say to the receptionist that was a relatively old woman, probably in her early 60′s. She was wearing a white button down shirt with her hair in a high bun, a couple of gray strands sticking out. Her red painted mouth contorted into a smile.

“y/n, Hyunjin said that you could make your way to his office without the guards. You must be a close friend”

You smiled shyly with your warm cheeks, looking at either side of the desk where two tall buff men were standing, wearing walkie talkies on their black vests. With a small nod, you started speaking.

“W-where exactly is his office?”

“Floor 20, his main office is in room 03″

“Thank you!”

You quickly shuffled over to the elevators, pushing the button that lit up with orange light emitting.

PLING

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped inside, a couple of office workers joining you and pressing the necessary buttons to make the elevator lift off.

You step out at the 20th floor, looking around at all the intricate wall design, everything inspired by ancient greece which explains the broken vases that were scattered across the hallway in the most unconventional places. They were all encapsulated with glass and standing on tall white pillars, the vases looking rather sad, being in a spectra of ashy grey colors, every single one of them falling apart.

Stopping, you observed this one vase that caught your attention. It had swirly details around the edge and was shattered in a rather beautiful way. It made you think how even the most broken pieces still carry beauty, beauty unique to only oneself.

“It’s pretty right?”

The voice sounded familiar and warm, almost as if it had anticipated your arrival.

“y-yeah, it really is”

You say turning around, nearly jumping up on the wall when seeing the figure that looked back at you. It was Hyunjin.

Yet again, his presence was astonishing. Everytime you met him it felt as if you’d met him for the first time. The blond boy was standing tall in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, black basketball shorts and a matching headband. A backpack was thrown across his one shoulder and a smaller camera around his neck, everything about his appearence looking completely different from the last time you saw him, his style usually more sophisticated.

“On your way to meet me, yeah?” he asked and you nodded shyly.

“My office is the other way, you know?”

You lifted your gaze to look at the tiny sign on the wall that pointed in two directions, you were walking down the hallway for offices 20-40 by accident and you smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head.

“I didn’t know heh...”

“It’s alright! Come with me, I was on my way to the studio”

“What room is that? Your office?”

“No, the room next to my office, come! I’ll show you!”

He grabbed your hand and you felt your body stiffen as he dragged you down the hallway, his hand not being decorated with statement rings this time, instead feeling soft and warm. You blanked out, your legs walking by themselves.

He stopped at a brown door, a tiny gold sign saying��« 04 » and beside it a transparent sign stating that this was a photography studio. Hyunjin opened the door and dragged you in, closing the door behind you.

A cold wind hit your warm body, the air conditioner blasting it’s breeze with a faint sound. The room was wide, one wall being made completely out of glass, stand close enough and you could peer down the bustling city filled with people, cars and buildings. The typical photoshoot setup was already in place, the camera being propped up infront of a white backdrop, a white pilar in the middle and two boxlights standing unlit behind the camera. In the corner stood a vintage brown leather couch, the swirly metal details were concealed with a layer of chipped gold paint. Beside the couch stood a simple white table. A black bucket rested on the floor and upon closer inspection you noticed plants, multiple stems of eucalyptus poking out, wrapped in cellophane.

“What are these for?”

You sat down on your knees infront of the bucket while Hyunjin was pressing buttons on the camera that was screwed onto the tripod before walking over to the table and placing down the camera he had around his neck, his backpack lying lazily on the floor. He looked at your crouching figure, the corners of his lips going upwards.

“I thought they’d suit you”

You held in one of the stems, turning your head and looking at his shy smile, his dimples sitting playfully on the sides of his cheeks. You giggle, standing up and leaning against the white pillar, holding the plant in your both hands.

“Do they?”

Hyunjin walked towards the steadied camera, bending down and peeking through the lens.

“They do”

click

Your eyes widen, him snapping a picture without you paying attention.

“Hey! I wasn’t even prepared!” you chuckle, pointing at the blonde boy with the long plant that was dripping at the stem.

“Nature is a bit more beautiful when caught off guard, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, his honey-like voice, echoing through the room.

You nod, staring down at the leafs of the plant, rubbing them between your thumb and pointer finger.

click

“Try leaning with your butt against the pillar and with one foot fully on the side of the pillar”

You did as he told, the pillar being surprisingly stable.

“Tilt your head and look down to the right”

Once again, you follow his instruction and he hums in satisfaction before pushing the button on the camera twice.

click

Your warm face turned into a smile, laughing loudly from embarrassment when he observed the pictures on his display. He snickers quietly from shyness, a faint blush brushing across his features as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin peeks up from the camera, seeing you looking down at the backdrop that was filled with ashy grey shoeprints.

The sound of his footsteps got closer until you saw them in your periferal view causing you to look up at his tentative face. He smiles, displaying his pearly white teeth and crescent shaped eyes before stretching his hand out, feather light fingertips grazing your hot cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your dainty gold earrings now visible. Hyunjin’s hand lingers on your jaw as he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes, you gulping loudly as your gaze lowers to his pouty pink lips. Leaning forward, Hyunjin tilts his head, attaching his lips onto yours, your heart skipping a beat from the comforting feeling of having him close to you.

You drop the fragile twig on the floor, kissing him back by pursing your lips and tilting your head as well. The romantic tension that has been bubbling on the surface everytime you met had finally subsided, now the air overflowed sexual tension.

Cupping his blushed cheeks, you deepen the kiss my licking his plump bottom lip, coaxing his tongue that eventually slipped into your mouth. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to his body that radiated heat in the already scorching summer weather.

The two tongues danced around in a impatient manner, the two of you dreaming of this moment since meeting. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over all the valleys of your body, placing his hands on the bottom of your butt, pulling you even closer, close enough to feel his semi-erection against your abdomen. Your eyes spring open in realisation, your body melting in his arms as you felt the effects of the deep kiss, the effects being you unable to control the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, nothing but the thin fabric seperating it from the air due to you wearing a skirt.

Pulling away from the kiss, your hot breath and a line of saliva was the only thing that seperated you and Hyunjin. You shielded your face from his twinkling eyes, you glancing at the blonde boy through the gaps between your fingers. His two hands grip your wrists, pulling your hands down as he smiles widely

“Don’t hide that pretty face”

Hyunjin giggles, your chuckles following shortly after. The boy grips your wrist tightly, walking backwards as he looks intensely into your eyes, his back falling against the couch as you sit down on the couch on your knees, he looks at you for a moment before attaching his lips again, pushing you down and hovering above you. The wet sounds of the sloppy kiss fills your ear, you helplessly rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. His fingertips trailed down your chest, tracing small circles on the inside of your thigh before plunging down under your skirt, grazing the wet spot on your underwear. The both of you smile into the kiss.

“Can I?” Hyunjin says, momentarily pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging on the edge of your panties. You nod shyly, not believing that this is happening.

His lanky fingers run up and down your wet folds as you put your hand at the back of his neck, pulling his blushing face closer to yours and pursing your lips to kiss him sensually. Hyunjin’s fingers gently brush up against your clit that was swollen from excitement, sending shivers down your spine.

You knew this was wrong, the door wasn’t even locked meaning that anyone could walk in at any moment but the way lips felt on yours made a thousand fireworks ignite, sparking from your chest. Wrapping your hand around his wide wrist, you guide his fingers down to your sopping entrace, your entire body craving him inside of you.

Hyunjin places once last peck on your soft lips before looking at you with concern, asking for permission with his fluffy brown eyes. You nod, your eyelashes gently fluttering over your eyes. His middle finger slips into you with ease, shortly followed by a second finger from seeing how good your cunt swallowed his digits, your essence coating them. A faint gasp escapes your lips as his fingers felt around your velvety walls, the whole situation still feeling like a dream.

“D-does it feel good?”

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head as your grasp around his wrist tightens everytime he curls his fingers upwards. Small whimpers came from you as his fingers started pumping in and out, the blond boy chuckling at your reaction.

“Did you think I was innocent?”

The question lingers in the air as you look at him in the eyes.

“Y-yes,,,” just as the question you let the answer hang in the air as Hyunjin hummed, being knuckles deep into you and curling his fingers upwards once more, making you choke on your own moan. Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at your body as he thought.

“It’s because,,, because you’re shy,, different from the others.” You added quickly, filling the silence that was soon interupted by your whimpers as the so called ‘innocent boy’ started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb.

“I think you’re different from the others, you make me like this baby”

Hyunjin said, seconds later crashing his lips against yours, his tongue attacking yours. He retracted his fingers, the tips coated in your juices and glistening in the sunlight. You whined inbetween kisses, the feeling of being empty leaving you disappointed. Hyunjin’s veiny hands trailed up your stomach, pulling the croptop up and resting it just above your boobs, your white bra exposed.

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, the both of you breathless as the kisses you exchanged were anything but light. His two damp fingers made their way to his mouth, licking them with a slight smirk on his lips. You could go crazy from the sight alone, his big brown eyes turning blank with lust. Not being able to control yourself any longer, you sat up on your knees and pulled off the top, unclasping your bra while you’re at it. As the fabric hit the floor, Hyunjin’s eyes darted to your bare tits, the wind from the air conditioner stiffening your two sensitive buds. You looked at him with a jumbled expression, him staring at your nipples for what seemed like an eternity. You hummed softly, causing him to snap back into reality, the blond boy pulling the black hoodie up from his head, displaying the defined muscles on his abdomen. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad.

Your knees hit the floor with a thump as looked up at Hyunjin, knealing between his two legs and watching the tent in his loose shorts grow.

“Do you really want to do this,, y/n,, you don’t have t-”

You hushed before speaking.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin” you say with a stern voice making Hyunjin shiver, not knowing if it’s from your tone of voice or the way his name rolled of your tongue.

The blonde boy grabbed the small camera that was resting on the table, you looked up at him with confusion before smiling at his pleading eyes that met yours. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and giving him permission since you never knew if he’d get to see you like this ever again.

You hook your two hands on the sides of his shorts and underwear, pulling the fabric down as Hyunjin awkwardly lifts his hips up from the couch for a moment, allowing you to slide the both garments down in one nimble motion. His veiny length sprung out, the tip hitting his abdomen for a moment before resting infront of your eyes, a bead of precum already leaking from his delicate slit. You gulp, the task of sucking him off suddenly seeming daunting. Hyunjin must have noticed since his face turned concerned, a half smile flashing across his lips.

“y/n,, you don’t have to-aghh!”

Hyunjin was cut of by his own breathy moan, your pursed lips wrapping around his leaking tip, licking small kitten licks before sinking deeper down his impressive length. Hyunjin’s blonde hair fell out of his face when his head rolled back in pleasure, resting it against the back of the rustic couch.

“f-fuck y/n,,, just- just like that”

He hummed out, his sweet voice intoxicated with desire. Your tongue swirled around his pretty red tip, simultaneously stroking the part doesn’t fit inside of your wet mouth. Multiple shutters of the camera was heard, his hand barely stable enough to hold it due to the pleasure that was shooting through his core. It didn’t take long before his dick twitched against you lips, your cheeks hollowed as bob up and down his girth. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his hand went down to cup your cheek, your eyes stinging with tears as you choked around him. Pulling off with a pop, his dick glimmered as a heavy layer of saliva rested on it, his already warm body turning hotter. He looks down at you, a smug half-smile errupting on his lips as he continued to stroke your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone as he flicked through the photos on his camera, the half-smile now a full on expression of happiness. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence engulfing the room as you observed his indescribable features. His sharp jawline contrasted with his soft skin that had a dust of rose pink across the cheeks, his moles adding to his charm.

“Fuck me, Hyunjin”

The words slipped out of your mouth, his brown shiny eyes widening before being overtaken by a blank gaze, placing the silver camera back on the tiny table.

“You thought I would stop here?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered, his sugary sweet voice interlaced with the cocky words making you even wetter then before, if that’s even possible. Without answering, he pulled you up to the couch by your hand and laying you down before realising what he forgot. The blond boy reached for the baggy backpack laying on the white floor, unzipping the front pocket and fishing out a condom. You nodded shyly, feeling your hands getting sweatier from nervousness, not really sure where to put them. Hyunjin noticed your gaze that was running all over the room, your body slightly tense. The boy snickered, ripping the shiny wrapping open with his hands where veins had started to become apparent.

“Something wrong?” He asks shyly, placing the condom on his leaking tip before rolling the rubber onto his length. You shake your head.

“J-just thinking,,,” you say, your voice fading out at the end.

“About?” His voice inhibiting a questionable tone as he holds himself up above you, his elbows on either side of your head.

“A-about,,, you”

That was a lie. You thought about how this would end up being disclosed to your company and your friends, Felix would snap your head if he found out that you slept with Hyunjin. Did it even have to be disclosed? Couldn’t it just be a secret between you and Hyunjin? As much as you wish that it could, it simply couldn’t. Not working in this industry.

Hyunjin smiled softly, his hand trailing down the curves of your body before lifting up the fabric of your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside and feeling your throbbing pussy once again. His caramel eyes looked into you the entire time.

Lifting himself up, he positioned the tip of his member at your sopping entrance, you chuckling softly as he gripped your hips but your chuckle was quickly replaced by a loud gasp, his dick stretching out your tight pussy better than you thought.

“Are you ok, y/n?”

He said softly, his dick not even halfway in but already jerking from your welcomingly wet and warm cunt wrapping around his crimson tip. You nodded, looking up at him.

“Pl-please,, keep going Hyunjin”

The blonde boy blushed, his ears turning red. Tightening the grip on your hips he fully entered you, you shutting your eyes tightly from the slightly painful but pleasurable experience. Glancing down at you, he had to use every bit of discipline to not pound into you. In his eyes you looked angelic. Your parted lips that we’re coated by saliva and the way your skirt bunched up around your waist made it feel like torture to be inside of you, not moving to let you adjust to his size.

“C-can I move?” He asks impatiently to which you smile, nodding and wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to your warm body. Your breath hitched as he softly wraps his hand around your neck, him thinking he’d gone too far.

“I-im sorry! I-”

You hush him, placing your index finger over his plush pink lips.

“I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel good, alright?” You so desperatly wanted to place a “baby” at the end of the sentence, that nickname fitted him but being to scared to confess your feelings. Just because he wants you doesnt mean he loves you. Hyunjin nodded like an excited puppy, finally getting the permission of moving and feeling your clenched walls around his length, his one hand still wrapped around your throat.

His thrusts were slow, filled with passion which only worsened your longing for him, the longing of him being yours. Small whimpers dripped from between your parted lips, the moans being mixed with Hyunjin’s low grunts and sounding like a melody. You peeked up at the model-like boy, his expression being synonymous to pleasure. The movements eventually quickened, his long cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you put your hands behind his back, your fingernails digging into his soft honey skin. His previously closed eyes fluttered open, watching you with a soft gaze through his fierce eyes. You smiled and he smiled back before his gaze drifted away from yours.

“Y-you feel so good y-y/n,,, you’re an angel”

Chuckling and moaning at the same time, his praise gave you a sense of security but also a sense of lust, wanting to coax out even more dangerously sweet words from his pretty mouth.

“Go faster,,, Hyunjin”

You gasped out, the pleasure starting to pick up it’s pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other bounced off the white walls in the big studio, the old sofa creaking ever so often from the blond boys powerful thrusts. Hyunjin would never get tired of hearing you say his name, never.

The knot in your stomach signaled your impending orgasm as your walls were stretched out. You pleaded him to not stop, your voice sounding frail as you neared your sweet release. The hot tempeture wasn’t helping the situation, sweat beading underneath Hyunjins headband, soaking the two strands of blonde locks that hanged infront of his face.

“F-fuck,, y/n you’re so pretty with my hands wrapped around your throat, fuck-”

A loud groan escaped his lips, the pleasure of your wet pussy against his rock-hard length getting too much, Hyunjin having to hold back until you came, not wanting to appear selfish. It wasn’t long until you felt your legs shaking around him, your toes curling as the squeaky sound from the couch increased along with the speed of Hyunjin’s thrusts, the rubber not giving him as much intimacy as he would have liked but the visual of you lying beneath him, squirming away from bliss and softly moaning made up for it.

“I think- i think I’m cumming, s-shit Hyunjin, I’m cumming”

The words spilled from you, quickly followed by a incoherent mumbling of his name before a wave of hot flashed through your entire body, your walls clenching around him as your erotic juices coated his twitching cock. You held your hands against your face that was lightly coated with sweat but before you could come down from your high Hyunjin pinned your hands above your head by your wrists, him letting out a growl before his cum filled the tip of the condom. The both of you rode out your powerful orgasm, your moans softening as the intense feeling subsided, Hyunjin shivering with his last thrust before pulling out.

The light sound of the air conditioner was now accompanied with heavy panting, your chest heaving as Hyunjin softly pulled down your skirt and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray hairs away before rolling off the cumfilled condom and throwing it on the floor, the rubber landing on the dark clothing that were pooling next to the leather couch. The young boy lays down beside you, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you faded away in a million thoughts, still trying to process what just happened. You turned your head against his, feeling his lingering gaze on your face and you swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears as his cheekbones lifted, his now cherry red lips turning into a soft smile.

“Do you like me?”

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and sitting up in panic making Hyunjin worry, him patting you on the back as he sat up next to you.

“I-im sorry,, I shouldn’t have- y/n,, so-sorry”

He mutters out as you start laughing, he looking confused at your chuckling figure.

“T-that’s,,, quite the direct question” you say, clearing your throat before continuing. “I don’t know Hyunjin. You know that this isn’t possible”

You saw his previously twinkling eyes turn blank, his heart sinking.

“Uhm,,, n-no totally not,,, I just said it to-”

He tried to play cool, brushing off the fact that he didn’t get the answer he so longed for. His gaze turning away from your angelic face.

“But I like you”

You spoke quietly, your voice cracking at the end. Hyunjin turned back to you.

“Why wouldn’t it work then?” he asked with a confused voice. You sighed

“Hyunjin, do you not know who you are? We fucked in a building where you own half of the rights, you work with famous people and your work is in every magazine, don’t you understand?”

He stayed silent for a while, comtemplating on what to say before grabbing your clammy hand.

“Do you only see me for my career?”

You shake your head, trying to catch eye contact with the blonde boy but failing as he stares down at your small hand in his grasp.

“Hyunjin, I love you but this feels way to quick,,, I can’t just-”

“I’ve known about you for a while, y/n. Do you know why we even worked together in the first place?”

Hyunjin speaks calmly, a thin string of sadness threading through his voice. You shake your head, looking at him but he looking away.

“I reached out to Bangchan first”

You weren’t surprised, only confused. What did he see in you?

“I know it might seem,, rushed! But if- if we both like each other then we can make it work. Please don’t worry about our reputations, you are more than your career y/n even if it means the world to you.”

Hyunjin hesitated finishing his sentence, feeling sick to his stomach from the fear of rejection. You withdrew your hand, instead opening your arms and hugging him to which he smiled and hugged you back, the both of you falling back on the couch facing each other.

“I think I love you,,, like,,, I really love you”

Hyunjin brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his tender eyes meeting yours.

“And I love you too, y/n”

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

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gracie-rosee · 2 years

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Steal my Heart

Ummmm so I accidentally deleted the entire fic LMAO. Soooo here it is again. We will just pretend this never happened. And if you didn't read it before, I hope you enjoy this little au ;) Part two is in the works!

Also, if you previously asked to be tagged in this fic, please send me an ask or a comment so I can make sure you get added.

Word Count: 2,036 | Warnings: Language

Aelin Galathynius likes to consider herself an artist. Her masterpieces often require an immense amount of precision, patience and skill. Even the slightest mistakes can topple her whole plan, shattering it into pieces like glass.

It's a good thing she's the best in the business.

She's always had a fascination with pretty things, and she absolutely loves the thrill of adventure. It's for this particular reason that Aelin loves her job so much.

Being the most wanted art thief in the world does come with some downsides, however. It means there are constantly people wanting to bring her in. Aelin has to admit she gets a lot of satisfaction at seeing her alias at the top of every newspaper after a big job.

Being the best also means that she's wanted by a lot of other people as well. People with money, to be exact. In fact, some of her favorite jobs have been for the filthy rich wanting a piece of decor for their living room.

But for her, it was never about the money, though it does help make things a lot easier.

For her, she does these jobs because they're fun. Countless teams of FBI agents tracking her every move until she slips off their radar, having them curse the day they almost caught Celaena Sardothien. It excites her.

Though many have tried and failed over the years, there has only ever been one person to even come remotely close to bringing her down.

Rowan Whitethorn is a bit of a weakness for her, if she was being honest. She couldn't help but lead him on whenever he gets close, letting him think she's within his grasp. Something about how he operates just fascinates her.

Their last interaction was at the Royal Gallery of Orynth. She had swiped one of the priceless portraits for a fake weeks prior, and wanted to see her finished product.

Walking into the art museum for the second time was a breeze, the authorities not even sparing her a second glance. It was almost too easy. One would think that after someone stole millions of dollars worth of art, they would have at least upped their security.

That is, if they were even aware they had been stolen from in the first place. Sometimes it took weeks or even months for anyone to notice her fakes. And when they did, she made sure she was long gone.

Agent Whitethorn had always noticed, though.

Walking up to one of the many benches facing the wall, Aelin delicately sits down, smoothing out the miniscule wrinkles in her dress.

She knows he's there, watching her every move. She doesn't acknowledge him, though. Let him think she doesn't notice him, that he has the upper hand. Aelin has to fight the smile blooming on her face at the thought.

His confidence has always been something she admired in him. He follows leads that are nothing more than a hunch, determined to bring her to justice. And determined, he is. Whitethorn is known for breaking many big cases, putting a lot of the most wanted criminals behind bars himself. It's part of why she loves toying with him so much. She knows that he won't rest until he catches her.

She loves the attention she gets from the feds and the press. Or maybe it's just his attention she enjoys having.

Someone sits down in the seat beside her.

"Beautiful, don't you think?" She asks, tilting her head to the side, studying the frame mounted on the wall.

Rowan Whitethorn hums to himself before he speaks. "Yes," he says. "Though it just doesn't compare to the original. It's a shame this cheap replica is all people will see."

Cheap replica? As if. Aelin spends hours making sure every last detail is perfect in all of her replicas. Down to the very last paint stroke. Rowan probably wouldn't know fine art if it hit him in his annoyingly handsome face.

She knows Rowan is just taunting her, and she chides herself for getting worked up about his stupid commentary. She doesn't care what he thinks about her. Not even a little bit... And yet…

He can say whatever the hell he wants about her and her craft. Even still, Aelin thrives on validation. And seeing the look on his face every time she slips away from him yet again is enough validation for a lifetime. She lives off of it.

"I can hear you plotting from here, Whitethorn." Aelin says, her gaze still trained on the painting.

"Just thinking about how I'm going to arrest you is all," he replies.

They both know he has no power here. None of Celaena Sardothien's heists are tied to Aelin Galathynius. To the rest of the world, Aelin Galathynius was an art history student at the University of Orynth, working part time at the cafe across campus. The authorities think they are looking for a woman with short red hair, not a platinum blonde, blue eyed woman.

The only person to ever get close enough to be able to recognize her face was sitting next to her. Normally she would be concerned with someone knowing her true identity, but if he really wanted to turn her in, he would have figured out a way to do so by now.

Maybe he's just waiting for the right time, or for enough evidence. Or maybe he just enjoys chasing her as much as she does slipping away.

Aelin sighs dramatically and rises from the seat gracefully. She glances over her shoulder as she starts making her way towards the exit, her heels clicking on the marble floors.

"Until next time then," she says as she saunters past Rowan. His eyes track her the entire time, and she feels his gaze burning into her as she walks away from him yet again.

As she leaves, she swears she hears him whisper a curse under her breath. Aelin smiles then, wondering when next time will be.

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Aelin just can't resist events like this. The sparkling lights, the dresses, champagne, the art. Something about being so close to it all just thrills her.

The Royal Adarlan Gallery was hosting some kind of high end charity event tonight. She couldn't really remember what the event was for or whatever these rich people's money was going to. She only came here for one thing, really.

There was no need to go out if her way to blend in tonight. The authorities know Celaena Sardothien wouldn't dare coming out to such a public gala. But Aelin Galathynius, however…

The dress she picked out is a floor length, shimmering gold piece. The neckline is barely modest, but it's nothing compared to the back of the dress. It's almost completely nonexistent, leaving her back mostly bare, save for the bits of fabric keeping the dress together. It's slightly over the top for an event like this, but Aelin couldn't care less. Not when he was here. In fact, she picked this specific dress because she knew that he would be in attendance tonight.

As if the thought alone had summoned him, Aelin feels his presence at her back. It was almost like a sixth sense. She could always tell when he was around, or if he was watching her. He doesn't speak yet, and she knows he's taking his time checking her out.

She wants to see his expression, so she turns and faces him.

His face is carefully neutral, but she knows how to read him by now. His eyes give away everything he's feeling, and she knows she was right about the dress choice.

He clears his throat as his eyes finally make their way back up to his. "Care for a dance?" He asks, extending his hand towards her.

Aelin smiles sweetly, placing her hand in his. "I thought you'd never ask."

They make their way to the open space where a few other couples were dancing to the live orchestra nearby.

Rowan's hand remains holding hers, while his other finds its way to her back, his fingers on her bare skin setting her aflame.

They move along with the music together, and Aelin is pleased to discover that Rowan is a beautiful dancer. He spins her around gracefully, while still keeping her close to him.

They don't talk for the entirety of the first song, instead choosing to take the time to study each other. They barely break eye contact, only doing so when Rowan spins her in time with the dance.

It isn't exactly the first time they've been this close to one another. Aelin could easily recall a time when they were perhaps even closer. The memory of that night, so similar to this one, brings a smile to her face.

Rowan seems to notice where her train of thought has headed as she grins at him. He frowns, trying to hide his amusement.

"That won't happen again," he tells her, though his mind obviously betrays him as his hand flexes on her back and he pulls her closer to his chest.

"Oh I'm sure it won't, Whitethorn," Aelin says sweetly, looking up at him through her eyelashes in a way she knows drives him crazy. Judging from the way his jaw clenches, she knows she's successful.

"A bold move coming out here tonight, Celaena," he deflects.

Aelin smiles at him again, choosing to play the innocence card. "And why is that"

Rowan finally breaks eye contact to glance around the crowded room. Though he's no longer looking at her, he pulls her impossibly closer, leaving mere centimeters between them. This close, she can practically smell the soap he uses.

His eyes make their way back to hers and she sees his answer in his irises, in the way he holds her. Because I've got you now.

Aelin cocks an eyebrow. Is that so?

Rowan oozes confidence in everything he does. She admires that about him, but she enjoys toying with him too much to let this opportunity pass.

Aelin plasters on a sickeningly sweet smile. "We both know how this night is going to end, Whitethorn."

"With you in handcuffs," Rowan says simply. He realizes his mistake a second too late. She can tell he regrets the words immediately after saying them aloud.

Aelin grins at the shift in the conversation. "Oh don't tempt me with a good time, agent Rowan Whitethorn," she says.

Rowan scoffs, but his usual bravado has fallen and she can see right through him. "You know what I meant."

The song starts to come to an end and Rowan spins her around one last time. As they come back together again, faces mere inches apart, Aelin leans in to whisper, "promises, promises, Whitethorn."

Rowan's eyes track her the whole way as she removes her hand from his and saunters off to one of the secluded corners of the room. She only looks over her shoulder once, sending him that look of hers that always has him tripping over his own feet.

Aelin smiles, knowing she has him right where she wants him. Just like always. She doesn't turn around again–doesn't need to to know that he's close behind her.

Aelin Galathynius has stolen a lot of things in her life. Priceless jewels, art, money. But she's never really wanted anything as much as she's wanted this man. Maybe it's just an obsession of hers–wanting the one thing she cannot have. Or maybe it's the way he looks at her, talks to her, holds her. The way he sees Aelin and not Celaena.

She makes her way down the dimly lit hallway and around the corner towards one of the closed doors. Rowan trails quietly behind her as the voices of the crowd soften into silence, only interrupted by their echoing footsteps. Every single time they encounter each other, Aelin slips away from him. And every single time, Rowan follows.

Aelin is positive now. If there is one thing that she's absolutely sure of in her life, it's that she wants Rowan Whitethorn.

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lvnatiq · 3 years

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Modern!au Felix Escellun x tattoo artist!gn!reader | Headcanons

a/n: Hey!!! I’m back at it again with my beautifully fucked up request fill. I’m still working on three other things, while I make you wait I took it upon myself to not starve this fandom. So here you have it. Please reblog or comment so that I have a crumb of motivation to keep up.

Should I do a smutty pt. 2 ? Who knows lmao.

Your hand slipped through the pile of designs that your colleague (and your close friend) had sent you to choose and pick apart from.

Unfortunately you were spending the night at the beautiful library of your uni, trying to balance off your school work with your actual work.

You didn’t mind spending your time under the faint scent of books and the mere sound of wood beneath you feet, but what you ‘do’ mind is the fact that the library is way colder than you thought it would be after the midnight.

Good thing that the yearning for finishing your work and leaving as soon as possible made it easier to concentrate on the task at hand.

It also made it easier for you to not notice the presence of an unexpected company.

That was until you felt the warm floral yet musky scent invade your senses as you felt the weight of cotton drape around your shoulders.

You slowly turn your head towards the owner of the coat who’s already making their way out. Desperately trying to find a way to make them stop but failing to raise your voice because of the circumstances.

The last picture of the person buried in your head was their hair caressed by the wind and their quick steps.

Fast forward to a week later, going completely out of luck with finding a place to stay you decide to ask help from your friend whom interestingly has a lot to offer.

With things going a lot smoother than you expected you stopped by the tattoo shop to finish your appointments with couple of customers before you left to meet up with your possible candidate.

“Don’t bother I’ll just call him here so you could talk comfortably.”

Your work seemed to take a lot longer than usual. So you kindly accepted your friends offer as you wrapped up the leftover stuff, finishing up the last customer.

“Hey, oh-“

The sight of your guest tickled your memories as you kept glaring at the glorious figure in front of you.

Felix, completely avoiding eye contact, placed the fallen hair strand behind his ear as he kept his eyes on the table of the tattoo equipments.

You quickly got up as you grabbed his coat from the hanger and walked back where you left him.

“Thank you for the coat, you really saved me back there.”

“Oh- no problem.”

That day you two chatted and melted the ice in between. Deciding to rent the close by apartment and start your roommate era.

Your friend smiled to themselves knowing all too well that felix was completely crazy about you.

Your encounter at the library wasn’t a coincidence either, well don’t think of him as a stalker now, he just dumped a couple of coins in the fountain wishing that you would be there that night. That’s all.

As you two moved in together you realized that there were a lot of things to be ‘caught off guard’ about him but you were most baffled by the tremendous amount of books felix owned.

“Hey Lover boy ! Would you mind recommending me some of them ?”

Felix blushes terribly and you love it so much that you constantly bother him in order to catch a glimpse of his flustered state.

Unbeknownst to you, the pile that felix left on the doorstep of your room was consisted of the books that he thought of you as he read.

Felix, abandoning his night owl habit, decided to fix his sleeping schedule for the better. Definitely not because he wanted to see you at morning before you got off to the work.

Insisting on offering you a ride on your way back home with his nice car.

Nearly every single day.

He knows that it may annoy you but he knows how much you are devoted to your responsibilities so he at least wants for you to save a bit of energy before you dive into the work.

Speaking of his nice car, it tickled your curiosity so you decided to check the price tag on the web and... well...

“Felix... you don’t so some sketchy illegal shit for a living right ?”

“It’s nearly impossible for me to work at the moment because of my studies. Why did you ask ?”

“Your car costs more than the apartment we are living in right now.”

With that, you discover that Felix’s father owns one of the most prominent chains of pharmaceutical companies and that he basically flee from his fathers mansion because he was pressuring Felix to take over his position in the future.

Being his puppet was not a thing to be tolerated in Felix’s book.

That being said, your domestic life with felix was pretty soft to say the least.

Cleaning together, cooking while talking about how your day went or getting to enjoy his expressions while he spilled his frustration against authors that didn’t affect him well.

Occasionally noticing the new cooking books appearing out of nowhere

and the delicious smell of food welcoming you after work, quite often than you expect.

Finally, more skinship.

One day whilst you two got through the gates of your apartment block you noticed the open doors of the elevator so instinctively you held Felix by the hand and ran into the mirrored box.

What you didn’t notice was the fact that you didn’t let go of his hand as you two went up.

From that day on Felix used every single opportunity to sneak his hand into yours.

Don’t blame him, it’s just that your hands are warm and the feeling of security that radiates from your fingertips is his medicine.

You absolutely avoided to tease or point it out to him because you knew that he would never do it again so you went with the flow.

You really enjoyed it though.

Snaking your arms around his waist while he is organizing the bookshelf. Feeling him shutter into your arms.

Nights became more and more enjoyable once he started to accompany you.

Everytime you caught him slacking on the sofa, you used his lap as a pillow.

Felix is extremely easy to figure out, mainly because he can’t hide anything.

Also, well

He is ticklish and you use his weakness against him, a lot.

Diving your fingers down to the sides of his tummy you started to tickle every possible sensitive spot you could catch on.

“Spit it out.”

“I-I wan’t you to- give me my first tattoo.”

Telling his words apart from his adorable giggles, needless to say you were ecstatic.

“Alright. What do I get in return ?”

“Name your price.”

You thoughtfully stared at the ceiling, humming as you blurted out your very obviously well thought out response.

“I want you to show me what keeps you up all night.”

You can’t be serious.

If you asked for an organ, he would’ve been more compliant.

You didn’t know what you got yourself into.

You basically asked for him to show you his ‘masterpieces’ that he showcases on AO3. Something that you were already well aware of.

“Deal ?”

“No !”

“Good ! Let’s see what you got.”

Felix anonymously contributed to the community by writing some of the most famous slow-burn stories on the web.

Just so you know, his author persona blew up thanks to the mind blowing, earth shattering smuts he wrote.

Yeah you heard that right

Smuts

Well he is fucking panicking now.

Nonetheless days kept on going as felix prayed each night to every single deity that you forgot your ‘deal’.

The days go on even if his worries don’t.

Did I say that Felix is a whimpering, whiny mess ? he struggles to stay in one position as the needle drags upon his skin.

“If you plan to keep on moving, I might as well strap you down felix. 5 more minutes and then we are done. Please behave.”

When you put it like that how can he refuse I mean you made things worse he is internally screaming at what you just said but he is not going to refuse a command when it’s given by you.

In exchange for giving him a tattoo you decide to let him give you one even though he’s inexperienced.

He’s terrified because he thinks that something would go wrong, his hand would slip or something and he would scratch that pretty skin of yours with a horrendous tattoo.

But you assured him nevertheless and offered him to draw something very minimal and easy. He accepted eventually.

As it turns out Felix is a natural. His hand is extremely steady and the tattoo turns out great.

Throughout the process he’s constantly asking if you’re hurt because he thinks that he’s doing something wrong but in fact he’s very delicate and gentle with the strokes and his touch.

You decide to be evil and use it against him. After you touch up your tattoo you lean in very closely and turn your cheek towards him.

“What are you doing ?” He stutters.

“I can’t possibly ask you to kiss my freshly made tattoo, so won’t you give me a kiss so that it heals faster.”

If his hands were steady before they weren’t now.

As soon as his lips left your cheek you held him by his wrist and pull him back close again so that you can lean in onto his ear.

“Don’t think that I’ve forgotten our deal. I am excited to see what you have in store for me tonight.” You winked.

Then the worst thing happened

The “tonight” came.

Felix was running in circles around the living room with one hand on his forehead wondering what could get worse after this.

Maybe you’ll be disgusted or scared hell if he knows.

He wanted to do nothing to harm your relationship in anyway because you and what you two have is all he ever wanted.

...and he believes that he has a tendency to ruin things.

But what happened was beyond his expectations.

Your eyes followed every single sentence throughout the screen, the white light traced your expressions as your eyebrows raised up and down and the corners of your lips inched closer to your ears. Your lower lip became a victim of your teeth’s assault.

He was so confused. Still waiting for you to lash out or make fun of him, at least.

“I used to think ‘what am I gonna do with you’ when it comes to you. Mostly out of frustration.”

Yet here you were with the laptop closed shut and your arms behind your head as you closed your eyes and groaned.

Slowly the smile plastered on your face grew.

”Now I know what to with you.”

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scintillasofbeomgyu · 3 years

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˚ · . 𝘁𝘅𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! — 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤

pairing: txt x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: tbd

a/n: I took the longest time with this, I’m so sorry anon! I tried the best I can to make it good but it still doesn’t feel quite right. anyways, I hope you enjoy!

᠃ ⚘ choi yeonjun:

this was a little tough for me to do, bc Yeonjun is the oldest member and I feel that even if they did do something that’d upset him he wouldn’t really go off? If you know what I mean

but at the same time, he is also your boyfriend and he loves you to bits and pieces

so when they were messing around this time and didn’t break just anything, but the gift that you had gotten him for his birthday

he’d try to keep his cool, but would be visibly distressed

“Ah, come on guys do you see what you’ve done?” he’d whine

Thinking about how you had saved up to get him this cologne (you loved nice smells, and nice smells + your boyfriend = yes pls), and the face you had made when you cutely insisted he only where it when he’s with you

it’d just hurt his heart so much

but at the same time Hyuka and Soobin were standing at the crime scene looking like they’d burst into tears at any given moment

he’d eventually just settle on telling them off in a serious-but-not-serious tone, and he’d make sure to remind them of this mistake every freaking day skks

he’d make them apologise to you as well, which resulted in you sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth before you hit the back of his head playfully

you’d asure them (and Yeonjun) that it was no big deal

“I’ll be buying you cologne for the rest of our lives anyway,” you’d whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek – for effect, ofcourse.

And although he’s still pretty bummed about the broken gift, man’s would just get extremely smiley and giggly cause he WEAK for you

᠃ ⚘ choi soobin:

we all know this boy about to put himself through the most sksks

he’d wear the bracelet you got him for your 2 year anniversary EVERYWHERE and blush a little each time he looked at it

(the members would drag him so bad omg)

so when Beomgyu’s piercing got caught in it while he and Yeonjun were messing around in the van on the way to the next schedule, his heart started doing laps

he tried to gently move it away, but the van hit a pothole, and the next thing he knew, the beads were scattering everywhere

even though he’s clearly not to blame, he’d so blame himself for it

“I’m so sorry, Hyung” “No, it’s okay, I should have taken proper care of it”

he’d tell everyone it’s fine and it’s not that big of a deal, but there’d be a visible dark cloud hanging over his head 24/7 and he’d be completely despondent

he wouldn’t know how to tell you, so when Yeonjun and Beomgyu eventually apologized to you, you sighed, realizing that this was the reason he’d been avoiding your calls and texting back so dryly

“It’s okay, baby,” you’d coo, running your hands through his hair and giving his scalp gentle massages as he nuzzled his head into your chest.

᠃ ⚘ choi beomgyu:

As I’m sure you can imagine, a large can of the Daegu satoori will be whipped out for this one

mans would be going through the five stages of grief as he watched Taehyun’s coffee seep into the handmade songbook that you had made for him last Christmas

they had been deciding on a title for a song that Beomgyu had initially written, but had now become a collaborative piece, when Huening had suggested that they just play rock-paper-scissors

them being them, they got way too into it, and Taehyun had accidentally knocked over his coffee onto the song in question

“H-hyung, I’m sorry...”

His heart would ache so bad omg, and he’d try and hurry and wipe the coffee off or something ugh this poor baby

I don’t feel like he’d be angry about it, but I do think that he’d be thinking about you and the amount of time and thought went into this gift and how much it meant to him to have received it from you

heck, the only reason he even used the book was because you had to convince him for weeks that it was meant to be used and not to gather dust

like Soobin, he’d also struggle to tell you about it, worried that it might hurt you which would hurt him – so he’d just resort to being playful about it and tell you in a roundabout way

“See, Y/n! This is why I didn’t wanna use it. I knew something like this would happen; I live with animals you know”

you’d just laugh it off and wrap your arms around him, knowing all too well that he more than likely cried about it before coming to tell you what had happened

he’ll NEVER let the members live it down lmaoo

“Remember that time you destroyed that gift from my girlfriend”

playfully obviously, ya know mans is a professional chain-tugger

expect that the next time you come over you’ll find that songbook framed and on a shelf in his room with a polaroid of you on the outside corner

᠃ ⚘ kang taehyun:

He really strikes me as the kind of person who wouldn’t normally get upset about something like this happening, but because it’s a gift from his s/o he’d be ticked off – at the very least

however, despite being ticked off, he wouldn’t let his emotions get the better of him.

You know our king of rationalism

He’d see the glass shatter as it hit the laminated floor of the dorm room, and he’d simply just stand there looking at it, absorbing the situation, trying the best he can to keep himself as calm as he possibly can

Yeonjun had came into the room to smother Huening with affection again, when he had accidentally knocked the watch off the dresser (it probably sent shivers down their spines as they imagines the many ways Taehyun could kill them in their sleep for this one)

“It’s okay, it’s not the end of the world,” he’d say, but really it felt like it was.

Taehyun may come off as someone who is cold, but in reality he’s just such a soft boi who’d take care of and show affection to his s/o in his own ways

he hates to see you sad

it’d break his heart to know that the first gift he had ever gotten from you was in smithereens just bc yeonjun and hyuka couldn’t sit still for five minutes sksk

he’d want to tell you right away and he’d apologize in the sincerest way possible

“I’m really sorry about this, Y/n. I’m sure you spent a lot on this gift; I should have taken proper care of it,” he’d say, eyes literally begging you to forgive him

and you’d just slip your hand into his, giving it a squeeze, before snuggling into his figure and telling him that it was an accident, and how warm it wakes you feel knowing it meant that much to him

he’d gently push you aside and frown, before planting a kiss on your forehead, “Of course it means that much to me. It’s a gift from you.”

᠃ ⚘ huening kai:

“ANDWAEEE!”

you and I both know that we can hear that

Soobin and Taehyun had been teasing him about his plushies again – his collection was growing way too big for the space which he and Taehyun were supposed to share; and even he knew that

and as per usual, every time they picked a few to give away, Huening would get really sad and be unable to part with any of them – so they decided to tease him a little

they picked the plushie they knew you had given to him (the big, fluffy pink one with the floppy ears :((( )

he’d beg them to not tease him as they tossed it amongst themselves (THIS POOR BABY PLS)

“Please be careful! It’s going to break!” he’d whine

and it did :((((

one of the ears tore, and poor Huening just stood there with upset tears rimming his eyes, looking like his world just ended oml

Soobin and Taehyun would be extremely apologetic, and like Soobin, Huening would say that it’s okay even though it isn’t; he’d probably need like an hour to himself before being himself again

oh but he’d so rat them out though lmao

“Y/n! Look what they did! They hurt our Ae-Cha!” he’d say, playfully pouting as he showed you the tear on the plushie; to which they’d simply roll their eyes while Beomgyu and Yeonjun laughed

“Oh no! Our Ae-Cha!” you’d gasp in response, pouting just as much, before giggling and taking out the needle and thread from your bag

he’d wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder as you fixed the toy, telling you every other minute how lucky he is to have such a beautiful and talented girlfriend uwu ^.^

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junowritings · 3 years

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how about before being isekai'ed to NRC mc was a vigilante? like a mix of daredevil and batman or like deadpool and red hood? imagining mc using martial arts or macgyvering unassuming everyday objects into weapons to defeat overblots instead of magic seem cool, the funniest scenario, mc using a wooden spoon, a slipper or even if you watched icarly a butter sock to hit and defeat an opponent would be hilarious

Honestly I love the idea of this scenario! Part of me always kind of wished with the overblots is that the MC would get involved somehow - I know it’d be dangerous, but who doesn’t love going a lil feral at some overblot monsters lmao ------

It’s like something straight out of a comic book. Sure, the same thing could be said about your situation - a self-made vigilante fighting to protect those close to you from idiots who think they’re smart enough to cause anything other than trouble - but getting straight up isekai’ed into another universe full of magic and fairy tale rewrites really takes the cake of weird situations you’ve gotten roped into. Guys in masks? You’ve seen them in abundance back home, so while the ‘extravagant’ nature of the headmaster is weird, it doesn’t really phase you. Being surrounded by a bunch of confused boys with vividly bright hair (and do some of those guys have razor teeth? You really don’t wanna find out if they do) and having a talking cat ranting your ear off about becoming the greatest wizard of all time...that’s around the time you figure out this isn’t just some elaborate kidnapping plot.

Being shacked up in this new world isn’t as bad a deal as you thought it would be, though going from physical fights every other week to just having to worry about classes was...an experience, to say the least, and takes a bit of getting used to in terms of putting your guard down. It isn’t long during your stay at Night Raven college that you start garnering attention too, and not just because of the circumstances surrounding your enrollment. Your way of dealing with things is a lot more physical than many of them used to; when Ace had first come to Ramshackle after being collared by Riddle, instead of asking what it was or what he’d done, you’d instead just sat him down and spent the better part of half an hour picking the lock. Granted, it wasn’t enough to crack Riddle’s magic, but Ace is pretty sure he heard something click open while you fiddled with the keyhole - and that was just a speck of some of your skills.

The physical prowess and litheness that comes from your ‘profession’ were valuable assets back in your homeworld, and while you’re not there anymore you’re still able to make use of them in this world, or you try to, at least. It makes for a hell of an entertaining sight during Ashton’s classes - you’ve just about knocked everyone in your class on their ass at least once (both intentionally and unintentionally). It’s been useful getting to lessons too, though you’ve spooked more than a few of your fellow classmates when they’ve caught you scaling the side of the building to skip the stairs and make it to class on time. You’ll never forget the shriek Ace let out when you dove through the window, skidded across the floor, and slid seamlessly into your seat right before the professor came through the door. Things like that have earned you more than a few skeptical looks, but it’s also led to more than a few people coming up to you to ask how you do it.

Just because you’re in a school setting doesn’t mean you slack off on your training. If anything, it means you have to train all the more to make sure you’re not growing rusty - you’re not about to get left in the dust just because all of these guys have wands and this ‘unique magic’ business at their disposal. That being said the lack of a fighting partner makes things difficult; when you first get settled into Ramshackle you find plenty of furniture beyond repair that you’ve been able to use, and with everything being such a cluttered mess it makes for the perfect obstacle course as you fight to clean it all up. But you’re missing your training buddies, and as much as Grim gets on your case about you being his subordinate, you’re not about to get expelled for fighting your magical feline housemate...not just yet, anyway. You do look around for some sparring partners though, and you find some pretty damn good ones in the process. Deuce is one of the first, being quite the fighter in the past, but given that it’s a skill he hasn’t actively trained it doesn’t take long for you to - quite literally - sweep his feet out from under him. Jack’s fairy competent too thanks to all of the muscle, so sparring with those two at once has given you something to bond over after school. As you got to know more students, you found a pretty good training buddy in Rook - you guess being a hunter has its perks, and isn’t that far off from being a vigilante, but it gives you one hell of a lesson to avoid getting on his bad side.

They’ve seen you make impromptu weapons out of things before - you just about took Floyd’s head off with a spatula when he’d rushed through the door unannounced, and Grim keeps finding the ends of the kitchen’s wooden utensils sharpened to a point when he sneaks down for late night snacks. You’re guessing old habits die hard, and it's tricky business completely stopping some of your more bizarre daily tasks.

Looks like those same skills come in handy when the overblots happen however! It’s not as though anyone gives you a crash course on magic overuse and overblotting, so when you see Riddle transform and watch that huge, tank of a thing start forming up behind him you have what you’d like to call, a reasonable reaction. The boys are preparing to fight their overblotted friend when a tea cake stand comes sailing overhead and nails the being behind Riddle directly in the face - or pot, you guess.

The thing is at least physical, which means you can hit it, and your friends are too preoccupied with Riddle to stop you from barging into the fray with just about every impromptu weapon you can get your hands on. Plates, cups, shoes, amongst other things shower the air as you close the distance, and at one point you end up hoisting up one of the garden chairs and swinging it up at the jar head until you have enough momentum to let go. The sound of shattering glass has you letting out a triumphant holler as you backtrack to avoid the spew of ink that spatters across the floor, cracks fanning out across the inkpot‘s surface as its hands fly up to its broken ‘face’ and it howls as though appalled by your audacity.

Whether that actually has a hand in finishing the fight or not, it isn’t long after that the overblot incident passes and Riddle collapses; however, that’s not before you get a couple more hits in, just about bringing the overblot to its knees by the time it finally dissipates for good. Once the Heartslabyul dorm leader is back on his feet and led away to rest and recover somewhere less demolished, that’s when the attention is focused back on you.

There’s more than a few comments about you getting involved in the fight when you have no magic - some comments are admonishing, telling you to be more careful and to not be so reckless; others however are more than a little intrigued by the turnout. Ace just about knocks you over when he claps his hands onto your shoulders and demands to know how the hell you learned to move like that, and Grim is more than a little puffed up bragging about how of course his lackey would be so useful. It catches you off guard - you’re so used to just doing this in your day-to-day life that having someone admonish or praise you is...nice, in a way. It reminds you of when you first took up the vigilante mantle, and you find yourself brimming with excitement at the thought. If they think what you did then was neat, just wait till you tell them about all of your escapades in your home world! You’ve got enough to keep em hooked for days.

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