#I'm working on this one that just makes me melt omggg

[2kiran]

Omggg I just found your work and I'm obsessed!! Could I maybe req ftm König getting turned on by the male reader's surprisingly deep voice? (Maybe with some overstim and/or degradation?) 👀👀

#original frame owner.

“CALL OUT MY NAME”

pairing könig x reader genre smut. drabble male reader & trans ftm könig. dom!reader x sub!könig cw lowercase typing. voice kink. german words. fingering. degradation kink. implied higher rank reader. implied overstimulation.

your deep voice was frequently a nuisance, words tumbling out of you nearly incomprehensibly. you were glad könig had his undivided attention on you whilst you spoke despite your little problem, believing it was due to his value for your opinion. however, it was a different situation.

könig had approached you, grabbing you by the forearm and pulling you away in one of the unused rooms. rushing to guide your hand to his clothed pussy, his wetness oozing through. “please, i can’t... can’t— oh, mein gott.” (my god) he gasped, as you began rubbing his clit through his boxers. “please talk.” so, you did.

he became a whimpering mess. colonel könig reduced to naught, merely a melting brain comprehending the overwhelming pleasure. you curled your fingers inside of him, slick gummy walls making the thrusts easier, “who could’ve known that you’re such a slut for me, hm? gettin’ off in plain sight knowing i’m right there? fuck, you’re so pathetic that it’s cute.” you rasp, voice shifting in an impossibly lower tone that had him whining, clenching around you in a vice like grip.

“mein schatz, ich— mmngh... bitte!” (my sweetheart, i— please) he moans, his hips rocking against your knuckles. “i bet you’ve recorded me ordering you around, leaving early so you can fuck yourself like a needy whore. i think you can even cum untouched by just listening to me.” it was enough to send him over the edge, his pussy gushing around you as he came.

he began attempting to slide himself off of your fingers, his hands weakly pushing you away as he sobbed, realizing that you weren’t going to relent for him, “i’m not done talking to you, sweetheart. that’s what you wanted.”

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[misc-obeyme]

i feel so validated and supported rn, omggg thank youuu <3 😭 ALSO YAY SOLOMAMS TRAIN!! I'M FILLED WITH IDEAS AND KEPT DAYDREAMING SCENARIOS AT WORK TODAY- I HAVE A NOTES APP SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS AU. I'd love to write it, I'm just afraid I wouldn't do my faves justice or know how to format it. Maybe interconnected drabbles?

i need to research the workings of cafes, and how food is served, because Mammon runs this place on his own. I like the idea of Mammon prepping sandwiches in the morning for the day, and waking up early to bake the pastries. There's also a "pipsqueak special" (named by Mammon, of course) every 1st and 3rd Monday of the month where there's limited cake that Luke baked over the weekend. All profits from his cakes go towards his college fund (Mammon adds extra money to his earnings without telling him).

AHAH, SPEAKING OF ME AND SOLOMON COMING IN AT THE SAME TIME... I have IDEAS. (literally inspired by my crazy day the other day)

Solomon who comes in ten minutes after opening (7:30 am?), on a Wednesday, to cram for an exam. Mammon is immediately pinching himself, his routine is off, he's not prepared and stumbles over his words. Solomon orders two coffees, no danish, and settles in. Mammon feels like the world is ending.

Two hours later, Mammon gets a text that I woke up early again (am on a three day streak) and am coming in for my usual. He knew that the record shop was going to be closed Wednesday-Friday for inventory and cleaning (he knew the shop would be closed, not because he stalks the social media page or anything in an attempt to work up the courage to visit. That would be crazyy).

He starts prepping the order, because I always show up around 24 minutes after I send it. It's routine. But now it's been 40 minutes, my drink is melting, my sandwich is cold, and Mammon feels like the world is ending once more. Solomon has not moved an inch in all this time (except to flip the page of his notes/textbook), and Mammon's eye twitches as he starts fixing up a sandwich, trying to convince himself he is NOT worried about the man. "Mammon? I didn't order a sandwich." "Yeah but ya haven't moved an inch except to flip the page of that damn notebook since you ordered your first two cups and I'm wor- I-I mean, it looks bad for business! It's been two hours, idiot." "And it's not bad business to call your customers idiots? *signature teasing Solomon smile*" "Tch. My customers enjoy the food too much to complain. They know what they signed up for, and that's what they come here for." "The food isn't the only thing they come here for." "Eh?" "Nothing. Ahaha, nothing at all."

Another twenty minutes pass, five after Solomon got his free sandwich. I finally show up out of breath, rambling about how the bus was late, then it broke down, the next one was cancelled, and I decided to walk the rest of the way. I practically collapse into a bar seat, while asking if I can still have my usual, but for here instead. Mammon short circuits, since I always take my food to go since I immediately head over to my shop once I grab my order. And I'm staring at him with my head tilted, up close for once and blinking curiously at him. And wow, my lashes are so long, and are my eyes really that dark? He notices there's gold eyeshadow on my waterline, and why am I waving my hand in front of his face- HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN STARING?! "Earth to Mams?" "*voice crack* Y-Yeah? *Coughs* I'll uh...have your usual out in a sec." 'Wait... Did she just call me Mams?' 'Oh god, I just called him Mams, what if he doesn't like that. Wait, he didn't say anything so maybe he didn't notice?? I gotta act natural. *ears are currently the brightest shade of red ever*'

Mammon feels like the world is ending again for the- He's lost count of how many times he's felt like this today (third times the charm).

And now Solomon has noticed me, coming up to make small talk. Mammon has his back turned for one second to start prepping the drink, and suddenly Solomon has moved his work and food to the bar, right next to me, planning to join me and eat together. A little break from studying should be good, right?

Mammon feels like the world is against him. The two regulars he serves who both make him feel lightheaded for different reasons, who he knows their orders like the back of his hand, but only snippets of their lives, are sitting right in front of him and giggling together like old friends. His heart is in overdrive. He's stuck behind the counter. They're both smiling at him. God help him. (tbc! ..maybe LMAO)

okayokay, hope everyone enjoyed my ramblings. this came out longer than I meant it to, as always </3

- ✨ anon

Okay, now, listen here. I am here to tell you that you will absolutely do it justice. You already have. I can tell by the amount of thought you've put into all the scenes you've described for me so far. You've practically half written it all already!

As for format, interconnected drabbles are the same thing as a full story. Well, for me, drabbles are very short almost summaries, more poetry than anything. But some of them are a little longer and more like scenes. All my fics that are either drabbles or ficlets are a single scene. When you interconnect them, they become a story. Whether you call that a fic or a short story or perhaps it even ends up closer to novella length, that just depends on you.

Stories are structured around scenes. For instance, you might write a scene where Mammon sees Solomon coming in to the cafe, only ordering two coffees and no danish, freaking out. Then your next scene is what happens two hours later, when he gets the text from you that starts the whole next part of the action. You can also change scenes every time you change viewpoint. For instance, if you were going to write a version of the first scene from Solomon's perspective.

WELL anyway, not to get all technical about writing stuff with you here lol. It's just something I like to talk about. I guess my point is that if you do want to write it, don't worry about not doing it justice or the format of it. The first thing never really goes away, so you gotta learn to write despite it. And the second thing will usually just resolve itself as you go!

Anyway, I'm loving this story about the three of you and I absolutely want to know what happens next. I love the image of both you and Solomon sitting at the bar smiling at Mammon who's busy having a meltdown about it. Absolutely amazing, it's like you're unknowingly ganging up on him and he can't take it lol. Do you somehow end up as Solomon's apprentice in this au? Or like learning something from him? Or is it just the crossing of paths continually at the coffee shop? Does Mammon ever confess to either of you??? I have to know how this resolves itself! As long as they all end up together, I'll be happy lol!

[miabebe]

Okay. Okay. So I read chapter vii--er, more like devoured--and can I just tell you my heart was in my throat when Na bi drank the damn orange juice?

(I hope my reaction gifs come through because I feel like tumblr didn't used to do that in asks?)

And the way he just answers all the questions so frankly, no serum needed? Girlbye.

"the winding key of the underworld?" <-this analogy is so *chef's kiss*

"like someone capable of being hurt" <-also so meaningful. i love this. Last chapter was exposing Kyun's soft spots, and now we're seeing hers. It's lovely.

"she knew if she asked, he would tell her and Na bi wasn't ready to hear that answer just yet." <-ugh, this is literally one of my favorite things to play with in writing. So nice to see. My heart pitter-pats. It's so human to be afraid of the truth. It's safer sometimes.

Also, my utter shock that she walks away otherwise unscathed??? It's both surprising and almost unprecedented. So much of me wanted him to ask *one* question that she'd have no choice to answer, BUT it makes him sooooooo attractive for not. It also leaves such a question lingering--did he know there was something in the juice? Was that a test of her loyalty since that's of utmost importance to him--that she is willing fall on her own sword for him? (lol, I'm reacting real-time in my reading, can you tell?) Anyway... there's only one word for that notion:

(I'm going to feel like such a jerk if these gifs don't come through, seriously.)

Mysteriously missing phones are certainly mysterious... ¬‿¬

Ooh, the self-orchestrated chill running between them. I love the angst and the unacknowledged pining (lord knows that's my wheelhouse), but oof, does it cut. It's another human thing to ask for distance and be granted it and then resent it. We all want someone to fight for us, huh? To long for us, too? It's an unfair test we put out there because we're yearning for the other person to pass--and they don't even know that's what we want. Very counterintuitive, but also I suppose that's often part of the test. Who will break first?

"Being the one left behind..." Oh, Mrs. Lee, I will hug you so tightly!

In the end, she didn't even need the truth serum to just confess everything. What an important moment on a terrible day. How meaningful. And Kyun sits there so silently and just lets her unburden her heart. As a person who has been a "Kyun" to a friend who needed to do something very similar, I know how important this is--the kind of connection it forges between people. My best friend often tells me that's what she needed from someone when she needed it most, and so this scene really resonates with me. Listening--being present--it's such a beautiful thing. <3

"waiting for her to untag me." <-what a powerful image

Such a pretty little ending to this chapter. A friendship being forged ahead of just a physical connection. I think real-life Changkyun is such a complex person. He seems the type to me who would just melt into the physical because it's easy and chemical, but to be the one who forges a meaningful link to his heart--who stays by his side and needs him but also doesn't demand anything of him--I think it takes a very particular kind of person. Na bi is a good portrayal of the type of person I think he could give his secretive heart to even irl. Great work!

(And I'm sorry for everyone who has to scroll past this monster reply on feed but what's a reader to do? What are we if we don't interact with worthwhile work???)

AHHHHH you read it omggg and I SEE ALL YOUR REACTION GIFS YAYYY

Oh Na bi drinking the juice was a terrifying moment but it was important to show her that one, Changkyun never needed any sort of coercion to tell her anything and that there was nothing he wanted from her - he never questioned or doubted anything she did, he always just let her be! In the end his nature allowed her to come to him whenever she was ready and the irony is neither of them needed the serum to come clean to each other

And two, Na bi who always felt a strong irresistible physical urge to jump him under the serums influence, for the first time was more interested in just knowing more about him - something for her to think about

Meanwhile what Changkyun has been thinking this entire time and the reasons for all his actions should be revealed after chapter 9(?) I'm gonna do a whole one just from his POV, that's gonna be super interesting and eye opening hehe

Unacknowledged pining is soooo fun, like idiots who are in love yet don't know it is such an effective trope. I'm not ready for the pining to end but its going to have to soon, these two are falling hard and fast T.T

All her life Na bi was searching for love and having it snatched from her when she was least expecting it made her incapable of ever looking for it again - Changkyun bringing back her ability to trust in someone, being there to share the burden she carried was the turning point she needed for the insane physical attraction she had to become something deep and meaningful

You're a beautiful person to have been someone's listening ear like that, your friend is lucky to have you! And I am also so lucky to have you sending such detailed notes on my work, I might have cried a little my friend

[kthecutest]

yūka!!! i just want to tell you i really love your writing you’re one of my favorite keiy writers here and i'm so thankful that you write for &team 🫶 i'm always looking forward to your works~ i hope you aren't too hard on yourself. you're doing your best and i'm so proud of you! ilyyy you're also so sweet and nice and i want to be your friend but i'm too shy so i'm just here hiding behind an anon 🤭

Awww omggg my heart melted so much reading this (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) ❤❤❤

I'm so happy to hear that you love my writingsss! Genuinely speaking i myself don't even find them all that top-notch but every time i hear these feedbacks I'm so happy i could cry ( ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Please you're calling me sweet??? You're the sweetest here! (இ///இ`｡)

And of course we can be friends! >< I'd love to be friends with such a sweet person like you! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟidm even if you hide as an anon (๛ ˘ ³˘ )♡

P.S I luv you too!! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

Oh also is there any emoji that you wanna stand for anon? I wanna make it easier so that I won't have to keep guessing who it is, if you keep sending asks in the future (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

[ventismacchiato]

HELLO HELLO october has been nice so far I'm so excited for the autumn and I've been putting off reading much of btl after finishing jptp bc I love ur smaus sm they make me giggle and kick my feet frfr 🤭🤞💖💖💖

LITERALLY ENTERED THIS SCARA THEMED GIVEAWAY THING AND WINNERS WERE ANNOUNCED ON THE FIRST...lo and behold I was one of them!!!! 🎉🎊🎉🎊

so now I'm really in the mood to catch up on ur stuff + read jptp bc I've been saving it for a rainy day <3 idk if this sounds silly but I just love saving my favorite writers' works to read later so I can like enjoy and savor them⁉️

like idk I'm just feeling super excited to delve back into the kaiverse™ and make the scara brainrot turn into the brain epidemic. it's like when u save ur fav part of the meal for last or smth and later when u get back to it it's like yessss ty for the feast 💕!!!

- 🍈 anon

ur so cute hello???

omg also congratz what did you win?

yes i def know what you mean i’ve been putting off a few books and shows for the right weather and shit so i can enjoy it but i’m so flattered ur saving mine OMGGG

kaiverse™ is so adorable i’m gonna melt, hope u enjoy :3

[gojosattoru]

figurine anonie back! I decided to get the lookup ones since they won’t get shipped/released until may of next year anyway so by then the purchase amount would have already been forgotten about/paid off the amount since I’m a working college student ^^🥰🥰🥰

Do you have any figures/want any figures? I personally wish there were more bleach nenos or if I had a look up figure of like byakuya I would cry Sjsjsjksks sorry for geeking but I only have one irl who collects figures so it’s nice to geek out over them 💕🥺🥺

oohhh that's awesome anonie!!! i'm so happy you choose the look up figures hehe they're simply the cutest!! ^^ hope they will arrive well when you get them and have fun with them bby!! just adore the way they look!! so so adorableee!! <333333 oh!! i used to buy some figures some years ago, now i don't buy that much, sometimes i get some fav character plushies <333 they are so cute!! hehe i still have a miku from vocaloid, setsuna from gundam 00, katekyo hitman reborn (all chibi figures), totoro one aaand i have a two sebastians from kuroshitsuji hehe and i have a fushiguro megumi and a gojo plushies <33333 they are my precious treasure! <33333 omggg a look up byakuya would be so coooool!! i hope they make one of him soon >//////< i would totally melt if they do!! i would love to buy more figures but for now i don't gain that much money >.< would love to buy some genshin merchandise shgdcvhs!! oh no!! no need to be sorry darling, it's always nice to be talking with you guys!! i really love to get these messages of your tastes and ask mine and we get to talk about a bit of fandoms <333 please never hesitate to send me messages hehe!! really thankies for sharing this with me dear anon!! <333 hehe *hugs* made me smile lots~

[the-meest-me-ill-ever-be]

We've known each other for a short time. Truth is, we've been exchanging glances for a while now, though I didn't notice when it started. We seem like two children - when one looks, the other looks away, and sometimes a shy blush appears on our faces. We've only worked together a few times, but we've grown comfortable enough to start talking.

"Hello! /Good afternoon!/ How are you?" We're always interested in each other. But today… it was different.

"Hello!" I exclaimed. "I heard you got a big case?"

His position on the desk was odd. He was sprawled across it, arms crossed, as if he was melting, becoming one with the furniture.

"Yes," he replied in a weak voice. "I have to leave for Europe in a week."

"Uh-huh?"

My gaze moved to the side. It was a strange pain to know that he would be far from here… Not because I like him… or at least… that's what I thought…

"Don't worry about me," he exclaimed as he sat up straight in his chair. "I'll be fine, and I'll be back very soon… You'll see…"

"Oh… okay… we'll miss you…"

He smiled broadly, his white and perfect teeth and his brown hair shining in front of my eyes. I could say he almost looked like a model… I noticed the flush in his cheeks, and my own face began to heat.

"Will you miss me?" he asked, surprised.

I felt a rush of stupidity, not knowing how to answer that question.

"Yes… after all… I've become used to seeing you when I come to the Bureau, Mr. Kennedy…" I answered without thinking, almost automatically. I think all the awkwardness in the world came down on me then. He just genuinely laughed.

"Okay! That's good to know" he murmured.

"Oh!"

It was the best I could do in terms of modulation. I was embarrassed to admit something so directly. I know I can be a little awkward on a personal basis, but he is an excellent professional. He survived a zombie apocalypse in Racoon City and I'm just a rookie… At that second, I just wanted to be swallowed by the ground. He looked at his watch.

"Well… I have some errands to run regarding my upcoming job… See you tomorrow!"

"Huh…"

I mumbled. The rest of my day was complete crap. They only have me for errands… like the good rookie that I am… but when I got to my locker in the afternoon, magic happened. It was a simple folded sheet of paper.

"You've got to be kidding…it's like high school all over again…" I unfolded it with the intention of recognizing the handwriting. I wasn't expecting more than a single sentence, like "stupid" or "trash" or even something stupid for tying to make me quit… But to my surprise…

"Hi… I hope this doesn't make me seem like a total loser… but… I have the feeling that you look at me as much as I look at you… Doesn't it seem like we're being a little silly? But… the moment you admitted that you actually like to see me, I had the urge to go crazy and start a friendship with you...

Well… however, we should let things flow… because… I know exactly what I feel about you Are you clear on that too?

If you want to date, call me"

He left his number at the bottom of the page…but my eyes were only fixed on his signature:

Leon S. Kennedy

Omggg I love this🥺♥️♥️😭

[carlplsrailme]

when are you going to post? Not trying to give u pressure but ur fics are literally amazing<33

oh no, it's totally fine!! <3 I should be posting some things for you guys really soon! I just got a wave of new requests so I'll need to do some digging before I get started, but some that were sent in a while ago should be uploaded any day! thank you so much for reading my fics! mwaah! 💞

[wortverlust]

Your work is just incredible ????? I am IN LOVE with your Levi like my heart just melt 😭

The Shower series ???? Where he cries ????? Sorry ?? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME omggg 😭😭😭😭 my soft baby Levi I cannnt

Thank you for making these sketches come to life you really made my day !! I spend like 2hours on your blog looking at every one of them lmao

Also I didn’t see anywhere that request were closed so I’m taking a shot but ignore this if I didn’t understand correctly ! I was just wondering if you could include a reader who’s taller than Levi (cause my man is short I mean, lots of girls are his height and above). Idk I always pictured him with a taller s/o with all the funny dynamic that’d come with it lmao

Hope you have a great day, you got yourself a new fan here 🥰🥰

Anon...I'm literally sobbing from your unbelievable kind words. Thank you SO VERY much <333 so very VERY MUCH???

So...let's have one sketch with a taller reader (related to these 6 parts TW for the link: mention of death)

[tired-biscuit]

okay put dilf!Kiba????? having a??? corruption kink?????????

i think you've unlocked something in me and idk how to feel about it 😭😭

first off, you writing 10k+ words in a few days is literally so impressive, like i don't know if you know how much of a feat that really is. ig it especially seems that way to me cuz i just wrote a abt 2.5k madara thing and it took me like, a month.

but seriously tho. and to have it turn out as immaculate and heavenly as it did?? the writing gods have truly blessed thee. ur literally like the chosen one.

i like all the y/n characters u've created but i especially loved this one. i could literally envision her soooo well. pouty, cute, mischievous, innocent-like-but-not-actually-innocent? wait a minute miss biscuit this is starting to sound a little bit like you 🤨🤔

also Jun seems so precious i literally love her

also when kiba was like "Thirsty huh?" Like YES SIR HOW DID U KNOW 🥵🥵

omggg also also when he was like "Did you swallow it?" I literally had to shut my laptop for a good five minutes and do breathing exercises before opening it again and continuing bc i didn't expect that but also??? THE TENSION HELLO??

i think it's better i don't comment on the actual smut part, for fear that we'll be here all day but i just want to comment on the difference between a man and a boy knowing that too tight wasn't a good sign. like omg only u can get me all soft in the middle of a fuckin' sex scene 🥹🥹

and the freaking aftercare, kiba tryna clean the dress and stuff like a clumsy cutie and also being kinda insecure because he's divorced and his wife left him for another man and just ughh u scored again with kiba's personality. i stand by what i said when i said that u are the official kiba writer and not Kishimoto.

i feel so goddamned happy that i got to know u and ur writings cuz ur one of the few super talented authors that i know of and like,,, out of all the millions of profiles out there i happened to stumble on urs and just seriously

its a gift

ps. pls excuse my use of many question marks i have lost my ability to function and it's entirely ur fault 😤

help, i'm crying 😭 miyu, you're too sweet, my heart is melting into a tiny puddle inside my chest!!

i wrote like 6k words today cos i FINALLY got my day off work and i'm actually really pleased with how this specific one-shot turned out. it might be one of my faves, dilf!kiba is just really sweet and mature, despite that you can't really tell that by the end of the story. idk why i made him soft. it just seemed fitting. :')

i'm sad that he doesn't have a daughter in canon. i tried to give jun a bit of 'persona' to not make her seem so bland, but you might be looking at my first OC, perhaps? ��� i'd definitely need to work on her characterization more, but so far i actually like how quirky and bold she is. just like her daddy.

as for kiba and me writing for him, thank youuuu. i'm trying to turn this blog into a mostly kiba-oriented one, 'cause i feel he doesn't get enough love out there. not that i won't post about other characters, it's just that i wanna make this a safe space for kiba girlies who usually get hate for liking a character with one jutsu, lmfao :')

and who told you i wasn't innocent? 🤨 i'm literally a saint? have you seen me? hello?

ALSO NOT YOU COMPARING ME TO Y/N, LIKE OKIEEEE, i'd like that. dilf!kiba can throw me around the room all he wants, hehe. 🥰

i really enjoyed writing the tension between them. how he's hesitant and awkward after it's done. how they both know it's complex. it was my first 'controversial' piece and i thoroughly enjoyed making it.

thank you for such a nice message!! sending hugs your way, and can't wait to read your madara story 💛

[glazelilyy]

OMGGG LMAO it It’s wind anon here— I was the one that sent that ask for subtle!! This was before I identified myself but OH MY GOD SCARA IS SO SOFT I LOVE HIMMMMM your writing is gorgeousssss I want to wrap myself up in a blanket of your words

omg hi wind nonnie!! :D AAA THANK YOU FOR SENDING THAT REQ TO ME i adore the types of characters that are rough and hard to approach but melt in their s/o's arms eeeeee just makes me happy yk mwehehehe >:D and your req gave me the perfect opportunity to write that!! im always happy to make scaramouche a romantic mess for his lover hehe

AAAA THANK YOU!!! /)////(\ i'm always trying to have confidence in my stuff and it's nonnies and lovely users like yourself that give me reason to see value in my works, so thank you!!! <3 i'm so happy you enjoyed it, it was relaxing to finally write something i wanted to write after 3 months of nonstop essays and assignments hehe :P

i hope you're doing well wind nonnie!! i'll keep working on my scara drafts just for you and the many scara simps that interact with me :D

[ajokeformur-ray]

Could you do headcanons of J with soft reader? Like someone who's really sweet and compliments him all the time? I'm curious with how he'd react lol. Feel free to ignore this

I hope that you enjoy omggg~ 💜 J deserves so much love and I adore the idea of him being who he is and then melting over his s/o ksksksk.

Also, did I reference 10 Things in this piece? Yes, yes I did.

WC: 1, 145.

There’s the mass murdering, terrorising clown which Gotham knows, and then there’s the clown you know. 

You’re the only one who gets to see the subtle but loud and important difference. 

J keeps you safe and protected; no one knows he has a partner because if they knew, you could be kidnapped.

He keeps you in the dark about who he is and what he does, too - he can’t risk you giving anything away. 

J doesn’t doubt you or your ability to protect him in the ways he’ll allow, but he also doesn’t want to give people a reason to target you if somehow they find out about what you have together.

He protects what’s his, the things which he owns, and you’re included within that, though you’re your own person.

Even so, being with J isn’t easy. He’s gone all hours of the day and night, he disappears for days on end without saying anything, he’s a general grump and it’s almost impossible to discern any kind of pattern to his behaviours. 

J can say one thing and do another in the same moment, but through all of this unpredictability, throughout all of the difficulties in reading him and not fully knowing his mood, for all his ideas, for all the ways he could bring Gotham to its knees with a few pushed buttons, for all the ways he could run the city if he wanted to, for all the ways the world is a bad joke and he’s just another punchline, there’s one thing which J does take seriously.

You.

You are J’s greatest and most urgent priority always.

You’re soft. You’re sweet (though you have a darker edge to you which most people underestimate; therefore giving you an advantage in any given situation) and you always compliment J. 

If there’s a reason you can find to compliment J, you’ll use it to its fullest extent. 

“Your greasepaint looks crispy today, J.” When he finally leaves the bathroom an hour after he went in there.

There’s pools of water everywhere, his soaking wet towel in a messy puddle atop his dirty clothes, and the sink is covered in greasepaint. 

Rivulets of red, white and black all blend and merge together as they drip down into the drain and you despair at the state of your bathroom, but that can wait for when J leaves, as always he does.

 His suit is clean and full of weapons, grenades and the like and his hair is fluffy. You want to run your hands through it. He knows that look in your eye and he groans, a drama queen is he, but he bends at the waist and allows you that luxury. 

So feline is he, too, that his eyes slide closed as he leans into your fingers - he does enjoy the things you do to and for him, don’t let his grumpy persona fool you.

“All right, let me, ah - let me go. I got some busi-ness to attend to.” 

And then he’s gone - but he’ll come back. 

J always comes home to you. It’s an unspoken but mutual promise. He knows you worry, he knows you care, and he shows his appreciation for that by keeping himself as safe as he can even when he’s carrying on as normal - he has a reason to go home, now. 

“You’re so beautiful.” This one always makes J scoff, though he doesn’t say much of anything in return of the compliments you give him. 

He accepts them with his silence, even if he’s disbelieving. 

One of the things which J loves about you is that you tell the truth.

If you feel the urge to tell someone you love them, you do it. 

He never questions your compliments, but the most you’ll get out of him is a grunt.

Sometimes... sometimes you’ll say something which is so brutal in honesty but it’s something which even J hadn’t noticed about himself.

He’s got a sharp eye, an even sharper tongue which can cut like the blades he favours, and a mind which is running in multiple directions all at the same time, but even so... you can floor him sometimes.

“Your eyes have a little green in them.” J grunts in acknowledge and then freezes when he is forced to wonder when he’d let you get so close to him, both physically and in other ways. 

J didn’t even realise that he had green in his eyes and when he’s passing a shop window later, he checks his reflection and sees that you were right.

His mangled lips quirk upwards imperceptibly, the gesture hidden by those scars you know well and love so dearly, and he makes sure to snag you a gift on his way home. 

He’ll even skip a few of his ideas just to get home to you sooner.

That’s how J thanks you for loving him, for being there for him and, above all else, for being you:

He’ll protect you. Defend you. Let you hold him when it’s late at night and you just want him there beside you. 

He’ll wind an arm around you when you’re crying and tug you onto his lap. “Shush, shush, shush. I got’cha, Y/N.” His tone is slightly gruff but his full lips press kisses to your forehead, your temple, with an exaggerated mwah as he pulls away, trying to make you laugh.

J lets you cuddle him, climb into his lap. He’ll wrap his trench around you when you’re crying or when you’re napping and you fell asleep without a blanket. He’ll kiss your forehead before he goes in the mornings, he’ll kiss you so firmly when he comes home that you forget your own name. He’ll laugh when you cry because you love him so much it hurts...

J is there for you, his soft and sweet Y/N, and he loves you - he won’t ever say it, but there’s one constant you can rely on with J, and that’s his actions.

People lie with their words, but with their actions... they don’t.

Gotham knows The Joker. The city knows the name, the reputation, but only you know the man beneath the greasepaint, beneath the mystery and the literal and metaphorical layers.

You’ve been through so much in your life but through it all, you’ve stayed you. Your courage and bravery in loving someone as openly as you do is one thing, but for J to be the one you devote your life to, and so sweetly, knowing who he is and what he does?

J’s overall baffled, but he dares not to question it and though he’s rough and there’s so much about him which doesn’t work in a relationship, he stays with you, he stays, and you stay, too.

For every joker needs an ace up their sleeve.

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첫눈 (the first snow) | lee felix

lee felix x female reader

genres: romance, fluff

warnings: none

this was requested by @vickyxmelonlove thank you so much for requesting this! I'm sorry that it took so long to write this and that it’s so short, but still i hope you like it :) and merry christmas everyone!! this is kind of like a christmas special hehe

foreword;

“Do you believe in it? That if you’re out in the first snow with someone you’ll find true love with that person?”

“No, it’s just plain superstition that your kdramas exploit to make money.”

Felix Lee had never been a believer in superstition.

Certainly not Korean superstition. There was one in particular, your favourite one, that he scoffed at on countless occasions whenever you told him about it— that if you’re out in the first snow with someone you’re romantically interested in, true love will blossom between you two.

Having been born and bred in Australia, it both fascinated and cracked him up that such superstitious beliefs existed. It cracked him up even further when he found out that you, an 18-year-old teenage girl only a few months younger than him, actually believed in those superstitions. He thought people his age tended to be cynical and challenge such old-fashioned notions.

That was until he met you.

He remembers the first time he met you. He had just moved to Korea, because his parents had suddenly woken up one day feeling like they needed to get back in touch with their roots, and they figured it would do him good to mingle around his Korean family more so he’d feel more connected to his Korean heritage or whatever. He was still feeling bitter about it; he missed his friends in Australia, he didn’t like Korean food, and he hated his Korean name. His relatives insisted on calling him Yongbok even though he introduced himself as Felix— apparently his English name was too exotic, too strange on the tongue to his aunts and uncles whom he never even knew existed. He had been at home while the rest of his family was out doing more visiting, feeling miserable and homesick.

The doorbell rang and he reluctantly got up, dragging himself to the door before yanking it open. He was about to say a quick ‘hi and no thank you’ in case the person were a salesman but instead it was you, a girl around his own age, your hair in pigtails, shirt so long it reached your knees.

You smiled at the handsome boy in front of you and stretched out your hand for a handshake.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. My parents heard that you guys just moved in and they asked me to invite your family over for dinner tonight.”

It was as simple as that, a mere neighborly gesture, and then you two became inseparable.  

You were the first friend he made in Korea. Since you two lived right next to each other, hangouts were as simple as Netflix and popcorn, and occasionally you forced him to watch Kdramas with you despite his vehement protests. You helped him with Korean, kept him up to date on all the latest trends and hottest hangout spots in Korea, took him out on tours of the city, and he told you stories about life in Australia.

You had been friends for three years now, and though you both would never admit it, you both knew you were best friends. You told each other your dreams, your fears, your complexes, things you never thought you’d tell a soul or even speak aloud. It’s strange how this boy who just moved from Australia could understand you better than your other friends whom you grew up with since you were in diapers.

And it was obvious how much you mattered to him; you were the first friend he made in Korea, the one who made him finally feel at home in this country. The one who extended a hand of friendship and made him feel welcome and accepted as a foreigner. Because of you, Felix stopped wishing every day that he could go back to Australia; he was content to make Korea his home, as long as you were with him.

One night, you two were seated on the couch in Felix’s apartment, his family having gone to Busan to visit some relatives. You were watching Goblin with him, a drama that never failed to make your heart melt, and never failed to make him fall asleep within the first episode.

“You idiot— wake up, it’s the scene of the first snow!”

Felix, having watched this drama with you so many times he could practically recite their lines, groans. You always get excited whenever this scene came up, where the male and female lead would kiss under the falling first snow, but he could never comprehend your excitement over such a cheesy scene.

“Great. Thanks for waking me up from a perfectly nice nap just for this,” he complains, but he lays his head on your lap, props his feet up and decides to keep his eyes open just for your sake. He knows how much you love this scene, and he knows you love it even more when he watches it with you.

“It’s so beautiful,” you murmur, hands unconsciously wandering to Felix’s curly locks, playing with them and smoothing out tangles. Felix hums in contentment.

“Do you believe in it? That if you’re out in the first snow with someone you’ll find true love with that person?”

“No, it’s just plain superstition that your kdramas exploit to make money.”

“Shut up, Yongbok,” you say, knowing that he hates it when you call him by his Korean name, and reaches up to pinch your cheek in mock annoyance.

“I want a confession like that,” you moan, pointing sulkily at the television. Felix rolls his eyes, waiting for you to launch into your customary lamentation about being forever alone and remaining old spinster your whole life, but then you suddenly grow oddly quiet. When he looks up, he realizes that you’re not even watching the show anymore. Instead, your gaze is drawn to outside the window, a faraway look in your eyes.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Just, you know.” You sigh, unsure of how to start.

“C’mon, tell me what’s wrong,” Felix says, sitting up attentively and turning your face towards him. The troubled look in your eyes worries him.

“It sounds so stupid, but… I want to fall in love.”

“You want to what?”

“I want to know what it feels like to love someone. I want to build snowmen and have snowball fights and watch the first snow with someone I love. And… I’ve confessed several times to serious crushes that I’ve had, but I get rejected every time. I don’t even know why— am I really that unattractive?” You laugh, trying to play it off as a silly joke, but then Felix detects the underlying seriousness in your voice and he knows that you’re not really joking. And this is the first time you’re talking to him about your love life, which intrigues him because you’ve always kept quiet about it.

A part of him feels a little upset that you wanted to fall in love with someone else— wasn’t he enough for you? Then again, he didn’t even begin to hope that you would view him in a romantic light. You saw him as a friend and nothing else.

“You’re not unattractive. Y-You’re really pretty,” Felix stammers, praying that you wouldn’t notice the redness searing across his cheekbones.

“Maybe it’s my personality then,” you sigh, completely missing the hint.

“What? No! You’re amazing, Y/N. If no one wants you I’ll keep you all for myself, so don’t even worry about being left on the shelf,” he says, joking, but also not really.

You pout and look away from Felix, unable to hide your gloominess.

“But come on, why didn’t you ever tell me about this?” Felix asks, a little hurt that you never confided in him earlier.

“I don’t know… it just seemed so stupid. Like I’m desperate for a boyfriend. But I just want to know what love feels like.”

Felix can’t bear seeing you so upset. He pulls you into a big bear hug, caressing your hair gently.

“You’ll find love soon, I promise.”

—

y/n: felix

y/n: LEE YONGBOK

Felix: WHAT

y/n: i have a crush and i think he likes me too

y/n: i’m gonna confess tmrw i think it’s finally gonna work out well omggg wish me luck!!

Felix: if he rejects you he’s blind don’t worry babygirl

Felix: but

Felix: (deleted message)

y/n: BUT WHAT

Felix: nothing atb!!

—

But I can’t say that I’ll be happy if you do get a boyfriend.|

—

Felix is going sick with worry.

You haven’t answered any of his calls or texts in the last 24 hours, and when he tries ringing your apartment no one answers.

He wonders if this has something to do with you confessing to your crush. What if you did get rejected? His heart plummets with panic at the thought.

Though he couldn’t imagine why on earth anyone would reject you. You were cute, hilarious, caring, and a great person overall. And if he had the guts to confess to you earlier, he suddenly thinks, his heart sinking with self-reproach, then maybe you would have been happier.

He takes to the streets to find you, feeling personally responsible for you. He had to make sure you were okay no matter what.

It’s a terribly cold day, and the wind is harsh and biting, slapping at his cheeks uncomfortably. With his hands in the pockets of his topcoat, he walks briskly on the sidewalk, keeping his eyes peeled for you. He remembers the weather reports forewarning that the first snow would fall any day now. He thinks that today would be a terrible day for that to happen, with you missing.

Just as he’s about to turn into the street where your favorite cafe was, hoping to find you there, he sees a lone hooded figure walking towards his direction from a dark alley. He recognizes your cartoon tote bag hanging from your arm and he calls out to you immediately.

“Y/N!”

You look up and he immediately runs over to you, and without thinking twice, crushes you to him in a tight embrace. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your honey-and-milk shampoo that always reminded him of caramel popcorn.

“Hey, where the heck did you go? Do you know how worried I was?”

That’s when he pulls away and notices that your eyes are red-rimmed, traces of wetness around the lids.

“Did it not go well?” He sighs, before removing his scarf and wrapping it around your neck, securing it tightly before proceeding to take your hands in his.

“It’s just as well,” he mutters unthinkingly. Then his words dawn on him and when he sees the expression of shock on your face, he recoils. “N-No, I didn’t mean it that way! Shit, I’m so sorry—,”

“Felix,” you say, your voice a mere whisper, “look.”

Felix looks upwards, following the direction of your gaze.

Petals of soft, white snow drift downwards in alluring spiral-like motions, twirling gracefully through the air, flirting coquettishly with the wind, before finally coming to rest on your upturned palms and forming white specks in your hair.

“The first snow,” you whisper in awe, enchanted by the sight.

Through the falling snow, you sneak a gaze at Felix. He looks absolutely ethereal, with the snow falling around him and creating soft white flecks in his bright copper hair. His eyes twinkle with a certain unidentifiable emotion that you can’t quite put your finger on, and the way he smiles at the sight around him makes your heart melt. How had you never noticed how good-looking Felix was before?

And as you stare at him amidst the falling first snow around you, it suddenly hits you. It hits you, clear as day, bright as the sun. The one you’d been looking for this whole time, the one you’d been destined to find true love with, has been right by your side this whole time.

“I-I have something to tell you,” Felix suddenly says, interrupting you from your hazy daze of swirling thoughts.

“Maybe this is a sign,” he says, gesturing to the falling snow around him, “maybe… we were destined to be true lovers. I love you, Y/N, and I have for a long time now.”

You’re too stunned to speak.

Finally, you manage to choke out a, “I-I thought you didn’t believe in superstition.”

“I don’t believe in superstition, but I believe in us,” Felix says, before instantly turning red. “God, that was so cheesy, what the heck was I—,”

And that’s when something in your heart clicks, shattering all your inhibitions, your fears of never being able to fall in love, and you step forward and press your lips against his, tangling your hands in his hair.

It takes him less than a second to respond, and soon he’s kissing you back, lips moving tenderly against yours, his hands roaming your back, fuelled by a desire to be as close to you as possible.

It feels like absolute magic, and you feel a flurry of fireworks explode in your heart, giddy elation and sheer euphoria coursing through your veins.

You feel him smile through the kiss and you smile too, finally pulling away from him and letting him rest his forehead on yours as he wraps his arms around you tightly, hugging you close to him.

“Thank you,” you breathe, as the chilly embrace of the fluffy snow wraps around you both, “for making my dream come true.”

“Maybe it’s time to start believing in superstitions after all. Or maybe I’m just psychic. I did tell you that you’d find love soon,” Felix says, and you both laugh, your laughter like the melodic sound of tinkling windchimes in the cold wind. 

So this, you think to yourself, this is what love feels like.

a/n; i actually had the privilege to be able to witness the first snow in korea this year, and it was really beautiful <3 snow was falling one morning when i woke up and it was so thick that apparently it set a new record or something;; it was a really special experience for me ^^ but walking around the slippery, icy ground in sneakers was NOT fun lmao

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NikMik: hi! caught up with "somebody that i used to know" yesterday & left a bunch of reviews. i just wanted to apologize in case all the questions i asked or the requests for things i wanted to see in the story came across as obnoxious. i didn't mean to demand a bunch of things, i just got really into the story. i'm a huge fan! i trust that whatever you come up with for this story will be great! :)

oh my gosh DO NOT EVER APOLOGIZE literally the first thing i thought when i saw your name was “OMGGG SHE STILL READS MY FICS I”M SO EXCITEDDDD” I always love your reviews like, they give me so much inspiration and make me feel all warm and fuzzy and i was SCREECHING at work when I got them. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL SO SPECIAL THANK YOU!!!

So this didn’t actually make it into the fic because it would have made the poker chapter too long, but here’s the scene of the next morning that didn’t make it into the fic.

The next morning she woke to a knock on her and Bonnie’s hotel room door. They were finishing up Vicki’s bachelorette weekend with a brunch at a nice restaurant before everyone went home and back to work the next day, and Caroline had been looking forward to sleeping until the last possible minute.

She was even more confused when she opened the door to see no one there, though when she looked down she saw a package on the mat, her name written on the label in beautiful calligraphy.

“Bonnie,” she called, picking up the package and turning back to walk into the hotel room. “I got a package.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know,” Caroline said, inspecting it carefully before pulling the card out from under the tie holding it down. “Should I open it?”

Bonnie nodded, scooting closer to read over Caroline’s shoulder as she opened the envelope to reveal a sketch of her looking at a hand of cards, a smirk playing at her lips. She suddenly knew exactly who it was from, and she nearly groaned.

“What?”

“I think this is the casino guy,” Caroline muttered. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the card.

Dear Caroline,

I found myself intrigued by you at our meeting, and I do hope you’d be amenable to a date with me sometime this week. My cell number is enclosed with your dress.

Fondly,Klaus

Stalker, much?

“What is it?” Bonnie repeated, and Caroline sighed, trying to push down the weird disappointment that Klaus had returned the dress.

“Yeah, it ‘s the casino owner who caught me card counting, apparently. He sent me back my dress.”

“Sent you back your dress?”

“Yeah. We played strip poker,” Caroline said, trying to fight down the flush building in her cheeks, and Bonnie seemed to choke on air.

“Strip poker?”

“Yeah. I won.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Caroline muttered, stuffing the card back in the envelope and setting it aside.

“How did he know where you were staying? Did you tell him? Is he stalking you?”

“No, no, and hopefully not,” she said, easing the paper of the package open and pulling out a beautiful red dress, the nude silk fabric under the lace melting like water on her fingers.

“That’s not your dress,” Bonnie said unnecessarily, and Caroline nodded silently in agreement, checking the tag.

Fuck.

“I can’t keep this,” she said, fingering the delicate lace. “This is too much.”

“Text him and tell him you want the gift receipt,” Bonnie said, flopping back down on the hotel bed, her bright mismatched socks clashing with the pale floral pattern of the quilt.

“Good idea,” Caroline muttered, digging through the tissue paper to find his card.

[Caroline]: Thank you for the dress, but I can’t accept it. Should I mail it back to the return address?

[Caroline]: This is Caroline btw

She only had to wait a few seconds before the dots indicating that he was typing a response popped up.

[Klaus]: Hello, love.

She waited for him to type another message, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Getting impatient, she texted him back.

[Caroline]: Hi

[Caroline]: So about the dress

[Caroline]: How do you want me to return it

[Klaus]: I don’t.

[Klaus]: Is it not to your taste? I can send another.

[Caroline]: I meant I can’t accept a gift like that from someone I barely know.

[Klaus]: Get to know me then.

[Caroline]: Seriously??

[Klaus]: Yes.

[Klaus]: If you’d like you’re welcome to return it to me at the end of our date.

[Caroline]: Oh, can I?

[Caroline]: Gee, thanks

[Klaus]: Yes.

[Klaus]: How do you feel about musicals?

[Klaus]: Cabaret is playing. Are you a fan?

She bit her lip, her eyes narrowing. Stalker Klaus clearly did his homework, and she was severely tempted.

[Caroline]: Did you google me???

[Klaus]: Of course.

[Klaus]: Is that a yes?

It only took her a few seconds to decide.

[Caroline]: Yes.

[Klaus]: Excellent! Thursday at eight, then? Perhaps the dress I sent would be appropriate attire?

The bastard had totally planned this.

[Caroline]: Fine.

She didn’t end up returning the dress, but only because it wasn’t wearable by the time the night was over.