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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years

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dating a faceless streamer/youtuber; mcyt x reader

+ this was a request, but it got deleted in my drafts ;-; sorry!

dream:

since he is also a faceless youtuber

he’s very understanding of keeping your privacy

and whatever reason you have to not reveal your face, he respects it

he knows what it’s like to have people tell him to face reveal

sometimes his voice will just appear in the back of your streams/videos

like in sapnap’s with the question about one direction

and chat is like, how long has he been here?????

the two of you would hint at a face reveal

and then after weeks brush it off like it was nothing

because you like to torture the fans, I guess🙄

because dream never has a face cam on

he has the perfect seat for you on his lap whenever he streams/films

and the same thing goes for when you film/stream; he’ll be sitting right next to you with his hand in yours or on your thigh

you’re known as the faceless couple

georgenotfound:

it really doesn't bother him at all that you’re a faceless streamer/youtuber

I don't see him as the type to post a whole lot of pictures with his s/o anyways

or something along those lines

so it wouldn't make a big difference to him

would just think it was funny to tease chat about knowing what you look like, when they don't

and then having them just hear you voice in the background of his videos sometimes

but not actually seeing you

he kinda likes that your relationship is more concealed

and that it’s harder for people to come at you when they don't know what you look like exactly, just because he’s dating you

because that would honestly be his biggest worry when revealing your relationship

so he’s happy that’s one less worry :)

sapnap:

does everything to not get people to beg for a face reveal

he doesn't want people to put that kind of pressure on you

especially if they go after you for it just because you're dating him

like, he will make a video about it if he has to

or tweet about it

the last thing he wants is for the fake fans to try and reveal your face or other things about you

when clearly that’s what you wanna keep private

that being said, he’d do so many streams with you

wether it’s gong against each other, or being on the same team

you always have so much fun together

even if you're literally in the same room together

if his face cam is on, he’d look over at you every now and then and send you a smile or some shit like that

there’s some pretty cute moments - expect a compilation

badboyhalo:

bad would be really proud to have an s/o who did youtube/streamed

and he would for sure help you out if you ever needed him to!

like with coding

or just general growth in your channel

wouldn't really care if you showed your face or not - whatever you're happy with makes him happy

he would just make sure that you never felt pressured to show your face

he knows people out there can be meanies

and come for you just because you don't show your face

and he’d always be there to talk to about it if it ever stressed you out

he would also make sure that you didn't hide your face because you didn’t like it or something like that

and if that was the case, you bet he’d be reassuring you

calling your all kinds of sweet things and show you lots of love

he takes lots of pictures of his two favourite girls

you and rat, of course (without showing your face, obviously)

technoblade:

he actually really likes that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

like, he doesn't notice how much he likes it

before he realises all of the times you'd sneaked some hand-holding while streaming, or shared little kisses when on mute wouldn't have been possible if you both didn't show your faces

you’d share these secret glances when streaming/filming together

and no one would even know about it

sometimes his chat hears a little talking in the background from you

but techno just brushes it off like you weren't sitting right next to him the entire time

and vice versa

he also just stays with you when you're working

sharing small touches and words

chat also notice eventually how much you gush over each other without noticing

it happens A LOT more than you realise

especially from his side🤭

wilbur soot:

okay so

I think wilbur would have a hard time not showing you off to stream every second of the day

he would just always talk about you and want you there with him in his streams

and miss your touch after 5 minutes of being apart

but would be totally respectful of you wanting to remain faceless

he would just talk to you from an angle where chat couldnt see you

but yeah, he loves that you do the same type of job as him

and most of all, you motivate each other on days where you can't be bothered to even get out of bed

you’re definitely that couple that everyone makes cute compilations of

and that everyone strives to be

chat loves you, what more can I say

corpse husband:

ANOTHER FACELESS COUPLE

the power you two hold over everyone is actually immaculate

you stream/film together all the time

just having fun and being yourselves

he would definitely ask if you could join the games he plays with others when streaming

and if that wasn't possible, he’d just get you to come into his room and be part of it that way

he teases you a lot on stream

both cutely and mischievously

and your viewers are like👀

while his chat is just going crazy

you share lots of giggles

like, seriously, the majority of the videos/streams consists of you two laughing your asses off

you two will forever be known as the faceless couple

even if you both face reveal, that’ll always be your title

skeppy:

zak will find a way to show you off no matter what

he just can't resist

the way his heart is always beating out of his chest because of you is just too much for him to not ever show you to the world

but of course with your consent only

he wouldn't ever pressure you or anything

but since you're only remaining faceless

you can expect LOTS of matching outfit pictures taken in the mirror

and just lots of pictures of you in general

with your face blocked out or not in view, of course

you'd always be helping each other with your setups or videos

and he’d want to introduce you to literally everyone he knows

especially bad

you don't necessarily stream/film a lot with each other

but you're always in each others’ company in some shape or form

he always mentions you in his streams

just small stories or conversations

chat can tell he’s head over heels for you

karl jacobs:

he's the most support person everrr

he’d always be celebrating even the tiniest achievements with you

you hit 2k subs? he’ll treat you to an expensive ass dinner

you hit 1 million subs? he’ll buy you a whole room full of filming gear to improve from your previous ones

you managed to finish that one video you've been struggling with? he takes you on a weekend trip to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go

he’ll beg you to join him in is streams

just so he can hold your hand :)

or laugh with you every once in a while

he doesn't need you to face reveal at all

your company is all that matters to him when it includes the rest of the world

I mean, he’s the one able to see your beautiful face all the time, so he can't really complain even if he felt like it

always tweets about you or tweets things at you that only you two understand

and everyone is like ?????

but you don't care :)

fundy:

fundy actually doesn't talk a lot about you in his streams or videos

mostly to avoid people leaving bad light on you in the chat

unless he’s in the same game as you, of course

which in that case, the first thing he’d want to do is find you and talk to you in the game

he’s very respectful of you keeping your face private

and tries his best to keep the pressure of a face reveal off your shoulders

especially if it’s happening in his or your comments

if it gets really bad, he’ll eventually talk about it on twitter or something like that

does tiktoks with you

only with your voice though

and posts manyyy pictures where you’re tagged, but only slightly in view

he doesn't really care about your face being a secret

as long as he gets to see it, he’s happy

quackity:

alex has so much fun making videos or going live with you

and obviously you have the best collabs

you’re the funniest couple on the platform and it shows

he would talk so much about you - like, telling embarrassing stories about you or some shit like that

or saying how clingy you are with him

and chat would be like AWW HE TALKS ABOUT THEM

and he's like “no”😤

but alex can't fool anyone

he’s in it for real with you🥴

and at times, he doesn't even try to hide it

especially when he speaks up about ho proud he is of you

and how people should respect your choice of remaining faceless to the world

but then he quickly moves on to his silly self again

with blushy cheeks ^w^

punz:

has you on his lap constantly

even when his hand-cam is on

nothing will stop him from making you sit on his lap while he’s streaming

he loves that he can rant to you about the problems he faces sometimes concerning his streams

because you get it

he’d teach you the games you didn't know of

and you'd teach him the games that he didn't know of

and then you'd stream/film together after learning the basics

he doesn't talk about you a lot on stream

but chat eventually figures out it’s because you're literally in the same room as him

and how do they find that out, you may ask?

well, your snores coming from his headphones made it very obvious to say the least

awesamdude:

sam knows what it’s like being a faceless streamer

so if you wanted, he’d give you all of the advice you needed

and if you ever considered face revealing, he'd totally help you!

you guys have matching setups

you sometimes talk to each other across the room as you're playing the same game together

because it’s funny to tease chat that way

you’d be posting pictures on social media

that give off hints that you're with each other a lot

like, in one photo he’s wearing a hoodie

and the next day, you post a photo of you in that exact same hoodie

stuff like that

he also celebrates big and small achievements with you

wether it be you achieving them or him, you always celebrate together

eret:

matching. outfits.

STRAWBERRY DRESSES

PLATFORM HEELS

ahhhh chat would be going absolutely crazy at the fits you guys have sometimes

and you're always matching

as in always

he tells their stream that you have a matching crown like his

but that chat obviously can't see it on you because you don’t have a face-cam

she likes telling stories about you

like, memories they have of you two together

and he just always compliments you and praises you for your hard work on her streams

telling everyone how happy you make them

she also always invites you to join his streams because it means a lot to them that you're there :)

jack manifold:

jack is so excited about the fact that you're also a streamer/youtuber

it makes it easier to open up about your relationship online

because some people already knew you before you revealed you two were dating

though I feel like jack would kinda like the secrecy of your face online

just to brag to his audience about how he gets to see your face every day

but also because he likes that there’s more privacy for you

sometimes he’d pop into your room without knowing you were streaming/filming

and would just start talking to you while you giggled about how you were “kinda in the middle of something”

when jack realised what you meant, he’d hurry out of the room in an instant

you’d always be in each others chats/comments

showing what a supportive couple you were

he always raids you at the end of his streams if you’re streaming at the same time

tommyinnit:

tommy always forgets that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

and is sometimes sooo close to blurting out something he shouldn't

because he’s so used to seeing you, he just kinda forgets that no one else can

you always have to send him a text to “sToP TalKIng AbOUt yOu” so he doesn't accidentally reveal something

that being said, he literally talks so much about you

again, I’m bringing up that time he said that tubbo is so clingy

he says the same thing about you

but he’s really the clingy one, and it’s pretty obvious

you catch him saying things like “yeah, y/n is really cool”

or “guys, please don't say stuff like that to y/n”

getting all serious and shit🥺

he asks you constantly if you can join his vc

even when you're busy, he’s like “pay. attention. to. me😤”

it’s really entertaining sometimes

especially when his streams just consist of you two bickering the whole time

calls you his favourite woman

tubbo:

ahhh tubbo is so sweet when it comes to you

like, when anyone mentions you he just starts smiling

and wants to tell everyone about you

even if they already know you from your channel

he just can't help but ramble on about you

especially to tommy

he replies to all of your tweets

and you reply to all of his

you always feature each other on your channels/streams

and share a celebratory cake when reaching subgoals

sometimes chat notices similarities in your layouts

like a colour change

or a similar pattern

posts a photo of your pinkies intertwined

wearing matching bracelets you made yourself

and everyone finds it super cute<3

ranboo:

he would encourage you so much to join his videos

and wear the same type of outfit to cover your face with

but with a sense of yourself in it so you'd look similar, but not exactly like each other

you'd be matching outfits so often

doesn't talk a lot about you on his streams

apart from mentioning how short you are

but on TWITTER

that's a whole other story

his twitter has practically just become a fan account of you

he’s always in your comments

just to leave a :)

or a supportive comment

if you ever wanted to do a face reveal

he would do it with you if it meant making you feel more comfortable about it

or less nervous

you’re just very lowkey and cute

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ttuesday · 2 years

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I spent like 2 hours reading everything on your page and I LOVE IT! Could we maybe get how the fellers would react to you being sick? And not just like, the common cold, but like “holy fuck someone sober up Swanson and get him over here”? I recently did a short hospital stay due to a REALLY bad flu lol so it’s just. On my mind.

hope you're doing better anon! <3

Arthur

Arthur’s attentive, picking up on the small signs that you’re coming down with some kind of sickness. At first he brushes it off, presuming it’ll pass within a few days but nonetheless, he asks you how you feel and if he can do anything to help. Anything you want, Arthur will try his absolute best to get for you.

When your sickness takes a sudden turn, becoming much worse overnight, Arthur is shocked. He postpones all of his upcoming jobs and instead he’s completely focuses on you. While you’re sick, he spends most of his time seated at edge of your cot, anxiously thinking back to all the things he would’ve done differently and wishing he did more for you.

Arthur can be strict, wanting you to get plenty of bed rest and not waste your energy doing any robberies or chores around camp. Even when you’re feeling better, Arthur’s cautious that you’ll hurt yourself by overdoing it. It’ll take a while for Arthur to ease up on how protective he’s being, mainly because he’s still not over the shock that he may have lost you.

Charles

Charles is a very caring person, especially towards you so although he doesn’t completely fuss over your sickness in the beginning, Charles is cautious. If he thinks you’re still pushing yourself, Charles takes breaks with you so he can make sure you’re somewhat relaxed and keep a subtle eye on you.

When your health deteriorates further, Charles is the first one by your side. He assures you not to worry about anything else and to simply focus on getting better. While you rest, Charles puts himself in charge of your recovery and assigns Miss Grimshaw, Swanson and some of the others a schedule so someone is always near you in case you need help during the night or early hours of the morning.

Even when you’re better, Charles continues to care for you. He was so focused on helping you get better while you were sick that it’s only after you get better does he fully comprehend how badly that could’ve gone. Although Charles has always appreciated you, he makes sure to tell you more now so you know just how much you mean to him.

Dutch

Dutch is quick to notice the symptoms leading up to your sickness. Mainly because he doesn’t want to get sick himself and he becomes hyperaware of each cough and sniffle you make, constantly reminding you to drink something warm in the hopes that’ll get rid of your flu fast.

However one night when you’re too sick to even sleep, Dutch stops thinking about himself and starts to properly focus on you, ordering someone to go get Swanson and to have someone else hitch up a tent by the outskirts of camp for you (Dutch is concerned about you but he’s still gonna quarantine your ass).

He stays with you for the majority of your time in quarantine, either sitting outside your tent to keep an eye on you or when you’re very sick, Dutch throws caution to the wind and cradles you in his arms, promising you everything will get better soon. While the others focus on what medicines to give you, Dutch helps you keep up morale, praising you everyday for the slow steps to recovery your taking.

Micah

Micah doesn’t take your sickness seriously at all. He constantly implies you’re just acting sick so you don’t have to work and he even makes some snarky remarks if you get too close to him in case you pass whatever is it you have onto him... though it’s hard to tell if he’s being serious or if he just thinks it’s funny to say stuff like that to you.

But his relaxed and at times mocking approach to your sickness fades as soon as you get worse. He isn’t too sure how to act around you, not wanting to seem too worried. Instead Micah gives you time to rest and annoys the others, constantly demanding Miss Grimshaw to check on you and annoying Dutch to make someone go get some proper medicine from the local doctor’s.

He does a lot without mentioning it in front of you out of fear you’ll see how much he cares. Micah’s strange when it comes to showing his affection to people but deep down, he did worry about you. When you’re feeling better, he pats you on the back and says now you can start pulling your weight again.

John

When you first start to feel sick, John presumes that you’re either overtired or that Pearson’s stew is the cause. He doesn’t mean to shrug off how you’re feeling, he just didn’t realize how serious it is until you quickly take a turn for the worse.

John feels like a fish out of water, unsure what the best treatment is for you or how he can help. He leaves a lot of your care for Miss Grimshaw and Reverend Swanson, scared of fucking up and making things worse if he gets too involved. But he helps out in other ways; going into town whenever you want something from the general store, keeping you company all night when you’re too restless to sleep and trying his best to distract you from any pain you might feel.

He feels awful he can’t help out more, the guilt of initially brushing off your sickness making his stomach turn. Be prepared for John to be more protective of you for a while, anxious that if he lets his guard down that you might get injured or sick again.

Javier

You mean a great deal to Javier so when you show the slightest sign of being sick, he’s there for you, ready to spend however long it takes to nurse you back to full health. He wants to be a source of comfort for you when you’re sick so Javier is always ready to cuddle you to sleep or gently dab a wet cloth on your forehead whenever you feel too hot.

Even when your sickness gets worse, Javier stays calm and doesn’t show any signs of worry. On the inside, he’s freaking out but he knows you don’t need to see him panicking, knowing you’re dealing with enough as it is.

When you start feeling better, Javier doesn’t rush you to get back into your routine instantly. He still wants you to take it easy, wary that doing too much will drain your energy. Expect a lot of praise too for making it through your illness, he’s pretty proud of you for battling this and being back on your feet so fast.

Bill

Yeah, Bill has no idea what to do or how to help when you’re sick. At first he thought you were being a little dramatic, presuming you’d do what he would when faced with camp chores and feign feeling ill to get out of it.

The second he realises you’re being serious, Bill gulps and has an ‘oh shit’ moment, scared he has wasted precious time by thinking you were exaggerating just how terrible you feel. He doesn't help you directly but rather he helps by making sure everyone is quiet in camp whenever you finally manage to get some sleep and he takes day-long trips trying to find plants needed for your medication.

After the brunt of the illness is over and you’re feeling better, Bill is much more vigilant whenever you say you feel unwell. Once a few weeks has passed and he’s certain the illness is out of your system, Bill feels like he can breathe easy again and after some liquid courage, he opens up to you about how worried he was and that he’s glad you’re fine again.

Sean

Sean's concerned but he tries to play off how worried he is about your sickness, hoping it isn’t as serious as he suspects and that you’ll be better within a day or two. He opts to do more for you and give you more time to relax though he doesn’t directly say it’s because you’re sick.

Sean’s way of coping when you take a turn for the worst is denial, hoping if he downplays your sickness to himself then it won’t be as bad as the others are making it out. He doesn’t try to force you to work through it or act normally, instead joking by your side and saying you’re just doing this so he has to do your chores.

He’s terrified on the inside, unable to admit how serious this is to himself. He loves holding your hand when he’s next to you, not only so he’s touching you but because the others can’t tell his hand is shaking when he’s holding yours. When you get better, he’s utterly relieved, jokingly telling you not to scare him like that again as he kisses every inch of your face.

Trelawny

Trelawny didn’t immediately become worried when you first got the flu. Don’t get me wrong, he was slightly anxious and suggested you take it easy but he never thought it would be this bad, presuming a stuffy nose was going to be the worst of it.

But when your illness worsens, Trelawny quickly starts helping any way he possibly can. On one hand he wants to whisk you away to the best doctor he can find and rent out a luxurious apartment so you have your own proper space to heal but on the other, he knows it’s probably best to keep you here and to not move you too much, knowing how important rest is.

He fusses over you so much, always there to offer you water and asks over and over again how you’re feeling. It might get annoying how much he pesters you but he’s doing it out of love. And when he’s not with you, he’s badgering Miss Grimshaw and Reverend Swanson, wanting to know exactly how he can be of assistance and constantly asking them to exam how you’re doing.

Kieran

Kieran has a tendency to stress over all kinds of things, so even when you first got sick and it didn’t seem that bad, Kieran was already concerned. He wanted you to relax, stay in bed and have some warm drinks to help ease the flu while he did your chores for you but unfortunately that didn’t work.

When you take a turn for the worse, Kieran feels sick with worry. He rarely leaves your side for the entirety of your sickness, only ever leaving for a few minutes at a time. He knows everyone else is there to take care of you but Kieran needs to be with you and hold your hand through this.

Kieran feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders when you start to get better. He still insists you take it easy but to see you getting better each day is like a blessing for him. After this, Kieran becomes much more affection, wanting to smother you in kisses, utterly relived you’re still here.

#i was convinced i had hosea and lenny done for this too #but I can't find where i did them fml #but pls enjoy anyways <3 #glad you're ok again anon! sending love!#headcanons #writings #arthur morgan #charles smith #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean macguire #josiah trelawny #kieran duffy #rdr2 #rdr2 writings

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mha-princess · 4 years

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Hello, I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request headcanons of how Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, and Todoroki would react if somebody flirted with their s/o right in front of them, and the boys try to be calm and just tell the other person that they're in a relationship, but the person flirting just doesn't care, and continues to flirt with their s/o

They get jealous of someone flirting with you

A/N: I added Shoji to this request just because I love him.I hope you don’t mind (⁍̴̆◡⁍̴̆ )⊃♡- Anako

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Todoroki, and Shoji

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This..... this is the reason he doesn’t like to go shopping

Now katsuki isn’t necessarily one to tell his s/o what to do let alone what to wear

But when your clothes start drawing too much attention is when he has a problem

Here you were checking out at your favorite mall outlet, katsuki behind you patiently waiting

“That’ll be $132 dollars please.” The cashier says looking up at you. You smile and hand hun your card. He takes it in his hand and examine the name on the front of the card.

“Y/N? That’s a pretty name.” He grins swiping the card. You hesitate to respond, you could feel katsuki moving closer to you.

“T-thank you.” The cashier is slow with what he’s doing, clearly trying to get a conversation out of you.

“Do you shop here often? I don’t ever see you around her.”

“She comes here with her boyfriend.” You feel Katsuki’s arm wrap firmly around your waist. The cashier raises and eyebrow, but persistent. He sets the card on the counter.

“You know if you were mine, you wouldn’t be paying for your own stuff it’d be on me.”

“With your fucking mall job? You wish.” Bakugou scoffs. Your mouth parts with sheer embarrassment.

“Katsuki!” You repeemind, “Sir, can I just have my bags?” You question.

“If I can have your num-.” He’s cut off by a concerning crackling. You look down to see Bakugou hands illuminating with bright little flames. Not enough to cause damage, but it was still concerning.

Quickly you reach over the counter and grab your card and your bags. You then drag Katsuki out of the outlet.

“Katsuki!” You reprimand once again.

“You should’ve let me blow his ass to shreds.”

I feel like Kiri is a territorial guy

What’s his is his

So that being said Kiri is very heavy on PDA

And when someone persistently flirts with you is mind boggling to you both , as he makes it pretty clear that you have a boyfriend

But he also is very aware that his s/o is very attractive and that before are going to flirt with you

It’s only when you tell the person you have a boyfriend and they don’t respect that is when he has a problem.

One day when you were hanging out at the park just spending some quality time with Kiri, he had pointed out that a guy had been eyeing you for quite sometime

You brush him off saying that he’s just imagining things, but its when said guy walks over to you, you panic.

When the guy reaches you he doesn’t say anything, he just grins and hands you a piece of paper.

“I-I have a boyfriend.” You say, handing the sheet of paper with a number sprawled on it back. The boy pushes the paper back towards you.

“But I really think you should keep it. I saw you checking me out.” Kirishima grits his teeth at the accusation.

“Like they said they have a boyfriend. I’m the only only they’re ‘checking’ out.” You then push the paper back toward hun once more, but he still refuses to take it back.

“Keep-” The male stops dead in the middle of his sentence, in awe at the sight of Kirishima tonguing you dead in the mouth.

After he’s finished you fluster as you notice the guy is long gone.

Kirishima takes the paper from your hands and throws it on the ground.

“I hope he learned his lesson.”

Ok so we all know that Denki has a flirty personality

So when someone is flirting with you he picks up on it VERY quickly

That being said he’d stop it as quickly as it started, already knowing how these things work

But if the person were to keep on hitting on you I’d see Denki getting a bit physical (as a last resort ofc)

“I already told you dude. Their taken.” He says sternly standing toe to toe with the other male.

“And I already told you I want their number.” The boy says shoving at Denkis chest.

Quickly you step in, forcefully shoving the other male to the ground before this gets out of hand and someone is in the ER for electrical burns

“And I said you weren’t fucking getting it.” You respond taking Kaminari by the wrist and walking away

Afterward Kaminari would apologize constantly for not keeping his cool, but you constantly tell him it’s fine

“I didn’t think you’d get physical for me.” He dramatically gasps at your words.

“I’ll always fight for something worth fighting for.”

Just from looking at todoroki I get scared so how someone is flirting with you while he’s right there is beyond me

I honestly don’t even imagine him saying anything to the person that’s flirting with you that glare is deadly enough to scare anyone away

And when he’s jealous it’s doesn’t necessarily show, due to his personality

He gets hit on all the time and just ignores whoever’s hitting on him and expects you to do the same

But one day when your both at dinner, there’s a waiter who just won’t stop.

When he would come by your table he would BLATANTLY ignore Shouto

“Do you need a refill? Or is there anything I can help you with?” He says smiling at you.

There’s no change in Todorokis expression but you can fell he’s aura go dark, this had to of been the fifth time that waiter has came by and asked that question

“No thank you just the bill please.” You respond .

“Will you be splitting it between you and your friend?”

“Boyfriend.” Shouto corrects, putting a large emphasis on the ‘Boy’ part.

The male doesn’t even glance in Todoroki’s direction.

“I’ll be right back, love.” Your mouth drops as he walks away. You look at Todoroki who is physically calm, but mentally pissed.

The boy returns from the back with the billfold. He hands it to you, but you slide it to Todoroki.

Upon opening it his eyes are met with a number. Not a bill number but a phone number.

You look at Todorki who is now showing signs of being upset. He grips the bill tightly and it begins to freeze.

You look at the waiter who is now visibly scared.

“Y-You know using you q-quirk in public is illeg-.”

“Do I look like I give a damn about what’s illegal?”

You pay for the food and quickly get him out of that restaurant.

After that incident he definitely got more clingy, realizing that some people simply have no respect and he didn’t want anyone to steal you away from him

He has never really been in a relationship so handling these kinds of problems is new for him. He’ll need a lot of verbal and physically validation for awhile

This boy really doesn’t like being in public so the few times he acommanpies you, you hope everything will go well

But sadly, that’s not always the case

This boy’s a true gentleman and doesn’t like to have any form of dispute

So when someone’s flirting with you he’d try to handle the situation as ‘professional’ as possible

But when his attempts fail he doesn’t get jealous, he gets very insecure.

He’s already unsure of his appearance and seeing someone flirt with you makes him feel bad

It makes him feel as though he isn’t enough

But it’s a good thing that your quick to act in these situations

“Look my boyfriend is right here, so I’d appreciate it if you got the hell on.” You say harshly, shoving the irrelevant male who was hitting on you.

Afterward like Todoroki, Shoji will need a lot of reassurance I mean a lot

So do things like hug him, touch him, kiss him. And let him know that there’s nobody who can take his place

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou drabble #bnha #shoujo #todoroki headcanons #kirishima headcanons #kaminari headcanons #bakugou x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #kaminari x reader #shoji headcanons #mezo shoji x reader #mha princess

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cheelduh · 3 years

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How to tie up a cute boy

(Highschool Au)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Parts: 1 2 3

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Swearing, Scaramouche abuse, no Signora slander this time, shit humour.

Synopsis: "Why are you doing homework?" Childe groans, rolling off to the side and kicking off the blanket to expose himself in nothing but a pair of boxers. "I'm literally right here, naked and defenseless. Why aren't you taking advantage of me?"

Note: Unedited yet again besties. Tysm for reading :) I got Childe after losing him to mf MONA, istg it was the most stressful moment of my life.

The clock ticks with its pendulum, ridiculing you as it holds the time. The gentle whirring of the air conditioning in the background serves as the icing on the cake to your pent up aggression.

You try not to glare at your phone too much after receiving a text from Childe that told you not to worry, that his dad picked him up and that he was in the comfort of his home, letting the flu blow over.

It took a lot of convincing from his part earlier that morning to get you to go back and actually attend the rest of your classes, making sure to check up on him every break plus the additional "bathroom breaks" you usually never take while in class.

"I can't let you get in trouble for me." He murmured with a small smile that pumped your blood a little faster than usual. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry your pretty little head."

You do exactly that.

You don't even know why you're so worried. He's sick, not dying. Not to mention, you aren't even his girlfriend let alone his friend to care so much.

Your intrusive thoughts don't waste any time. You latch onto the one thought that takes over. He's probably dead. Lying in his bed in a heap of pillows, passing peacefully while his parents are in the other room. He's dead.

Okay, he's not dead. You intrusive thoughts sure do one hell of a job. He'll be fine, and in no time he'll go back to being a reckless distraction in your life that you need to surpass. Just another obstacle to add onto the list of things life has thrown at you.

But for an obstacle, he sure is kind of cute.

You refrain from bashing your head on the desk. School isn't really a preferred environment on your list of top ten places to shrivel up and die.

Speaking of death and all that is evil, why is Childe always on your mind? He takes up every nook and cranny of your day, constantly, and truth be told it's starting to boil your piss.

Every time you close your eyes you see his smug smile, and hear his stupid laugh. He's an annoying little prick who gets a rise out of exasperating you. Yet here you are, terrified by the warmth that blossoms in your heart when you so much as hear his name.

The final bell rings at long last, conveniently before you bite your tongue to avoid screaming, and not another second is wasted once you launch yourself out the door. You dodge through the crowd of students in the hall that are buzzing in excitement from it being a Friday afternoon, and you would be too if you weren't so damn hung up over a ginger with a battlekink.

Locker in view, you make a beeline and spend the next two minutes fumbling with the lock in your hands.

"Woah there cutie," Lisa speaks up playfully. "At this rate you'll break the poor lock with your bare hands."

For a moment you're surprised at her sudden appearance, but then remember that it's normal for her to worm her way anywhere.

"It's just—this lock is being dumb okay? It has no reason being a pain in my ass but it wakes up every day and chooses violence." You hiss through your teeth, a sharp metallic ring invading your ears when you lose it and jostle the combination lock against the door of your locker.

Lisa winces, but smiles teasingly nonetheless. "Want me to give it a try?"

"Please."

Lisa has the door open at record speed.

"I love you Lisa." You confess wholeheartedly, gripping at your chest. "I love you so much—"

"Yeah yeah," She waves you off with a grin. "Now hurry up and go save your boyfriend from the common flu. Archons knows he won't make the night."

You flush at the word "boyfriend" and don't give much thought to the insinuation that lies within the rest of her sentence.

Sliding your skateboard under an arm, you spin on your heel just to bump straight into Scaramouche, who's won the scowl of the century on his face. He's the last person you want to see right now, but apparently the universe wants to have a pissing match with you.

"Give this homework to that idiot Ginger." He shoves a stack of papers into you. "Tell him that once he's done circling the drain, I'm gonna kick his ass." He then leans in, murderous glint in his eyes. "And if you ever touch me again I'll take a shit in your cereal. That's not a threat, it's a promise."

You shiver at the thought of him squatting on your Cheerios, hands becoming clammy as you try and justify yourself. "It was an accident."

Your pitiful excuse earns you nothing from the navy haired boy. "It'll be an accident when I murder your entire family, three generations over."

"Hi Mona!" You wave excitedly over his shoulder at the body of students that are totally not Mona. With elation he fails to conceal, Scaramouche turns to look at the speed of light.

You take the chance to make your escape—not before waving to Lisa, chuckling to yourself. He's down bad.

With great expertise you file your way through the flock of students chattering near the entrance. , you confidently place your skateboard down on the sidewalk, ready to—

Wait—where does he live again?

You sigh heavily, ignoring the sadness as you thank the universe internally for pulling the reigns on your disastrous plan. Checking up on Childe at his house? With his family present? Making a complete fool out of yourself? What are you thinking? The possibilities are horrendous. He probably doesn't even think of you like that, he just likes a challenge and you pose as one.

You turn away to make a run for it in the direction of your home, all the while ignoring the nagging worry in your chest for Childe. He's probably fine anyways, you don't need to check up on him, and if you did he'd likely find a way to spin it and tease you relentlessly.

Although somehow, the thought of being teased by him isn't as dreadful as you'd like it to be.

Suddenly, an idea graces you, one that guarantees your misery by sating your obligation to check up on Childe. A litany of curses escape your mouth. Genius really, the amount of ways you can think of doing something that'll end in your demise.

"Adeptus Xiao." You whisper apprehensively, already regretting your decision. "Adeptus Xiao." Glancing around your surroundings, you barely notice the shadow that looms over you at your backside.

"What do you want mortal?" Unbeknownst to you, he strikes out of nowhere, making you jump back several meters. You manage to muffle a surprised shriek.

Xiao is Venti's -6 ft boyfriend, the vicious epitome of an eboy. He has a scaled tattoo covering up the majority of an arm, a few piercing holes in his ears, all matched up with a disinterested look. Somehow, he always appears out of nowhere if you call out his name. It's sort of disturbing in a way.

His amber eyes pierce through you, forcing a shudder of fear and dread to lace your blood, almost as if he can sense you shittalking him in your head.

With shaky hands, you ask, "Can you tell me where—"

"No."

"You didn't even hear me ou—"

"No."

"Please?"

He refuses to at least pretend to think about it for a moment.

"No."

"Why?" You frown, stomping your foot on the ground childishly.

"Because." He retorts with a lack of interest, but doesn't further explain his point. English teachers must love this kid.

"Okay," You say slowly, casually inspecting his form as you come up with an idea, briefly remembering Lumine mentioning it to you. "How about I give you my share on almond tofu Tuesday."

The lack of interest on his face wavers slightly. Bingo.

"What do you want mortal?" Xiao mutters gruffly, arms crossed, face morphing into subtle annoyance.

You wrack your brain for a proper answer. You can't just outright ask him or it'll seem like you have a thing for Childe, which you unfortunately do, but you'd like to keep a semblance of integrity. Ah yes, the homework!

"I gotta deliver these to Childe." You outstretch the pile of worksheets in your hands. "Except I don't know where he lives. Can you tell me?"

Xiao's eyes glint with danger. "Did you summon me for the trivial task of giving you an address?"

You nod furiously.

"Do humans have no shame?" Its rhetorical. Expressionlessly, he closes his eyes with intent focus, doing what you assume to be locating Childe's exact location.

He blinks an eye open, reaches a hand out. "Give me your phone." Palm waiting.

You hand it over to him almost desperately.

One glance at your bubbly phone case and he doesn't even try to hide his distaste. He taps a few times, then hands it back to you almost immediately.

On the screen is maps, and Childe's home is about a fifteen minute walk away.

Your jaw drops in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

"Easy," He mutters, leaning back against the school gate as the remainder of students walk past the two of you. "Locating demons that need subjugating is but a simple task."

There's a pregnant pause. Demon.

"Childe's a demon?" You gasp, even though you've always had your suspicions. Hence the reason you invest so much in demon-cancelling charms.

"What? No." He mutters with a roll of his eyes, and you note that his irritation grows the more questions you ask. "I had a physics project with him last semester."

That's why the charms don't work.

Your mouth forms an o, in fear that if you keep this conversation going on any longer, he'll snap at you. Especially when your next line of interrogation involves how he's able to appear and disappear into thin air.

It's a magic trick you'll want to master whenever Il Dottore has another conniption fit in the middle of the hallways after Kaeya tells him he looks like he has skid marks.

"Thank you." You say instead, trying to preserve his regard, but by the time you meet his gaze he's already gone with the wind.

—

Childe's home is surprisingly humble, considering the amount of fat stacks of cash he carries around in his fanny pack so care-freely. It's a normal suburban home from what you can tell, a little bigger than normal with a double garage, neatly mowed lawn and a few forgotten decorations from the windblume festival. A series of water guns lay forgotten near the entrance, making their presence known when you stumbled upon them.

It's hard to remain unphased. Especially since such a normal looking home has bred someone as ruthless as Childe.

Maybe it not the home, you think. Maybe it's the way he was raised. You recall a few glimpses of his mother in middle school, but because of your worse for wear memory retention, you can't ballpark her personality type.

As your thoughts wander further down to his parents and early childhood, villain origin story and what not, you're pulled out of your concentration when the door opens. The possible implications of being here are most definitely not in your favor.

Childe's mother is a stunning woman in her mid-forties who sure as hell doesn't show it in that jaw-dropping sapphire dress, topped off with a brilliant smile that makes your knees weak. Like mother like son, you suppose.

With her sudden appearance, strangely enough, you can remember how good her tiramisu bites are.

You take a moment to respond, swallowing thickly, only to stare at her stupidly.

His mother doesn't waste another second before ushering you in, oblivious to your star-struck expression. "Y/N? L/N Y/N? My have you grown. I remember when you were only this tall." She lifts her hand up a little above her waist, the jewels on her fingers dazzling with every movement. "How is your mother doing?"

"She's doing alright, busy with the clinic." You're able to find your words, smiling back at her, able to get somewhat familiar with her warmth. "I hope I'm not intruding. Childe forgot some homework." You say, heaving the short stack up.

"Ajax?" She laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe he's going by that now. I wonder when this phase will be over. He may act tough but he's such a softie, has the biggest heart."

You, in between concealed emotions and giggles that threaten to leak, try to hide the oncoming grin but it's impossible. "Well he's got you to thank for it."

"You flatter me too much Y/N," She fixes the up do, pinning back the blonde hair that deftly frame her familiar cerulean eyes. "I can see why he can't stop talking about you."

Her words make you waver momentarily. The fondness you've refused to share, the drawn out stares in the halls, the lingering touches, you don't want to acknowledge it but it's there. Whatever it is.

"I'm so sorry for cutting this short dear," His mother sighs, grabbing her keys off the counter and placing her wallet in an elegant handbag. "My niece is getting married and we're already late. I told Ajax I'd stay if he didn't feel too well but he said he could handle a headache. That boy, I swear, always tries to power through."

You nod in understanding, but wait a minute. A headache?

Scrunching up your face, eyebrows furrowed, you ask. "Headache?"

She frowns, applying another layer of her rouge lipstick hastily in a nearby mirror. "I know dear, how unfortunate. The school nurse said it's a migraine, and I shouldn't fret much, but a mother can't help but worry. If only he weren't so stubborn, like his father."

As if on cue, a loud honk comes from outside.

"That must be him!" She exclaims, hurriedly sliding in her heels, turning back to look at your awkward figure. "Ajax is in his room, it's the second door to the right upstairs. I've made some lasagna for the kids, you ought to have some as well, I'll be upset if you don't—" Another annoying honk cuts her off, to which she scoffs, shaking a fist. "That old man, I'll strangle him in his sleep. I must be going now, goodbye dear." She reveals a twinkling smile at you one last time, waving a slim hand before picking up her heels and making a run for it.

The door closes with an unceremonious thud, gust of wind in its trail, leaving a bewildered high schooler in its wake.

Snapping out of your haze, overwhelming tides threaten to drown you whole. Being in Childe's home, alone, with him a handful of stair steps and a wall or two away, your cheeks are set ablaze.

Now that his mother's gone, you take a second to really look. There are a few toys littered in front of the TV, home covered in with soft throws and coordinated cushions, a lazy sectional plopped right in the middle. The marks on the furniture with all the stories, the light hued mismatched frames hanging on the walls and on all the table, so many pictures of those that resemble him, his brothers, his sisters, his family. You can almost hear the echoing laughter in the halls, the childish squeals and pitter patter of tiny feet slapping the hardwood floor.

This is where he grew up. This is where he retires to after a long day full of gratifying fistfights. This is where he was raised to be who he is today, ambitious and reckless, with the absurd dream to one day rule the world. This is his home.

It's...like being wrapped in blanket, safe and cozy, surrounded by all the love in the world.

Absentmindedly, your fingers trace the outlines of a younger Childe, two missing teeth and eyes full of dreams, hugging the side of his father's shoulder because his small arms can't wrap around them. Not just yet.

You make your way over to the staircase, which has even more frames littered across the wall, one that falls short of hiding the marks of a green crayon—another slice of domesticity you aren't quite accustomed to.

The reality sets in, and you come to a conclusion. This home is definitely not an environment for growing psychopaths, Childe just beats the odds like he beats up kids on the daily.

Your fist hovers over his door as you contemplate abandoning the sheets on a nearby table, but his mother was so sweet and polite, so incredibly hospitable, you wouldn't have the heart to make a run for it.

"I can see why he can't stop talking about you."

Three consecutive knocks. If he doesn't answer, you'll leave them at the door.

"Mama," Childe's muffled groans stem from the other side, and oh, you want to revel in the grave undertone of his voice because it's certainly not a common occurrence. "I told you I'm fine. You can go okay? I don't want you to be late, just need to sleep it off."

You blink, lips curling, and then knock again.

"Mama," He whines again, and it has you grinning mischievously. He's a mommy's boy, he has to be. The thought envelopes your heart with a newfound fondness. "Just come in and hurry."

You eagerly take in the room once you slip in, eyes scanning over every little detail, until they zero in on the heap of sheets smack dab on the single bed, a pair of feet dangling off the edge, topped with a comforter thrown over leisurely.

Childe's facing away from you, head dipped in between his shoulders, probably trying to find a position that's more comfortable. He's shivering, sweating at the same time. His mother must've been too preoccupied to notice. This isn't the first time he's used his exceptional bullshitting finesse.

"I can't believe you lied to your mother," You cross your arms, leaning back against the door.

With a jerk, Childe flings into a sitting up position, wide awake and aware of everything that is going on, a stark contrast from nearly seconds ago.

He blinks at you in shock, once, twice, rubs his eyes a bit, relaxes, then leans back, out of it completely. "For a sleep paralysis monster, you sure are kind of cute."

"For and idiot you sure are an idiot." You snort back.

"Wait a minute," He mutters slowly, jaw dropping. "You're actually here?!"

Ignoring his question, you opt to slap the papers on his desk to ignore your clammy palms. "Homework."

"And here I thought you came here all this way to be my personal nurse." He smirks, recovering from his momentary shock fairly swiftly. Doesn't refrain from giving you that shit stain of a bad boy grin, even with a flushed face and concavity under his eyes.

"I can be your personal mortician instead."

"I didn't know you were into role play babe, but I'll take what I can get." He winks, but is punished by a sequence of coughs that earn a wince from you.

"Headache?" You tease after he quiets down, but he remains as cavalier as always.

He sighs, sides of his lips still arched upwards. "My parents barely have any time to themselves, it's so hectic with the kids. What kind of son would I be if I couldn't even give them this?"

He must've threatened Barbara.

"You're," You inhale, briefly letting the silence hang between you two, mulling over what you wish to convey. sweet.

"Irresistible? Hot? Sexy?" He starts casual, arrogant smirk widening.

"Kind of not a complete asshole, is what I was going to say."

"Careful girlie," He narrows his eyes on you, playful lilt in his tone. The comforter is allowed to slip past his shoulders to reveal the goods that lie underneath, the complete naked chest of a post-puberty highschool boy who sprays too much axe. Full pectorals are something to pay for, stringed with smooth muscles that ripple their way over his toned shoulders. "If you keep teasing me like this, I can't promise I'll be the nice guy."

"One more time from the top," You bite back, avoiding staring at him for too long. "Without the congested nose this time."

With great expertise, he weakly throws a pillow at you, and you watch it exceptionally land at your feet, barely grazing the tips of your socks.

"Impressive," You whistle, not impressed.

He pouts, shivers, then is dunking his head back into the welcoming embrace of his plush collection of pillows.

With a sigh, you plop down on his chair, grab a pen and begin calculating derivatives.

"What're you doing?" He doesn't even turn your way, voice muffled.

"Homework," You reply nonchalantly, trying to calm your nerves. "unless you want me to get you something to eat, considering you puked out your gogurt on Barbara's shoes earlier. Congrats by the way, you're hit listed by her fan club."

"Why are you doing homework?" He groans, rolling off to the side and kicking off the blanket to expose himself in nothing but a pair of boxers. "I'm literally right here, naked and defenseless. Why aren't you taking advantage of me?"

He really has an IQ below room temperature.

Burying the formidable obligation to clock him in the face on behalf of society, you slowly get up to approach his bed, to which he grins widely in disbelief.

Apprehensively, you climb onto his bed, and he scoots over, excitement as clear as day. His hair's a wild mess from all the shifting, almost makes you want to card a hand through it. Your heart nestles it's way in your throat at the sight of his blazing blue eyes.

You pity him for what you're about to do.

"Relax Childe," You lean over him with confidence you never knew you had to begin with, face hovering inches before his. Your fists strategically grip the comforter on either side of him. "We have all day after all."

Although you attempt to pay no heed to his quivering hand that snakes up to find solace on your hip, you momentarily shiver at the tenderness.

He's eating this up and leaving no crumbs. Closing his eyes in anticipation, his lips tremble when he tries to close in the distance.

Abruptly, you cross both handfuls of sheets over his body, tying them securely in place to keep him docile. He struggles in your grip, eyes snapping open in surprise. "Wuh-What."

"Did you really think you had a chance?" You cross your arms, stepping back to get a good look at your handiwork.

"Honestly?" Childe huffs, struggles some in his restraints. "I wasn't really thinking."

"Typical," You scrunch your nose up, unscrunch, and then exhale. "You stay here and I'll go make you some soup. Well, not that you can really move but you get the idea."

"You're really going to leave me here like this?" He pouts cutely, melting you, and the sick bastard knows of his power.

"Relax," You wave a hand, "I may be evil but I'm not Scaramouche."

Meanwhile, Scaramouche sneezes as he tries to ask Mona out, falling straight on his ass from the kick back, making a complete fool out of himself. Mona doesn't mind though, finds it endearing.

Back at Childe's room, he raises a brow, expectant.

Going through the five stages of grief, you do something you've been wanting to do for a while, succumbing to the immense feeling.

Closing in the distance between you two, you suck in a breath and gently tilt Childe's head to the side. He blinks quickly, not quite expecting your sudden forwardness, about to say something that doesn't matter as soon as you place a tender peck on the side of his cheek.

Time stops, the world coming to a halt completely. A moment made in history, one you won't ever forget, fresh in both your minds from forward on.

And then you stagger away as if you've been stabbed.

"Soup!" You squeak, appalled by the sheer boldness of your actions. "I'll go make soup while you rest."

Childe, frozen, stares at you incredibly confused, and then beams.

Dear Archons, what have you done.

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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The Motherly one

Chan

Characters: Chan x female reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of stalking, child abuse (well kinda?), mentions of blood, mentions of violence, mentions of mate stealing/collecting, semi unrequited love, verbal and physical fighting, mentions of nudity. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: So this is a long ass Chapter whoops. Anyways, hope this makes up for the inactivity. It’s a good story line that ties in to a few others and has a major plot that’ll be revealed later. Please let me know how it is or if I fucked anything up. I didn’t write it all in one day and I tried to reread it but my minds a mess so i probably missed things.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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Your brother told you it would take him some time before he could get to Seoul. So you were on guard 24/7. You hardly ate in the while you anxiously awaited his arrival, and you definitely didn’t sleep. You just stayed up all night, constantly checking outside your windows for any signs of danger and watching your sweet baby boy dream through your stress.

Since you had made contact with him, your fears were proving to be more and more right. Every night as you read San a story or sang him songs from your home land to try and lull him to sleep, you’d see a glimmer of something not too far out of his bedroom window.

At first, the logical side of you tried to calm down both you and your son’s nerves, but as the nights went on, the shining just seemed to be getting closer and closer. You were too scared to leave the house. You only did when you absolutely had to like to the store, to which you still took your son with you.

Most people would’ve probably called you paranoid and laughed at you. But you didn’t care. They didn’t know what you had been through. And they didn’t know what you were running from.

It’s easier to leave your abusive significant other when he doesn’t have razor sharp claws and rows of tearing teeth to use as a weapon when he caught up with you. But none of it mattered. Your son, he mattered. And you’d do everything in your power to keep him safe.

Before everything happened, you were a stay at home mom who hadn’t even graduated high school. Now, you were going back to school after having got your GED and were doing a tech job from home so you could be near and watch San.

You were lucky enough to find a job that would let you stay in your home while doing it, and you were even more lucky that the university you now transferred to would let you take most of your classes online.

You still had to go to school once a week for a lab, something you dreaded as it meant you had to leave San with a sitter you had found and heavily vetted.

And so that’s what happened on the second day of waiting for your brother, as much as you wanted to bring San with you or miss your class, you knew putting your education on hold when you needed a solid career to support your family would only end up hurting the both of you in the end.

So you kissed him goodbye and left him with his sitter, told her to NOT go outside under ANY circumstances and promised to be home only minutes after your class would end. She politely agreed, awkwardly smiled to hide her internal questioning of your family processes, and you walked out the door.

The one class was advanced chemistry, something that you ended up being surprisingly good at considering you never really had much of an education to begin with. Whether it was natural talent or sheer luck that got you into the class, you weren’t sure. You just knew the more advanced your classes, the better you degree would look. And the better the degree, the better the career opportunities.

Nerves ran through you in anticipation of what the class could end up being, but when you walked through the doors to the lab you had to attend, you noticed that a boy sitting at the stools was one of the boys that came and knocked on your door not too long after you had moved in. It was the cute younger one who was acting funny.

He was already staring at the door when you had walked into the room. You figured he was just curious as to who was coming to class. The second he saw you, his lips turned into a bright smile and he waved at you to come to him. You had only spoken to the boy the one time, yet here he was telling you to sit with him. How strange.

And, while you were never one to get close to people, your Korean still wasn’t great and he gave you a sense of familiarity, a sense of… warmth. So you shook off your initial reluctance and took a seat on the stool next to his.

“Hi there! I didn’t know you went here too!” He beamed, a smile never leaving his rather beautiful face.

You politely bowed your head to him as was custom in your own home country out of habit and nodded, “Yes. Most classes of mine are online, but labs have to be in person. Hence my presence here. Though in truth, it is a bit nerve racking to not know anyone here…”

“You know me! That’s all you need.” He declared happily, almost in a possessively proud manner, “I know you know already but I’m Chan by the way. Sorry I didn’t get to properly introduce myself before, I was… having an off day.”

Watching as the boy in front of you stared down at his hands solemnly, you felt a tug at your heartstrings. For some reason, you didn’t want him to feel bad about the awkwardness of the day you met.

So you brushed him off with a smile, “Don’t worry about it. I understand. Some days can just be difficult. Speaking of difficult, is this class not a little too…” You tailed, thinking as carefully as you could to choose your next words carefully, “advanced for someone your age…?” You inquired, doing your absolute best not to offend the overly friendly boy.

He shook his head, the toothy grin never faltering as he spoke, “No, not really. I’m pretty smart. And I test pretty well. But i don’t think I’m too much younger than you though you know…” He trailed off as he rested his head o his hand that was now setting on the chemistry table top.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” You expressed in a small panic, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just meant… I- I don’t know what I meant really. I feel really old for my age so I just assume people even the slightest bit younger than me are kids.” You earnestly explained to him as the last of the class came flooding in.

“It’s alright, I get it. But believe me when I say that I’m no kid.” He winked at you, making you lightly blush at the random action.

Normally, you’d just act like you didn’t see the wink. But it had been so long since you had had any sort of affection or flirtation thrown your way, and there was just something oddly innocent and loving about the starry eyed boy that you just couldn’t help but let your guard down a bit.

Soon after all the students found their final seats and sat down, the professor began his lecture and experiments began.

You had to keep asking poor Chan what certain things the professor was saying were or if you were doing it right since you weren’t 100% fluent in Korean yet.

You felt awful for having to take away parts of his class time and for interrupting his learning. But he he pushed away your worries, gave you the answers you needed and helped you happily, which confused you. You thought if anything you were impeding his learning and you knew you would’ve gotten sick of you if you were him already.

And he wasn’t hitting on you. He didn’t even flirt with you aside from the cheeky action he did earlier in the class. He knew you had a kid and you knew once people knew that, they didn’t even want you as a friend at your age, let alone as a significant other.

So there was nothing there for him romantically. And there was no one there telling him he had to help you. You couldn’t fine a single reason for him to do what he had been doing. So why was this pretty stranger being so nice to you?

After class that day, the professor announced that whoever was your table partner would be your Chemistry partner for the remainder of the term. And part of you was actually really excited by the idea because it meant you’d get to spend more time with Chan at and away from school as you’d no doubt have projects you’d need spare time to work on.

Just because you were a mom and a few years older than him didn’t mean you didn’t find him attractive. When he stopped by to say hello when you first moved in, you could barely see him but you saw that he was kinda pretty.

During class however, you realized just HOW pretty he was. A guy like him would obviously never go for someone like you, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t look at him. And just because you had no intention of going any farther than the school partnership didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy his company. He’d never even know how you actually felt about him as you wouldn’t act on it. What’s the harm in that right?

So both exchanged numbers and spoke about potential meetings for potential projects, you thinking the entire time about how mesmerizing his eyes were. But you hurriedly shook the thought out of your head. He’d NEVER go for you, you needed to stop daydreaming.

Little did you know the whole time you were together, in his head all he was doing was counting the seconds until he’d get to be near you face to face again…

On the third day of waiting for your brother, San had convinced you to let him play soccer outside for an hour. Chan had come over early that morning to work on a project the professor had emailed everybody about the night before. You loved your son so much but getting school work done with him around was nearly impossible with a new person around.

He’d get too excited as you didn’t have people come around very often given your situation. Chan ended up spending most of the time he had been at your house playing games with him. And even you had to admit that the scene was rather adorable.

San would pull at or hit Chan for whatever role he was playing and Chan just… let him and went along with it with a giant grin plastered on his face. But you had to keep reminding yourself that you had work to do. Focus is key.

It was right in the middle of the day and it was only supposed to be for an hour. You could see him playing from your kitchen window where the two of you were studying, so you figured what would the harm be. It wasn’t until he came bouncing back into the house with his little soccer ball chirping on to Channie about a “nice doggy” that nudged his ball back to him when it went too close to the tree line that the idea of going outside terror struck your heart.

You were so busy with Chan that you didn’t even realize your son could’ve been in danger. You quickly asked Chan to leave, something he didn’t even protest. He was already packing up before your son had come into the house for some reason, which you thought was strange. You weren’t done studying yet he was already rushing out the door before your son could even get finished talking about “the puppy”…

“Alright!” Chan smacked his backpack on the kitchen table with a loud thud to gain all his brother’s attention, “Which one of you decided to come and interrupt me and ______‘s study session huh?!”

All the boys gave each other a funny look…

“Channie, what the actual fuck are you talking about…?” Jeonghan spoke up in the now tense atmosphere that was their living room.

“Don’t give me that Hyung! You all KNOW what I’m talking about.” He ran his hands through his hair in a huff, “And you guys! One of you jackasses decided to come spy on me and ______. Seriously??”

The pup knew he may have been a little emotional about the whole ordeal. But it could’ve ended badly and they needed to know that, “Do you guys even know how embarrassing that is??? Did you guys completely forget that I could sense you from inside the house??”

The youngest in the pack had heard sounds from outside while sitting next to you studying. But it wasn’t until the hair on the back of his neck started to stand up and his fangs threatened to elongate that he realized it was another wolf he was sensing. The only problem was was that he was too far away and boxed in to smell or see whoever it was clearly. So he had no way of already knowing which of his brothers had come to check on him.

“And going up to HER SON in wolf form??? Are you fucking kidding me?? What if she found me out??”

He never thought his pack would want to try and embarrass him so much that they’d risk their shared secret. And he definitely didn’t think that they’d go up to your son.

“Channie, I didn’t tell them anything. I swear!” Jeonghan put his hands up in defense mode.

Chans eyes shifted to red, melting the brown contacts they used to hide their true eye colors, “Bullshit!”

Jihoon stood from his place of chilling on the couch, “Down boy!” He joked coming over to pat the pup’s shoulder fondly, “None of us have even left the house today. We literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, most of us didn’t even know you went to see _______. How would we had gone down to watch you guys.” Seokmin stated with a bit of annoyance lacing his tone.

“Then who the fuck came up to her son in their backyard??” Chan shouted, a round of silence settling in the whole conversation.

All the wolves seemed to shift their attention to one another, trying to quietly guess who could’ve actually done something so stupid and not let the rest of the pack in on it. But no one could seem to come up with a solid culprit.

That’s when the realization seemed to hit him, “Shit. If it wasn’t one of you guys… then who was it…?”

Seungcheol got up from his seat and put his hand on the younger boy’s shoulder, “I hate to say this Channie but… it could be the wolf we smelt on them the first time we met them…” The alpha suggested, sending a wave of aggravation and fear through the youngest’s spine.

“Oh Fuck.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” The pup of the pack shouted as he gripped his hair in thought, “San acted as if it was a random dog, if it was his dad or someone in their family he would’ve known!… Right?” Chan argued with his brothers.

“Maybe.” Wonwoo partially agreed, “You don’t know that though. He’s still little. They may not have told him anything about wolves yet. Half of our parents didn’t tell us till we were about to shift/had actually shifted.” He pointed out, cleaning his glasses out of habit from the darkly looming situation, “Hell, It may not have even been him, it could’ve easily been another pack coming to check out her area after having smelt a new wolf scent.” The sharp nosed wolf corrected, trying to make his youngest brother feel better anyway he could.

Seungcheol shook is head in disagreement to the other boy’s idea, “I don’t think so. We know most of the packs around us and I haven’t heard anything from the other alphas suggesting any of them even know something’s up.”

“Oh man,” Chan paced back and forth between the couches in living room like a mad man, worried now not only for your safety, but for your son’s as well, “Oh man this is bad. This is like REALLY REALLY bad…” He grabbed at his neck.

He felt like he was suffocating. He couldn’t breathe. You were supposed to be his. The chances of it being just a random strange wolf were slim to none. And if it was your ex, he wasn’t sure what he could do. If you wanted him over himself, he couldn’t stop you.

Sure you guys had been texting each other for a few days and all, but he was still practically just the guy down the street to you. But the pup was also worried for another reason. He had noticed whenever he seemed to get too close to you during your classes or project sessions, you’d flinch.

Not to mention you were always unbelievably jittery and constantly vigilantly looking over your shoulder. It broke Chan’s heart to see you so on edge all the time. When he mentioned it to Joshua a few days ago in conversation, he told him those were signs that you had came from an abusive situation.

You just moved here seemingly out of no where, you had no friends and you weren’t really trying to make any. You kept to yourself, you didn’t like leaving the house. And you always had to have your son within your line of vision and you’d always look around as if you were making sure you weren’t being followed. It all made sense the more and more he thought about it.

It just made him all the more frightened for you. If it wasn’t another pack, then it must be whoever it was you were running from. He knew literally nothing about him and yet he knew he didn’t like him.

He had a sinking pit in his stomach that he’d done horrible things to you and he refused to ever let any of it ever happen again. So he promised himself he’d go over to see you again tomorrow, in his human form. Just so he could be sure you were alright.

It was another four days after the incident before your brother could get to you. Your country was going through a war and was thousands of miles away from Korea. You were honestly shocked he made it as quick as he did. He must’ve traveled almost without breaks or sleep to see you.

You passed the time waiting for him to show by caring for your son and talking to Chan, who you just couldn’t seem to stay away from at this point. You couldn’t help it, the kid was irresistible.

He didn’t seem to mind the constant texting and study sessions you had, which just seemed to be more like playdates between him and your son. It was easy to say that the two had become fast friends.

And, while you were still always worried for your safety, you were truly glad he kept coming around. It made your son happier than you’d seen him in a long time. You missed seeing him laugh and smile and Chan just seemed to have a way to bring it out in both of you in the best of ways.

But when your brother did make it to you, you realized he must’ve ran all day and all night at full speed. When you opened your front door to greet him, he looked beyond exhausted.

“Mako!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around your big brother’s shoulders as he caught you when you opened the door.

He gave you a small pat on your petite back, “Hey _______.” He replied softly with tears glistening in his hardened eyes.

It had been a few months of not seeing each other. Before everything happened, you used to be so close with all your siblings, you’d tell each other everything. Now, you were thousands of miles away from home for your own safety and your family back in your village refused to acknowledge you ever existed. It broke your heart so you tried not to think about it. Your brother didn’t have that luxury as he still lived with and saw everyone everyday.

“Uncle Mako!” San pushed his way from behind your legs and slammed into his towering uncle’s thighs, holding on for dear life as if he was scared that if he let go he’d vanish before his eyes.

“Hey Asanar! How are you little man?” Mako knelt down towards your son and gave him a great big bear hug. He very evidently missed your son as much as you had missed him because he was all but crushing the poor boy as he held onto him.

He pulled himself out of your brother’s death grip with a little giggle, “I’m okay. Mommy says we’re both okay... Is that why you’re here? To make sure we’re okay?”

Mako gave you a concerned look, to which you narrowed your eyes and shook your head, signaling to him that your son wasn’t 100% in the loop with the situation, “T-That’s right buddy. I came to just come check on you guys, just to see how well you’re doing here.” He skeptically answered your son.

San looked to be sad for a moment before he regained his bubbly little personality that everyone loved so much, “Good. Because mommy’s too stressed!” He taunted, to which you stuck your tongue out at him playfully and he returned your action.

After that, you all went inside your home and you bolted the door shut quickly, something that didn’t go unnoticed by either male in the room.

“Are you okay mommy…?” San tugged at the edge of your shirt with worried eyes.

You held your hand lovingly against his face, “Yes my love. Don’t worry! Mommy just has to speak with uncle Mako about something. Why don’t you go play outside for a moment.” You very hesitantly told him.

Even with your brother there to now help, you didn’t really love the idea of letting your son go outside alone. But it wasn’t super far and your brother would know if anything was wrong. You needed San gone so you could speak with Mako without his little prying ears listening in from behind.

Mako found himself a home on your arm chair with a small groan, “So how are you my little sister? You didn’t sound well over the phone.”

“Truth be told…” You whimpered out behind watery eyes, “I’m not” Your voice broke at the end of your sentence as you tried to swallow back a lump that had formed in your throat.

You took one look at your brother and you broke out in sobs. He sped up from his seat and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest in the process, “Hey, shhh shhh shhh… It’ll be alright. Don’t worry. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.”

“But- But it’s not nothing Mako.” You informed him softly, trying to not alert your son outside with your volume, “I’m so stressed. It’s all I think about and it’s never gonna stop. At this point, if it were just me, I would’ve let him kill me already just to be done already. Just so I wouldn’t have to fight anymore. But I can’t give up! I have a son! I can’t- I can’t let him take him! Tell me what to do Mako, please just- just tell me what I have to do to make this all stop!” You wailed quietly as you gripped onto your brother’s torso for dear life.

He retracted you from his chest and wiped your tears with a sad smile, “I don’t know _______, but I promise you, I’ll figure it out. You’re not alone.”

You looked up at him with a defeated smile with the best reassured look you could muster up. You were so tired, you just wanted to sleep for days on end. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear from existence.

“Why don’t we make some coffee and we’ll figure out where to go from here okay?” Mako gestured just as the doorbell rang throughout the house.

You gave him a knowing look, “OkAAAAAy…. How about I make the coffee and you answer the door?” He joked went left you by the door so he could head to the kitchen.

Opening the front door, you were met with a familiar face that sent your heart rate spiraling, “Oh Chan! Hi! What- what are you doing here?”

“Oh you know- I was just in the neighborhood and… and I thought I’d stop by to make sure you… um… got everything done for your part of the project like we talked about…” He very awkwardly smiled at his clearly made up reason for coming to see you.

Seeing his cute shyness made something swell in your chest you hadn’t felt before, “Oh… well yes I did. I finished it last night. I can send it to you if you want!” You suggested just as a loud fumble originated from the kitchen, causing concern to plaster itself on the young boy’s face.

“_______, are you- are you okay? Is there someone else here? I thought you and San lived alone…?” He quizzed.

“Oh yes- yes we’re fine. That’s just… that is just someone in my family visiting from home. Im sorry, if he had not come here I’d probably ask you in but he physically JUST got here and I- um well we have some catching up to do. Is there anyway we could do this another time?” You sweetly begged him, trying your best to not upset him.

You really had begun to like Chan. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew it was wrong. But he was just so… sweet.

How could you not love someone who was not only amazing to you, but amazing to your son as well. It happened so rarely. You stopped dead in thought, did you really think you loved him? Were you going crazy? You didn’t know him and he didn’t know you. You were just lab partners. Still… It almost seemed as if he didn’t mind that you were a young single mother.

“O-of course! I understand. Don’t worry! We’ll get together later and- and we can finish the project as a whole then!” Concurred the boy in front of you as he waved you goodbye and started his walk back home.

You quickly shut the door once he was mostly out of view, only to suddenly be met with a very strange faced brother.

His appearance made your heart beat race. You put your hand over your chest to help soothe it and bring your pulse back to a normal speed.

“Aya! Why do you have to be such a stalky creep Mako! You nearly gave me a heart attack” You giggled and slapped your brother’s chest playfully to lessen the tension, but your brother’s serious face was not fading.

“Who was that boy??” He questioned you as he got closer to you and took a sniff of the surrounding air.

You back up a little to regain some personal space, “Oh… him?” You gulped, “That was just Chan. He’s- He’s my lab partner at school and he-” your brother started circling you, “He just wanted to finish the project we had to work on but- but I told him now wasn’t a good time. So- so he left.” You finished, following your brother’s figure in his little dance around you.

“You should be more careful ______. He’s a wolf.” Mako informed you as he finally stopped his pacing.

Your heart all but stopped at his statement, “W-What…? No… no he- he couldn’t be. He’s- he’s just the boy next door…” you ran your hand through your hair in nervousness.

“Well boy next door or not. He’s a wolf. I could smell it all over him. He probably lives with a bunch of them too from the harshness of it all.” He declared while walking into your kitchen, “Are you sure he’s not the one you’ve been feeling around you? They could be a house full of mate stealers or collectors you know. They definitely wouldn’t be the first.” He took a sip of his coffee in a reformed manner.

You were in disbelief. Chan? Your sweet Channie was a wolf? How was that even possible? He didn’t seem like any werewolf you had ever met. He was considerate and thoughtful, not that some wolves weren’t it’s just the ones you’ve been near, minus your own brother, weren’t usually as attentive or loving as he was. It didn’t make sense. You just couldn’t wrap your brain around it.

Your brother sensed your reluctance when you started to zone out of the conversation, “______, he’s not like, your boyfriend or anything right?” He asked while setting his cup down and handing you your own.

“W-What? Channie? No he’s- he’s just a friend. One of the few I actually managed to make. I just- I just can’t believe he’s one of you. I never would’ve thought. He’s so gentle, I never would’ve made him out to be a big bad wolf.” You take the cup from your brother and down the bitter brew to gain you back some of your footing.

“Well maybe he’s who’s been stalking around. Before I came in, I saw paw prints leading to your backyard. I think whoever it was has been watching your house.” Mako disclosed to you with a somber face.

Your own fell, “But just a minute ago you were telling me it was probably nothing!” You protested.

“Well yeah… but that was also before I knew a wolf pack had been hanging around you. They’ve probably been stalking you.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense! Why on Earth would they do that?? What reason would they have to stalk me??” You angrily huffed at your brother’s insinuation.

“Well if they’re mate stealers or collectors, they’re trying to find the right time to strike…” He trailed off and leaned on the counter behind him for support.

You shook your head in defiance, “Why the hell would a pack of them want ME?? Huh? I’m all used up and broken. I’m a single mom with a tornado toddler. I’m no good to anyone let alone some sickos just trying to get off!”

“_____, I know how you feel about yourself given everything that’s happened to you, but regardless of that these guys would still want you. Collectors are crazy about finding the best girls they can to share. No matter what you think of yourself, your still very beautiful. And the fact that you’ve been in such a situation, to them, it would make you…. Well it would make it easier for them…” he stiffly explained to you.

“No!” You shouted while throwing your hands in the air, “Chan isn’t like that! He wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

Just as you finished your sentence, an ear crippling scream broke its way into your conversation. It was coming from the backyard. Both you and your brother’s faces dropped in horror.

“San!!”

You burst your way through the doors of the hospital ward, holding onto your son’s hand for dear life, “It’s okay my love,” you say in your native language so only you, San, and Mako could understand, “It’s gonna be okay.” You did your best to fake a smile for him.

When you went outside to find him, you couldn’t believe the sight you were met with. Your son was laying on the now red covered grass, crying his eyes out. He was holding his little arm and screeching in pain.

“San baby!” You wailed and ran and knelt down beside him trying to find the source of his bleeding as your brother went back in the house to grab some supplies, “Baby tell me what hurts!”

He turn himself over just enough for you to see his arm in a better light. It was torn to shreds. You could see part of his bone and a lot of deep red blood coming from the newly exposed skin. It looked like it had been put through a meat grinder. You wanted to throw up and cry all at once. But you knew that wouldn’t help anything.

Your brother and out with some towels and a little medical supply bag you had for emergencies. You had been through your fair share of brutal ‘accidents’ and at this point, you’d learned how to fix things yourself. You quickly grabbed one of the towels Mako had brought out and wrapped it around his arm, “San my love how did this happen??” You all but bawled as you held pressure on his arm.

The next thing he managed to say caused every bone in your own body to go cold: Puppy.

Now here you and your brother were, sitting in a hospital room while the doctors had taken your baby into surgery to try and save his arm. You couldn’t stop crying. Your hands were still stained with his blood, your clothes were now soiled with your son’s tears. Your brother had his arm around you to try and get you to calm down. But it was no use. You were a wreck. Your only reason for living was laying on a hospital gurney fighting for his life.

Why didn’t you watch him? Why did you let him go outside? Why didn’t you protect him? How could you let your baby get hurt? What kind of mother were you?

It got so bad that your brother had to ask the nurse to give you a sedative. Normally they wouldn’t do such a thing, but given that you were basically flailing yourself in the middle of their lobby, she didn’t have much of a choice.

After the shot, you felt like everything was going in slow motion. You were still crying, but the tears were less severe. You weren’t shrieking in gut wrenching pain anymore. You just… numb.

It was another six hours of your brother consoling you in the hospital before a doctor came out to speak with you. As soon as you saw him, both of you stood up to greet him.

“Ms. ______?”

“Yes. That’s me. Doctor please tell me, is my son okay?” You trembled.

“Yes Ms. but his arm is badly damaged. We did what we could to repair some of the damage. But unfortunately until he wakes up and heals more, we have no idea about the extent of the long term damages. He may never be able to use his arm again. But you can go see him whenever you’re ready, though he’ll be unconscious for a while longer.” And with that, the doctor bowed his head to you both and took his leave.

You all but fell into your brother’s arms. You had to explain to him in your native language what the doctor said as he didn’t speak Korean and the severity of the situation just knocked you off your feet.

He’s only a baby. How can he grow up without he function of his arm?

“I told you so.” Your brother just had to let out as you both sat by your son’s bedside.

You sighed loudly with watery eyes, “Mako, don’t-” he quickly interrupted you.

“No. I told you so. It was that boy. I know it was.” Of course when you were at your worst, he would still have the balls to taunt you.

“Mako, I’m not in the mood right-” you tried again to be met with failure.

“No. My nephew is in a hospital bed right now. We both know he’s the only other wolf you’ve been around. He was there right before it happened. It HAD to have been him-”

“I KNOW ALRIGHT! I know! You don’t have to lecture me! I know it’s all my fault! I should’ve been more careful about who I was around!” You barked at him as volumized as you could while still remaining quiet enough to not arouse suspicion, “I was stupid. It won’t happen again.”

“Well… good. Just as long as we both know you fucked up.” You scowled at him from across your son’s bed.

“So what do we do now?” You asked.

“We take him home. Then I��ll deal with the problem as soon as I can.”

You gulped. Part of you hurt at the thought of your brother hurting Chan. You didn’t know why. He was just the boy next door. You shouldn’t have cared so much about him being eliminated.

Especially after it looked like he was the one who mangled your son. But you did. It hurt so fucking badly. Almost as badly as it hurt seeing your son bleeding on the ground. Almost.

“Okay.”

“How are you feeling my love?” You quizzed your son once again as you opened the door to your shared home and let him in.

You stayed at the hospital for five days. Five days was all they kept him. You felt like it should’ve been longer do to his injuries. But they let him go once he started to walk around since they ruled out child abuse.

Once he started talking about the puppy, much to your dismay, they started believing it was a random dog that had found it’s way into your backyard and you went with it as to not gain any unwanted attention. Now he was acting as if nothing happened. As if he wasn’t maimed by a wolf. He was just his usual little happy self.

“I’m okay mommy. Can I go play now?” He smiled as he kicked his shoes off.

You gave him a sad grin bad, “Yes my love. If you feel up to it. But stay in the house. Understood?”

He bobbed his little head up and down, “Yes mommy. I promise.”

Your brother made his way in with all the baggage you all managed to accumulate at the hospital. He just got through the door way to your house before he started to drop everything to the ground, “Man I may have wolf strength, but that shit was rough.” He chuckled.

You couldn’t believe that they were both acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They had just moved on from it like nothing.

“Yeah well, get over it. We’ve got bigger things to worry about.” You reminded him, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Aya, don’t you ever let up ______. Just sit down and breathe for a second.” He pushed you to sit down on the couch after shutting and locking the door.

You groaned at him, “Mako. We do not have the time for breathing. My son was almost killed by a wolf. We need to deal with this and we need to deal with it now!” You almost shouted at him, just staying quiet enough to make sure San couldn’t hear from the other room.

“Look I’m concerned too. But dealing with the problem can wait a day or two while we recover from it all. Besides, don’t you have class today?” He clicked his tongue as he sat down on the couch across from you.

He was right, the realization hit you. You did have class today, “So what,” you shrugged, “I’m obviously not going. My son was nearly killed. By my lab partner in fact. I’m sure the professor will make an exception and be understanding.”

“You know you can’t just say that to them. Plus, what better way to get a feel for where the kid’s at than to speak to him in person where he can’t run away.” Mako suggested, leaning back in his seat in the process.

“I want to claw his eyes out for what he did,” liar. Even after he did what all evidence pointed to him doing, you still couldn’t find it in your heart to hurt him. “What makes you think I’ll be able to hold a conversation with him? I haven’t even answered his texts the last few days.” You tried to convince yourself.

You didn’t really hate him. You couldn’t. Even if all evidence pointed to him being the one who harmed San. Your heart hurt just thinking about him. You were telling the truth about not texting him back though. You hadn’t. Not since the day San was mauled.

“I have faith in you. You can do it. Just act normal and make him think we don’t suspect him. Then I can deal with things.”

“But- but what about San? I can’t just leave him here!” You stomped your small foot on the ground to try and make a point.

Your brother just chuckled at your foolishness, “I’m here _____. And we both know I won’t let anything happen to him. So you need to go.” He pushed. On one hand the thought of having to speak with Chan after everything made you sick.

But there was still a huge part of you that wanted to hear his voice again for some reason. And it seemed to be stronger than the disgusted part because the next work out of your mouth was, “Okay.”

When you walked into class, he was once again staring at the door, as if he was waiting for someone. Part of you wanted to roll your eyes. The other part was hoping it was you he was waiting on.

That part of you was more than satisfied when his face grew into a smile and he waved you over to him like he did last time. Only this time, you didn’t return his smile. Just like you didn’t return his texts.

Honestly, Chan had begun to worry about you. After he left your house the other day, something started to feel… off once he got home.

He couldn’t REALLY put his finger on WHAT was off, but he knew something was up. So naturally, he texted you to make sure you were okay as he thought going over to your house twice in one day would’ve been too clingy. But you didn’t answer him.

Nor did you answer his next text a few hours later. Or the next one. Or the next one after that. He had begun to panic. He was worried you were in trouble. His brothers all tried to play it off as you begin busy but honestly, they were worried to. This didn’t sound like the loving motherly girl their brother had talked to them so much about.

So after a few days, Chan, Mingyu, and Minghao planned to go over to your house to go check and make sure you were okay. They could always make some excuse like ‘they just wanted to be sure their baby brother got to your place okay’ or something stupid to make you believe it was more as a joke and not so serious. But really, they were concerned that something had happened to you so they wanted reinforcements.

Once they got to your door and knocked, no one answered. They knocked and rang the door bell again and once again, no one answered. They did this three more times to no avail. So they decided to check your place out quietly to see if they could figure out why you weren’t answering because, surely even if you were asleep at this point, you would’ve woken up and gotten the door. Mingyu went around back towards your backyard while Chan and Minghao went to check inside the house after Minghao picked the lock.

The two boys found nothing odd or out of the ordinary upstairs or near the front door. It wasn’t until they went to the kitchen/living room that they saw and smelt the blood. It made Chan’s pulse skyrocket. There were little drops scattered about on the floor and there were bloody towels in the kitchen sink.

Once they opened the back door and let Mingyu in, his report wasn’t any better. A bloodbath in the backyard on the grass. Paw prints everywhere. Torn bits of clothing scattered about.

Chan started to hyperventilate. What could’ve happened to you? Why didn’t he feel it? How could he not feel that you were in danger? You were his mate, he was supposed to protect you. But he couldn’t even do that. How could he not have protected you?

The older two boys tried to calm their baby brother down by insisting that if something bad had actually happened to YOU, he would’ve felt it i me the depths of his soul. It did help relax him a bit, but that only meant one other thing: it must be San. He was the only other one that actually LIVED in the house.

That’s when another thought dawned on him: you had someone staying with you. You told him someone had come into town to see you that day all this started. What if they hurt you both somehow? What if it was HIM?

So he followed the mating pull and his brothers tracked your scent to the hospital. They figured you must have been in there. You didn’t smell like death, you must’ve been alive.

And as much as Chan wanted to crash through the doors, run around until he found you, then smash his lips to yours promising to never let you go again, he knew he couldn’t. He’d just have to wait till you came out. So that’s exactly what he did. He waited. And waited. And waited. And soon, it was time for him to go to school.

At first he didn’t even want to go in case you came back home, but his brothers convinced him by reminding him that you also had Chemistry that day. So he bolted down to the campus and sat on his usual stool and prayed to any god listening that you’d show up unharmed and unhurt.

For most of the class, you completely ignored him. You sat there straight faced and tried your best to pay attention to the teacher and not to the boy burrowing holes in the side of your head. But god, you wanted to look at him. You NEEDED to look at him. You couldn’t though. You had to be strong. He hurt your son, you had to keep reminding yourself, you had to leave him alone.

It wasn’t until after the class had ended and literally everyone had cleared out but the two of you that he spoke to you.

“______! You don’t even know how glad I am to see you!” He’s joking right? “When you didn’t answer my messages, I thought- well i dont really know what I thought really. I was just sooooo worried for you.” For you? What about for your SON?

You scoffed in his direction and loaded your backpack full of your books and pads of paper.

“______? Why aren’t you speaking to me…? Did I- did I do something to offend you?” Yeah. You nearly ripped my son’s arm off you jackass.

You pulled your pack on and made your way to the door of the classroom. You were ready to go off, it didn’t help that this class was one of the only ones going on at this time of night. You were hungry and worried and tired. You wanted to leave.

“______?” He followed you to the door. He FOLLOWED you to the door.

The audacity he had was almost enough to make you slap him. You were supposed to remain cool. To make him think everything was fine so your brother could deal with it. But he was testing your limits.

“What do you want Chan huh?!? What is it I could POSSIBLY do for you after what you did??” You growled at him, sending him jolting back slightly in his place.

“What- ______, what are you talking about? What did I do?” He asked all doe eyed and helpless as he pulled your shoulder gently so you could look at him. God you were so angry with yourself for wanting to kiss him.

“You know what you did Chan!” You yanked your arm back, “And how could you? My son?? MY SON??? What did he EVER do to deserve that?? You’re a monster!” You declared as you pushed him back and made your way out the door and down the hall to the exit.

Aside from the initial shock of having you be pissed at him for no reason, he had to find out what the actual fuck you were talking about. So he pushed his feet to copy your movements and went towards the exit into the parking lot. When he finally hit the pavement, he felt small rain drops fall onto his skin.

“_____! Wait please! Please talk to me! I don’t understand what you’re talking about!” He pleaded as you got into your car and tried to roll over the engine. It was an older car so it was taking more tries than you would’ve liked.

Finally, the lights went on and the engine began to roar, just as he found your parking spot and put his hands on the hood of your car.

“_____ please! What happened? What do you think I did? I know what you’re saying!” He repeated with glossy eyes.

You just rolled yours, “Move Chan or I’ll make you move!” You spit at him at venomously as a viper.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t try and push to the point of potentially getting ran over by a car, but he couldn’t leave things like this with you. He LOVED you. He was just hoping for his own sake that part of you already loved him too thanks to the mate pull so he wouldn’t get hit.

“No! I won’t move until you tell me what’s going on!” He shouted over the volume of your engine. You just put your foot on the gas pedal and revved at him in an effort to scare him. But it didn’t work.

“Go on then! Hit me! If you won’t talk to me then I don’t want to live anyways!” Tears we’re already falling down his face.

He couldn’t help it, he knew you didn’t know, but this would be considered a rejection in his wolf parts eyes. He’d die anyways if you didn’t accept him. So what did he really have to lose by standing his ground?

You heavily sighed at yourself for being so weak and pulled your keys from your engine, getting out of your vehicle and standing in front of the now distraught boy, “I could’ve killed you Chan!” You threw your hands in the air at his stupidity.

He just smiled slightly and bit his lip, “Yeah… but you didn’t.”

You mumbled something in your native language that he didn’t understand and ran your hands through your hair, “I just want to know why you did it? I thought-” you swallowed a choke that was bound to set itself free, “-Some crazy part of me thought that some part of you liked me… and then you- you go and attack my son! How- how could you? He’s just a baby!”

Chan’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Wait! San got attacked?!?!? By what? Is he alright? Where is he? Is he hurt?” He seemed genuinely concerned, which confused and infuriated you even more.

“Dont bullshit me Chan! You were the only one who could’ve done it! You were the only one of your kind around other than my brother and he was inside with me the ENTIRE time!” You stood right in front of him and poked at his toned chest.

“My kind…” he looked down and seemed to be in thought for a moment before he let out a breath you didn’t even know he was holding in, “So you know about me then…”

“Yes of course I do!” You pushed at his shoulders.

“How?” He mumbled.

You scoffed at him for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, “How? HOW?!? My brother told me. He said he could smell you from a mile away! Then you go and mangle my son! What do you mean how?!?”

His head shot back up, “Wait! You think I hurt your son?!? ______, I would never hurt San! Or you! Because I- I….” He trailed off.

“Because you what??” You interrogated him with tears threatening to fall from your eyes in anger.

“I- I love you.” He stuttered.

You drew yourself back to stand up straighter and your face fell, “You- You what?”

He tightened one of his hands into a fist by his side in comfort as he prepared to speak again, “I said I love you. I’d never hurt you. Or San!”

You felt a tear slide down your cheek as you blinked to confirm you had indeed just heard what you thought you had. You stared into Chan’s eyes deeply, looking for any sign of trickery or maliciousness and found none, “You-” You shook yourself out of your trance, “You don’t love me Chan. You’re- You’re just a kid.”

“That’s not true! I may be younger but I’m not stupid!” He stepped closer to your form and pushed a piece of stray wet hair behind your ear, “I love you. Since you already know what I am and since your brother is one, I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out by now. You’re my mate _______.” He tilted your chin up so you’d look at him, “I’d never hurt you. I love you. I’d do anything for you.”

You felt like you were in a daze, “Then- Then who hurt my son?” You looked at him frightened.

“I don’t know. But it wasn’t anyone in my pack. We’ve actually gone through great lengths lately to check on you to make sure you were okay. The second San came in talking about the puppy I went home and told them and they were all busy that day. It wasn’t them. I figured it was whoever you were running from…” he earnestly told you.

That snapped you out of your little bubble, “I’m- I’m not running from anybody!” You tried to emphasize to him.

You didn’t really want him to know. It was bad enough your family knew, you couldn’t tell him too. It was humiliating.

He took your shakey hands in his own soft solid ones, “______, I know that’s not true.” His eyes glistened into your own with such love, you broke down and started crying.

You told him everything, right there in the deserted parking lot of your university with rain pouring down on you both.

Though it very much surprised Chan, he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his torso, even though you slightly flinched at the contact. To him, it felt unbelievably natural, like he had done it 1000 times before. You started sobbing. You started sobbing hard. Being held by him felt like coming home after a long car drive. It felt like you were floating lost in space and he had pulled you back into orbit.

You weren’t sure of much in life, but you were sure of one thing: you were positive he would never hurt you or your son.

He kissed the top of your soaked head and put both hands on the side to have you gave him, “______, I’m sorry about what’s happened to you in the past. But I promise you, I’ll never let it happen again.” And when you looked into his eyes, you could tell that he truly meant every single word he said.

(Edited 10/20/22)

#seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen angst #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt au #svt chan #seventeen chan #lee chan #svt dino #lee dino

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delu-jean · 3 years

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Erwin x reader based on attack on caste, could you make reader like one of his crew worker friend tysm 💌

𝐌𝐫. 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

(Erwin x fem!/reader) -> fluff -> 1.9k

Request: Erwin x reader based on attack on caste, could you make reader like one of his crew worker friend tysm 💌

Notes: I haven't read it, but saw a brief summary on the separate au! Since I had quite the freedom, this is a confession scenario and the reader is a teacher! Thanks for the request, and hope it's to your liking. ^^

Erwin was the History teacher. That being said, you were the English teacher, only two rooms away from his. Levi and Hange had always known you had quite the crush on him. Hange would constantly tease you about it, and surprisingly, Levi would use it as blackmail (he used it only when you refused to buy him new cleaning supplies). That being said, your bank account was not doing the best. He had you constantly on your toes since you didn’t want Erwin knowing about how you felt...well...not yet at least. You wanted to do things when you felt it was right, although...you never knew if that time would come.

English was something you liked teaching, and since Erwin had a liking for literature (and history of course), you’d take advantage of that every now and then. You see, Erwin wouldn’t approach you, rather, you did with books and all different types of topics. Hoping that you could extend your time together. Your conversations were rather...interesting. He took his pride and joy into your talks, expressing how much he loved your variety. And you would constantly talk about how extraordinary his taste was.

Each time you brought a new book and obtained his praise, it made you blush. You couldn’t help but feel so smitten for someone like Erwin. Perfect in every aspect, your co-worker, and a very kind person in general. Though you thought that, it seemed others thought differently.

“Miss. L/n, why do you even like Mr. Smith? I mean, he’s so generic and boring in my opinion. Wouldn’t you rather go out with a guy like me?” Jean snickered as you shook your head.

“Jean, that’s none of your business. Plus, who said I had such inappropriate feelings for Mr. Smith?”

“Miss, sorry to inform you, but Jean does have a point-” you then looked at Eren in a defensive way.

“Not in that way...it’s just that, it’s obvious you like him,” Jean then followed after Eren spoke:

“Yeah, you’re constantly approaching him and well...he kind of doesn’t-”

“Shut up Jean!” Annie threw her bag at him.

“You don’t have to be such an ass. None of the girls think it’s cute”

“Shut up Annie!”

“H-hey, let’s calm down-”

“Armin, you too! Be quiet!”

“Enough. All of you in your seats right now,” you hallared and the students did as told. Though you hated to admit, those little kids did have a point. You always came after Erwin, and he, never after you. He probably saw you as a friend if anything. Just someone he could casually talk to when it came to english...nothing else. Though Hange had thought differently, if Levi didn’t say anything...your hunch was probably right. Speaking of Heichou, he surprisingly flung the door after all of the commotion.

“Oi, shut up brats.”

“Janitor Levi!” They all sat in silence since they were scared of him (given the intimidating look).

“You know what, I’m sick and tired of this. I’ve been waiting for one of you idiots to actually do something.”

“Mr. Ackerman, that’s absurd-”

“No it’s not. Let’s go, all of us now. If he rejects you, then too bad. And if he accepts you...well that’ll be disgusting but it’ll get out of my way.”

“I’m still in the middle of receding Shakspere-”

Hange would come in with her lab coat drenched in some kind of liquid. You wouldn’t question though, since it was probably something harmful. You didn’t need her to lose her job, plus, you enjoyed her company quite a lot.

“C’mon Y/n! He totally likes you-” Jean would snort, causing Eren to punch his shoulder.

“Well...as I was saying, he obviously does! Come on! Do you really want to be that one depressed English teacher who’s single till her 70’s?”

“And what if I do?” you questioned.

“ Well I know you don’t, so let’s get going!”

Hange would drag you to Erwin. The students followed, and Levi trailed behind. He made sure that most of the crowd was under control, and that he could see the deed was done himself (from afar of course). You guys looked like a kindergarten line awaiting to go outside. Jean and Eren fought here and there, but other than that, everyone else was quiet. Waiting for what was yet to come.

Hange smacked open the door and yelled

“ERWINNNNNNNNN! I’VE GOT A SPECIAL SURPRISE FOR YOU!”

“Hange...please don’t-”

“Oh, what is it Y/n?” The philosopher was putting a book away. He looked very handsome while doing so, and Hange could tell that’s how you were thinking.

“Oh, that’s right”

Hange then pushed you into the classroom, and forced everyone away as you sat utterly speechless. She smirked, winked, and did almost every teasing gesture she could. Erwin sat fixated on you, wondering what surprise was going to be given...and ohoho, was he really in for one.

Erwin then walked closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder. You jumped a bit at the sudden motion, but tried keeping calm. Your heart raced as he then said:

“Hange, what is the matter at hand about? I have to prepare for my next class, and quite frankly, this is time consuming.”

‘Time consuming?...’ you sulked a bit disappointed.

“Okay okay, so I won’t be delivering it...but instead Y/n will!! You two have fun, and I’ll come check up on the both of you later!” she then slammed the door and he removed his hand from you.

“I’m sorry Miss. L/n, I didn’t realize it was you who had something to show me.”

“N-no, don’t be. Mr. Smith, if you’re busy I won’t bother you and will be on my way-”

“I’m not busy…” he muttered as he leaned on his desk.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked, trying to see if what you heard was right. He then approached closer, now both of you face to face (with a gap because of your height difference). He crossed his arms, and you watched as his eyes darted at yours.

He seemed to be genuine with what he said, and you could tell by the way his eyes had softened. He looked very gentle and cautious. Maybe this had to do with the fact that you were such a doubtful/uncertain person...or that he didn’t want to hurt your feelings? You weren’t sure what to conclude, and because of that, asked:

“But then, what you said to Miss. Hange-”

“I meant what I said to her. I’m too busy to deal with whatever nonsense she has to show me. Though she does show interesting things, as of right now, I really do have a class to prepare for,” you then bit your cheek, looking away as he continued.

“But, I’m never too busy for you. If you have another novel to share, I’d love to hear about it. I’ve always got time to make for you, and even if I don’t in the moment, I will try my best afterwards,” your cheeks flushed as he smiled. Such an earnest gentleman giving you such gestures, made you melt. You then watched as he grabbed your hand, making you immediately look at him.

“Haha, I was hoping that would work. Now, what is it that you wanted to tell me, Miss. L/n?”

“That I...I um...that that…” you inhaled deeply trying to think straight. It was now or never, and if he rejected you, at least you would be able to move on. Though it might’ve been awkward, at least he would’ve been honest, and you as well.

“Mr. Smith...no, I mean...Erwin Smith,” he seemed shocked as you called his name. You’ve never said it infront of him which he found quite alluring. Though he thought that, seeing his sudden change in reaction, you thought you stepped over a boundary.

“Oh, I’m sorry-”

“No no, you’re more than welcome to call me that. So continue, Y/n.”

“Oh, okay. Erwin...I, I like you. I’ve liked you for a while now and have wanted to tell you...but I was a little scared.”

“What were you scared of?”

“Well...that things would get awkward for us as co-workers-”

“Why would things get awkward?” his tone was sharp as he asked you, seeming as if you were in the middle of an interrogation.

“W-well, since you would’ve rejected me-”

“Who said I would?” he locked his gaze into yours, noticing how fearful you seemed. He then straightened himself, and then squeezed your palm. Ever so soft did the notion feel, as he then stated:

“Y/n...I like you a lot as well. From the first moment I saw you, I was dazed by your presence. You were just so...beautiful...both physically, and well...in general,” you looked at him, now feeling as if he was surprising you. Though Erwin had such a way with words, you never thought he would express them this way...especially to you.

“The way you lit up any room, how you adorably approached me with good taste in texts, and how you’ve made sure to make your students the best they can be. Those few factors made me really look up to you. You give yourself less credit than you deserve, and I hope that after hearing that...well...you try differently,” he then intertwined his hand with yours. His fingers laced tightly, as yours dangeld gently.

“But...why did you never approach me?...If you felt like this, why didn’t you do things first?”

“One being that we need to act professional during school hours. Though I felt like this, I still needed to set some boundaries being that you are also my co-worker, and fellow teacher. Two being that I wanted to see you try yourself. Though you do seem to let yourself down, watching as you approached me, and did your best when doing so...made me glad that you were pushing yourself to keep on going.”

“Also...I got to know a lot about you during our conversations...and secretly wanted to keep on enjoying them without the pressure of my feelings.”

“I see…” you then watched as he pecked your hand, it almost felt as if the motion had come out of a fairy tale, one you’d never think you’d be in. The scene in front of you had you thinking about a happily ever after, one that you would like. Though you wouldn’t know how it would end, you did however know how it would start. This just being the beginning.

“Y/n...would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

“Yes, of course...Erwin,” you’d grin to then hear a commotion swarm into the classroom.

“HAHA THEY DID IT! SEE Y/N, WHAT DID I SAY!?”

“Oi, shut up four eyes. I got the train moving, so where’s my credit?”

“Wait, she actually went for him?-”

“Shut up horse face, no one cares about your opinion-”

“Eren you son of a-”

“Students, I know what you’ve just watched might’ve been...not shocking but rather, nice? Regardless, it’s time for you to get ready for history. Get your materials ready, and we can start.”

“Yes Mr. Smith,” they said in unison heading towards your class (to collect their materials). He then swooped you in, and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“See you later, don’t spend too much time reciting books.”

“I won’t Mr. Smith,” he then eyed for you to chuckle as his reaction.

“You are the history teacher, no?”

“Yes but...I’m Erwin to you, Erwin Smith,” he grinned as you stepped out the door.

“Alright alright, I’ll see you later...Erwin.”

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Hey I’m that one anon from a while back that sent those long ass paragraphs about Lilith and Simeon, remember me? Anyway I know I’m very late to the party, but some of the boys are either getting to much hate or too much love over here (in my opinion) so I made a pros and cons list for all of them, I’m sorry- (I’m warning you now this will be long but I’ll put it in bullet points so it’s a bit easier to read, just read it whenever your mentally ready lol)

Lucifer (I hate this man.)

Pros

He’d help a lot with getting your life together wether that be finding a job, choosing the right college or other shit like that

He’d make sure your working hard and getting everything done, which is both a blessing and a curse tbh

He would be the one to take the most care of you whenever your ill psychically

Cons

He would probably overwork you

Doesnt have much time to spend on you and doesn’t make a effort to find more time unless your getting really sad about it

Probably wouldn’t be the best of help through issues with mental illness (he just doesn’t strike me as that type, feel free to disagree)

His pride would cause some serious problems in relationships :/

Mammon (I love this man.)

Pros

He’s the “if your sad, I’m sad” kind of guy so he does whatever he can to put a smile on your face

Makes his affection towards you known once he’s comfortable enough, mostly through things like hugs and head pats tho

He shows off anything you make, and I mean anything (you gave him a drawing? After showing it to everyone he puts it on the fridge. You wrote something? He reads it to everyone then puts it in his notebook to reread later, I think you get where I’m going with this)

Cons

There would probably be some communication issues due to his tsundere nature and habit of ignoring you when he’s mad

He’d get super mad at you when your trying to help him financially, maybe it’s a ego thing or maybe he’s just tired of hearing it

While his possessiveness is cute at times he’d definitely get way to overbearing if you don’t force him to cool it

Levi (I kin this man.)

Pros

He’d try to set up designated hangout times (like Friday is movie night, Tuesday is for RPGs etc)

Wanna spend time with him but aren’t very into what he’s into? While it will be harder to bond with him because of this I think if you REALLY wanted to hang with him he’d at least try to meet you in the middle (like if you like sports he’ll offer to play wii sports lol)

Insecurities getting you down again? Well never fear, levi is here! He’d find characters with flaws similar to those you see in yourself to prove that they don’t really matter (and since he struggles with insecurity himself he’d know how you feel and be one of the best at helping you through them)

Cons

Even if he makes an effort to meet you in the middle if you have different interests he’d refuse to get into “normie” stuff

He’ll guilt trip you constantly, even if it’s not on purpose (“Oh your hanging out with Asmo today? I get it, of course you’d wanna hang out with somebody cool and perfect like Asmo and not a gross yucky otaku like me”)

You have to initiate almost everything Hugs? You hug first. Handholding? You reach out to him. Confessions? You seriously thought he’d be the one to confess first??

Satan

Pros

Similar to Lucifer he’d be good at helping you get your life together and putting you on the right track

Unlike Lucifer, he’d actively make time for date nights and/or hangouts multiple times a week wether your going out for dinner or reading in front of the fireplace

While he himself might not be best at helping with comfort in the moment, he’d be great to turn to if you needed a long time treatment (you need a therapist? He’s got the best three in your area that you can afford and he found some helpful things you can do in this book)

Cons

As stated previously, he’s not the best with comfort, which can be an issue if you need a friend/partner who can be your biggest source of comfort (I’m not saying he’ll do nothing, it’ll just be kinda awkward ig)

If you vent to him about something he’ll always offer advice and while that can be good, sometimes all you want is someone to listen to you and getting advice can be annoying in the moment

I feel like hanging out with him you’d rarely ever get to talk about pointless things, everything would be serious you know? And while serious and deep conversations are good for bonding, some people (myself included) need to be able to talk about dumb things without having it turn philosophical

Asmo

Pros

He’s the best at boosting your confidence, there’s no competition

He’s more into spontaneous outings (he suddenly got the urge to go shopping, your coming with right?)

You can talk about just about anything with him, no judgment and he’ll never speak a word of it to anyone else if you don’t want him to (although he may brag to his brothers that you told him your secrets)

High emotional IQ

Cons

He has set things of things he’s interested in and his idea of trying the things your into is doing whatever it is for about 5 seconds then deciding it’s not for him

He cares a lot about looks, I don’t mean he’ll hate you or insult you cause he thinks your ugly, I mean he’ll constantly try to do your makeup, hair, and nails and he’ll always say things like “Your hair is a bit messy today, did you brush it? Yes? Well not good enough, let me do it” and “your wearing that out? There’s nothing wrong with it, I just think you’d look a lot cuter in this” and if your anything like me, that’ll get on your nerves a lot

While he’s great with emotional issues, if it’s a problem with anything like school or your job he’ll have no solution to offer, all you’ll get is a “You can do it!” and a good luck kiss

Narcissistic, need I say more?

Beel

Pros

He’s the best person to vent to, no judgment and tons of hugs and comfort food

He’s a mom friend, no explanation needed

Very supportive and always concerned for your health

Your in trouble? Call beel, he’ll help you and make sure your home safe before questioning you and will only lecture you out of love (unlike a certain older brother that will lecture you because “Your tarnishing Diavlo’s reputation by acting out like this. Your an exchange student, you must abide by the rules and behave yourself.”)

Cons

Food is his answer to everything (Sad?Food. Injured? Food. School’s stressful? Food plus a little help studying) and while food can be good for comfort, sometimes you need him to provide more than a snack

He’s the opposite of Satan in the sense that he’ll almost never offer advice when you rant to him, he just assumes getting it all out is help enough and won’t offer much more then a hug and food

Not getting along with one of his brothers? “They can be a handful, but they’re great people once you learn to handle the chaos” yeah he rarely thinks what his brothers did is a big deal so he gives you advice on how to apologize and get past it and he’ll give you food

Belphie (he really does attract the mentally ill people huh-)

Cons

I feel like he’d be good for certain people with social anxiety and people who have issues with always being scared about being a bad person (“you think your a bad person and are becoming more and more toxic by the day? Well your a better person than Lucifer that’s for sure, wether or not your toxic were going to cuddle now get in bed” or “your worried everyone is constantly staring and judging you for everything you do? Well I don’t really care about what your wearing or the way you walk so I doubt they do either, can we go home now?” ((Side note, I experience both of these issues and his uncaring personality would calm me, which is why I think this one of his pros))

He just wouldn’t care about whatever type of life style you lead and as someone who’s constantly scared of being judged for their lifestyle this would be amazing (“you sleep all the time? Same let’s nap together” “You don’t eat very healthy? Whatever, it’s fine, can we sleep now?” ((although it is a double edged sword))

He gets a burst of energy and just does the most random things (you see that tree? He’s already climbed half way up it. That petting zoo? He’s already feeding the lambs. That store? He’s already spent 30 grim)

Cons

Just like his twin he thinks every problem has one solution, but instead of food he thinks the solution is sleep (your sick? Sleep is the best medicine. A lot of homework? If you sleep you don’t have to think about it.)

At some point he just doesn’t care enough, if you come to him with a serious issue he’ll half listen to you rant then pull you down to sleep

He teases you a lot, which is fine teasing is fun, but he takes it too far. Maybe he touched on something your insecure about or he was too merciless, whatever it was, he won’t apologize for it, he just thinks your being sensitive. If he brought up some bad memories he’ll consider it, but his way of apologizing is cuddling

He doesn’t wanna do something? You guys aren’t gonna do it. You don’t wanna do something? Too bad, he wants to so your gonna.

I’m sorry this is so long- I tried to shorten it I swear- but anyway if you disagree I’m with anything, I wanna hear what you think

And even tho Beel doesn’t get much screen time and more serious moments, I think his character is way more then hunger

Random but I wanna add that other then Levi I kin Tamaki from mha and Ranpo from bsd

Dude do you just like torturing poor college students? This is so much to read, I’m about to cry 😭

I agree with the Lucifer part actually! Tho I do kinda thing he’s be good emotion support in some ways, for me, anyway. I feel like he may lack empathy that is needed in a stable relationship. Yes, he may be able to tell you with shit and honestly, he’d book my doctors appointments when I’m too anxious too so yknow. But yeah

Also agree with mammon. He’s a jackass when he wants to be, and I know he may not mean it, but his words are still hurtful in a lot of ways and he just can’t convey those emotions that’re needed in a loving relationship. But he’s so sweet and will show you off so it’s all good~

As much as I love Levi, I agree. He manipulates and guilt trips you throughout the entire game. It can’t be healthy in relationships but that don’t stop me from loving that sweet otaku boy 😔🖤

I agree with Satan too. I don’t have much to say but he’s avatar of wrath for a reason, for a start, and he honestly looks like he’d prefer talking about books than that funny thing that happened in class that made you laugh earlier

Agreed with Asmo too. Sometimes he may just get overbearing and the narcissism and the constant need to make you look better and improve you may get irritating

I agree with Beel. I don’t think he can comprehend that food isn’t an answer to everything and as a person who doesn’t cope with food and relatively hates it, he won’t be any help to me emotionally. He’s so sweet but he just won’t give you that proper support

I love Belphie so so much but I absolutely agree. He’s one of the most unbothered brothers who won’t care what you look like, yes, but that also means compliments may come rarely and like his twin, “sleep is the answer to everything” I can admit I like to sleep but I have a manic side that comes with insomnia and if he’s dragging me down and not letting me move and I just cannot sleep, I’m gonna get irritated and pissed off.

This got a bit long on my end too. I just really liked how you worded this and it was fun to see pros and cons of the ‘perfect’ brothers

I think Beel is more than food too, but I just don’t particularly like him either way cuz I’m not really a foodie so I can’t relate with him lmao

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minyoongiest · 4 years

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Sole || MYG (M)

• pairing: Yoongi x reader

• rating: 18+

• type/genre: smut, fluff, idol!au, established relationship

• word count: 4k

• summary: While Yoongi is recovering from shoulder surgery, things are a little different in your relationship as you help him do things he struggles with while his arm is in a sling, and there are some needs that have to be met in more creative ways.

• contains: explicit sexual content, explicit language, vaginal fingering, showering together, hand job (in shower)

• note: I had another fic in mind for a long time, but I can't just pretend like his shoulder is fine?? idk. I mean, I know he's okay, and I'm so glad he had surgery finally, but I miss him, and I want him to heal and recover and be back with us soon. Anyway, I wrote this because I wish I could help him more, but I can't.

And as always, translations are at the end

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I wake up when the bed moves and groan into my pillow. Rolling onto my side, I look up to see Yoongi turning the lamp off before getting back in bed.

“Where did you go?”

“Bathroom. Did I wake you?”

“Only a little,” I answer around a yawn.

“Mianhage. Did you sleep okay?”

“Mmmm. I miss you.”

“Mwoya?” He laughs softly. “I’m right here.”

“No, you’re right over there,” I mutter. “I miss cuddling.”

He sighs, and I bite my lip. I know it’s not his fault, and I’m not trying to complain. I’m glad he had the surgery to fix his shoulder, and I do want it to heal well so it’s not a problem ever again. I’m not about to guilt him into cuddling with me and risk messing it up. I just also miss things being how they were before. Cuddling and snuggling and holding him, not his shoulder being in pain and him constantly worrying about injuring it. I definitely don’t miss that.

“I know,” he says quietly as he lies down awkwardly beside me, his injured shoulder leaning on an extra pillow.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I’m not helping.”

“You’re very helpful,” he assures me, reaching out with his good arm to push a piece of hair behind my ear. “I miss it too.”

“Okay.”

“I have an idea to make it better.”

“What is it?”

“Move up here,” he says before dropping his voice even lower, “and I’ll finger you.”

A flash of heat races down into my panties and up my neck as I gasp.

“You can’t say things like that,” I whine at him. “That’s just mean.”

“What?”

“You had surgery like two weeks ago,” I remind him, even though neither of us need to hear it. “I know you can’t have sex, and I don’t want you to do anything that’ll hurt or mess up your shoulder anyway, so don’t tease me.”

“Closer to three weeks,” he points out instantly in his stupid sexy morning voice, “and I’m not teasing. I can get you off without moving too much, and my shoulder will be fine.”

I give him a skeptical look, and he holds up his good hand.

“I’m right-handed,” he points out. “And it’s my left one I can’t use. All you have to do is move up here so I can reach, and I can do it.”

I bite my lip because…I’m getting turned on by this idea, and then shake my head because it’s crazy.

“What if you move wrong and it starts hurting?”

“Then I’ll take a pain killer.”

After he finishes getting me off.

He didn’t say that part but I already know it’s implied. Which is very sweet of him to always take care of me, but I don’t want him to ignore his shoulder if it’s hurting.

“Stop overthinking it.” He reaches out and flicks the pad of his thumb across my exposed nipple, making me jerk. “I’ll be fine, and I’ll get to make you feel good which will make me feel good.”

I shift my legs under the sheets.

God, he’s basically begging to finger me, and I’m arguing with him. This is the most ridiculous morning ever. I have to be some kind of nuts.

On the other hand, if this somehow causes him pain, I will never forgive myself for letting him do it.

His fingers trail up my arm, and I shiver.

“Come on, I know you want it,” he coaxes with that stupid grin.

I reach down and grab his wrist, before looking at his very kissable face.

“Are you sure?” I whisper. “It won’t hurt you?”

“Ne,” he nods. “Yeogiwa.”

“Okay.” I shift onto my knees and move up the mattress, stopping when his hand brushes my hip and I hear him murmur, “Stop, stop.”

I take a slow breath and exhale, stopping in the middle to look down at him and say quickly, “If I think for a second you’re uncomfortable or in pain, I’m stopping this.”

His eyebrows rise, and I jump as his hand slides up the inside of my thigh.

“Sure…okay.”

I hold my breath as his fingers reach the edge of my panties. My hands fist the pillow under me, and I swallow a whimper. He dips one in, barely, and strokes the outer skin of my lip with one rough, guitar-calloused fingertip.

“Yoongi,” I gasp.

“Mm.”

He pulls his hand away and slides it over my hip, tugging at the hem of my panties.

“Ssibal,” he mumbles.

“What?” I look over my shoulder at him.

“I want them off.”

“Oh.”

Normally, he could take them off himself, but of course, nothing about right now is normal. Sitting up on my knees, I slide my underwear off my hips and off each leg before putting my hands back in the pillow.

“Good thing you sleep naked,” he rumbles as his fingers tickle across my hip and slip between my legs.

“Except for panties,” I amend, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Still easier than my clothes.”

I look over at his buttoned sleep shirt, or rather, unbuttoned sleep shirt, since he woke me up in the middle of the night to undo the top three buttons because he was too warm. I catch a glimpse of his dark nipple and bite my lip before my mouth falls open and my head drops down to the pillow, leaving my ass in the air as he drives two long fingers deep inside me.

“I thought we talked about this,” I hiss, licking my lips. “You’re supposed to warn me before–”

“I told you I was going to finger you,” he interrupts, very slowly pumping his digits into me. “You’re already wet.”

“Are you surprised?”

He grins and twists his hand, making my hips jerk.

“Do you want me to do all the work?” he asks as his thumb rolls over my clit and my knees spread wider. “Or do you want to ride my hand?”

“You’re so good at it,” I gasp. “Play with me a little more.”

“Okay.”

My head pops up. “Unless it’s bothering your–”

His eyes narrow and he rubs my clit harder, making his point.

“Okay,” I choke out. “I won’t mention it again.”

He does as promised, sliding his fingers out to stroke around my lips and up and down my thighs before rubbing my clit lazily.

“Yoongi, more,” I moan, my entire body begging for his touch.

“You close?” He glances over at me, and I nod slightly against my pillow.

He makes a growling sound low in his throat, and I take a short breath before he suddenly fills me with three fingers.

My back bows, and my legs start shaking before he’s even moved.

“Oh my God,” I whimper. “Yoongi.”

He’s quiet as he begins thrusting in again and again, faster and deeper. Curling one arm around my pillow, I shove the other down under my body to grab his wrist between my legs.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, shifting my head to his pillow so my lips are practically brushing his ear.

“Fuck yourself,” he grunts.

“W-What?” I blink.

He looks over at me and jerks his head. “Ride my fingers. Need you to come.”

Even as he says it, his thumb moves to stroke my clit again sending tiny bursts of heat into my pussy and belly and nipples and—

“Move,” he groans.

My legs are trembling as I slowly lift up higher and start rocking against him as he buries his fingers inside me.

“Oh God.”

I immediately move faster, my walls clenching at him, wetness trailing down my thighs.

“I’m so close,” I whisper in his ear, desperation threading every word.

“Harder,” he bites out, and I grip his wrist tighter as I roll my hips against his hand.

“I can’t,” I whimper.

He rubs my clit again, and I cry out, but my orgasm slips away.

“Yoongi, I’m so close,” I echo pitifully. “Give it to me.”

He looks surprised for a split second and then heat flashes in his eyes. Turning toward me so his lips graze my earlobe, in a very soft, low tone he starts rapping in time with his thrusts. The faster his hand moves, the faster I move, the faster he raps and then—

“Yoongi!” I sob into his ear as I come.

My whole body goes tight and his fingers slow, but don’t quite stop entirely as my pussy spasms around them. I feel it everywhere—blasting through my belly, my legs, my nipples, my spine. I’m holding his wrist so tight I’m afraid I might break it, but I can’t relax my grip. My throat locks up, and tears slip down my cheeks before it finally recedes and I collapse on the bed, panting in Yoongi’s ear.

“Gwaenchanh-a?” he murmurs, sliding his wrist out of my grip and his fingers from between my legs.

“Mmhmm.”

“You feel good?”

“Very,” I gasp.

“I’m gonna go shower.”

“Wait.” I shift back down the bed and onto my side so I can face him. “I can undo your shirt. I just…need a second.”

My cheek lands back on the pillow because my arms feel too weak to hold me up. I feel his fingers trail up my spine, and I peek over at him.

“Your shoulder is really okay?”

“Ne,” he mumbles. “I’m fine.”

After I catch my breath, I push up on one arm and reach for the first button on his silk pajamas, which is pulled to the side under his pec. Reaching with my weight-bearing arm, I use both hands to slide the plastic circle through the slit in the fabric. I move to the next one when his hand slides into my hair.

“Wait.”

“What? Why?” I look up at his face and frown.

“Kiss me.”

The air stutters in my lungs, and I lean forward a little, the hand on the back of my neck pulling me closer. I kiss him softly at first, barely touching my lips to his. I gasp when his grip in my hair tightens, holding me to him as his tongue slides over mine.

“Yoongi,” I whimper into his mouth.

“Mm.”

My hand on his stomach fists the fabric of his shirt while my other hand slides off and lands on the mattress, bracing against the pure heat in his kiss. His hand holds me tighter, and I fight the need to climb on him.

Oh God. His arm.

“Stop,” I gasp, pulling away. “Stop. Let me go.”

“One more,” he murmurs.

He pulls me down again, pressing his lips to mine, and I sigh against his mouth before lifting my head again.

“Another.”

“No.” I reach up and grab his wrist. “You’re making me worry.”

“Okay. Okay.” He relaxes his hand on my neck, his thumb rubbing small circles against my skin. “I like how you kiss.”

“Me too.” I exhale. “But let me just do your buttons so you can shower.”

He nods, and I take a slow breath before I turn back to his pajama top, quickly undoing each button. He’s quiet until I reach the last one, and then he tenses suddenly, a short hiss slipping through his lips.

“Are you okay?” My eyes snap to his. “What happened?”

His face is pinched when I look up at him, but he relaxes it quickly.

“I’m fine,” he says in a low tone. “Don’t worry about it.”

I look back at what I’m doing and then inch the sheets down, instantly biting my lip. He can say he’s fine all he wants, but there’s no hiding that bulge.

“Yoongi,” I whisper, “you’re hard.”

“Ne,” he grunts.

“Is that from…”

“Fingering you? Yeah,” he finishes brusquely. “You made a lot of, uh, noises…in my ear.”

“Right.” I guess that makes sense. “Are you going to take care of yourself in the shower?”

“I can.”

“If you wait, I’ll help you,” I murmur, reaching up to stroke a piece of hair on his forehead.

“Mm.”

“I mean, I know you can do it, but it would be nice to make you feel good like you made me feel,” I point out. “And I can use two hands.”

I watch his pupils darken with arousal, and I bite my lip.

“I’m done with your buttons, so why don’t you go get in the shower and I’ll make some coffee and then join you in a little bit?”

“Okay.”

He starts to sit up slowly, and I move to exit my side of the bed. I stand and watch him while he removes his sling and shirt, my heart squeezing at the grimace of pain on his face.

“I’m okay,” he says softly when he catches me staring. “Go make coffee.”

“Sorry.” I shake my head as I grab fresh underwear from the dresser and step into them. “I know you’re a grown man and you have a high pain tolerance, but I still wish I could take your pain away.”

“I know.”

His good arm slides around my bare waist, and I gasp at the feel of his skin on my skin.

“I’m okay,” he repeats.

His lips brush my neck, and I turn in his arm to kiss his cheek and then his good shoulder.

“Okay. I’m going to make coffee. For real.” I grab one of his big t-shirts off the floor and slide it on.

“Choayo.”

“Oh, wait.” I pause and look back. “Do you need me to put the waterproof things on your incisions?”

“I think they’re mostly healed,” he shrugs. “Go on.”

I nod and leave the room, going to the kitchen to start the coffee maker with some of his current favorite blend and also grab the box of cereal off the top of the fridge as well as some bowls and spoons for when we get out of the shower. Sometimes we cook actual food for breakfast, but I can already tell this is a cereal morning.

Once the kitchen is set, I head to the bathroom, stopping to throw his t-shirt back on the floor in the bedroom on my way. Steam is already starting to fill the room when I walk in. The glass door is partly open, so I drop my underwear next to his pajama bottoms on the toilet seat and step inside, closing the door behind me.

His back is to me, so very carefully, I slide my right arm around his hips and press my lips against his spine just below his neck.

“I’m stiff,” he says roughly.

My fingers slide down his lower stomach and curl around his hard shaft.

“I can see that,” I whisper.

“I meant my shoulder.”

“Oh.” I release him and start to step back.

“No.” He grabs my retreating hand and puts it back on his dick as he looks at me over his good shoulder. “It’s okay.”

“Do you want me to do it from behind you? Or do you want to face me?”

“Whichever. I don’t care.”

“Turn around.”

I keep my hand on him as he moves, my fingers memorizing the feel of him. When we’re face-to-face, I reach out and take him in both my hands, sliding my palms over him, trailing my fingers up and down his rigid cock.

“Ssibal,” he hisses.

“Are you ready?” I whisper.

“Ne.”

His forehead drops to mine, and I lick my lips as I squeeze him gently in one hand and slowly begin sliding my fist up and down.

“Faster,” he grunts, his arm curling around my shoulder as his fingers slide into my hair.

“Okay.”

I jerk him quickly, holding him tighter, steadying myself with one hand on his hip. He growls into my ear, and I feel it in my nipples. Fuck, I’m getting wet again.

“More,” he mumbles.

“Do you want my mouth on you?” I choke out. “It would be faster.”

“No,” he groans. “I’m close.”

“Okay, do you want—oh!”

I gasp as his hips jerk forward, thrusting into my hand. He moves suddenly, forcing me back against the wall, his hand releasing my hair only to land next to my cheek as he braces himself against the tile.

He hisses my name like a swear word, his head dropping to my shoulder as I hold him tighter, his hips moving again and again, fucking my fist.

“I’m close,” he pants in my ear.

“Okay.” I nod, my left hand sliding into his hair.

I jerk him faster and harder, feeling his veins pulsing against my hand as I try to draw out his orgasm. His whole cock is red and angry, and it’s so hot and throbbing and swollen, he should burst any second.

“Ah,” he moans suddenly. “Ahhhh, ung, ah, aishhhit!”

I feel it happening and turn my face into his neck as he explodes, streams of hot fluid hitting my lower stomach and thighs as his cock twitches in my hand. When he’s spent, he straightens before leaning in to kiss me again.

“Saranghae,” he murmurs breathlessly.

“I love you, too, Yoongi.”

He kisses my forehead and leans back, glancing down my body.

“Wash you off first,” he announces, pulling me under the spray.

I grab a washcloth and some soap and quickly clean off the mess he made before rinsing the cloth out thoroughly and turning back to him.

“I’m here. I might as well help you shower,” I point out.

“Start with my hair then.” He tilts his head forward, and I kiss the top of it before grabbing the shampoo.

After the soap is spread through his hair, I use my fingertips to massage his scalp how I know he likes, making sure to keep any from getting in his eyes. When I’m done, I move away so he can rinse while I shampoo my own hair. While the water is washing the suds down my back, I watch as he gently washes his stiff arm and shoulder. I reach up only once to very lightly rub the back of his arm and shoulder blade he can’t reach before he lifts his arm slightly away from his side so I can rub soap over his ribs.

“See,” he says in a low tone. “I told you you were helpful.”

“As long as you think so,” I murmur. “That’s all that matters.”

“Here, you can keep helping if you want,” he announces as he hands the bottle to me so I can wash his right arm and shoulder and back and side and most of the rest of him since he can’t reach any of it or it’s uncomfortable for him to do if he can.

When I’m done, he moves back under the spray while I quickly wash myself and then trade places with to him to quickly rinse before shutting off the water and reaching out the door to the hook for our towels. I dry myself first before towel-drying my hair and then turning to see if Yoongi wants anymore of my help.

“Can you get my back?” He turns away from me as he pats his left arm gingerly, wincing a little with every touch.

“Sure.”

Carefully, I move my towel over the larger portion of his bare back and then lower, biting my lip as I spread the fabric over his ass and give it a tiny squeeze.

“Hey,” he says softly, looking over his shoulder.

“What?” I look up with big eyes. “You told me to dry your back.”

“Mmm.” He presses his lips together and shakes his head, turning away.

Standing straight, I slide my right arm around his stomach, taking care not to bump into his left hand. Pressing my cheek to the side of his neck, I confess into his ear. “I like your butt.”

“I noticed.”

“It got rounder than before.”

“Aish,” he mutters. “I ate too well before my surgery.”

“I like it like this.”

“Hajimaaa,” he whines instantly, but I ignore him.

“These too.” I lean forward and kiss his right cheek.

“Wae, wae, wae?” he pulls his neck to the side.

“They’re soft,” I explain instantly.

“They’re chubby.”

“Kissable.”

“Okay, okay.” He nods. “But I’m going on a diet before I have to get back on stage.”

“That’s fine,” I murmur. “Whatever you need to do is fine. I love you no matter how you look.”

“I love you, too,” he rumbles. “But I’m also getting cold.”

“Sorry.”

We finish drying off, and throw the towels in the hamper before I slip back into my panties and help him into fresh pajama bottoms.

“Are you going to the studio today?” I ask as he uses my shoulder to balance while he slides one leg in.

“If I do I’ll need to change pants before I go,” he says softly. “But I don’t know. This weather isn’t my favorite for going out in.”

“I made coffee. It just needs ice,” I tell him. “I thought we’d have cereal for breakfast, but if you want me to make American pancakes or something, I can.”

“Diet,” he reminds me immediately.

“One pancake won’t kill you. I can also cut up some fruit or something.”

“Mm. Okay.” He nods.

Then he turns on the blow drier to fix his hair while I pull a comb through mine. When we’re finished in the bathroom, he leads the way down the hall so we can finish getting dressed.

“Whenever you decide what you want to do, let me know,” I speak up as he turns the light on. “Also, if you want anything from the market because I was thinking I could go later and make something for dinner. Or, if you feel like it, you can teach me how to make something new, and I’ll be your hands.”

“I like that.” He grins, and my stomach gets all fluttery. “But for now, I need a shirt.”

“Right. Me too.”

He goes into the closet and picks a button-down for himself before grabbing his grey Fear of God sixth collection t-shirt and bringing it to me.

“You can wear this today.”

“You mean you wish you could wear it today, don’t you?”

“Ah, so soft,” he mourns in a low tone. “Go on. Gwaenchanh-a.”

I slide the shirt on and find a pair of sleep shorts while he sits on the edge of the bed and slowly slides the left sleeve of his shirt over his arm. I wait until he has both his arms in and he looks up at me before I move.

“Do you want to button me?” he asks quietly.

“I can.” I nod. “Unless you want to do it. I don’t want to make you feel like I have to do everything for you.”

“It’s faster when you do it,” he sighs. “Please?”

“Sure.”

I close the distance between us and lean down to reach his chest. His right hand slides into my wet hair as my fingers work on the buttons. When I’m done, I lean my cheek against his palm before tuning my head and kissing it.

“Done,” I whisper.

“Can you hand me–”

I pass him the sling from behind him on the bed, and start for the door.

“I’m going to make you an iced coffee,” I tell him, “if you don’t need me anymore.”

“I always need you,” he mumbles, sliding the shoulder strap over his head, “but I can do this part on my own.”

“I love you, Yoongi,” I whisper.

He looks up at me and blinks. “I thought you were going to make coffee and pancakes and fruit? Why are you standing there?”

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” I start for the door and stop to look back one more time. “Still love you.”

“Nado saranghae,” he mutters in a deep tone before looking up at me and waving to the door with his good hand. “Now go make me a pancake or something.”

I roll my eyes as I move close again to kiss his temple lightly before turning toward the kitchen.

“One pancake coming up.”

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Translations:

Mianhage – sorry

Mwoya? – what?

Ne – yes

Yeogiwa – come here

Ssibal – fuck

Gwaenchanh-a? – okay?

Choayo - good

Aish – an almost-swear

Saranghae – I love you

Hajima – don’t

Wae? – why?

Nado saranghae – I love you, too

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thankskenpenders · 4 years

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Thoughts on Bad Guys?

So! I liked IDW’s Bad Guys miniseries a lot. I think the biggest compliment I can give it is that it made me actually kind of like Zavok as a character. I didn’t care about Zavok at all before. Now I kind of do! Wow.

More detailed thoughts with some spoilers below the read more:

I think the miniseries was overall really solid and I like what it adds to the growing IDW mythos, although I’m not sure whether or not I’d rank it ahead of the Tangle and Whisper miniseries or my favorite main series stories. I have some minor quibbles. Still a really fun read, and one you can’t skip if you’re an IDW Sonic fan, but I have some little complaints nonetheless

My main criticism is that it felt like the series relied very heavily on all of the characters spelling out their plans in their inner monologues. Especially in the first issue. I think the character work is really cool in this miniseries, but I think everything being constantly spelled out so bluntly does kind of dampen my enjoyment of that a little bit

But... I also get why this was done, and I’m not sure it could’ve been done any other way. At the end of the day, this is still a series for 8-year-olds. This was also pitched as a series that any Sonic fan could potentially pick up, even if you aren’t caught up on the IDW comics. As such, the cast needs to regularly remind the readers how they feel about each other and what they’re individually scheming, just so that the shifting allegiances and the tangled web of lies and the double crossing don’t become too difficult to follow

That being said, stuff like that only knocks the series from 5 stars down to 4 stars for me. It’s still a lot of fun, with great character work all around and a lot of creative setpiece moments that we just wouldn’t get out of the main series. Even if it’s still a kids’ cartoon, it’s entertaining to see a grimier part of the Sonic universe for a change, with a bunch of asshole villains as the stars and scenes like the maximum security prison break or Zavok trying to hunt down Starline in the last issue

Speaking of Zavok, like I said, he ended up being the surprise star of the miniseries for me. I always thought he was a really boring character, but Ian’s managed to bring out his more interesting side. The thing that got me about Zavok here is that he can be surprisingly earnest at times, especially in comparison to the rest of the IDW rogues gallery. His little 1 on 1 chat about Starline’s potential struck me as a standout moment of the arc. It feels like him dropping the tryhard villain act for a minute and just being real with Starline, but it’s also Zavok using his charisma to play Starline like a fiddle. That one moment is way more interesting than any villain speech about being a strong warrior or wanting to conquer the surface or what the fuck ever. I hope we see more of this Zavok in the future

And of course, Mimic being a total scumbag is a lot of fun, as are Rough and Tumble as the lovable goon duo. And checking in with Eggman and seeing that Starline was never quite as many steps ahead as he thought he was was a great touch, reminding us why Eggman is the main big bad of this universe even while all these new guys take the spotlight

I’m also curious to see where Starline goes from here. I personally think it’s great to have another ongoing villain competing with Eggman, but I’m also curious how exactly they plan on using him in the future. He seems kind of untouchable at the moment with his new abilities, his new base, and the fact that he survived his plan to betray the other bad guys without a scratch. He might be coming a bit close to having too many tools at his disposal, actually, and that’ll be a needle Ian and Evan will have to thread carefully if they don’t want him to come off as their pet villain. (I know some people already feel that way about him, but he hasn’t crossed that line for me.) But Starline is a character largely defined by his hubris, so it’s probably only a matter of time before he gets another reality check. You know, beyond the temporary setback if Sonic and Shadow kick his ass in the next issue of the main series

So yeah! It was a good time. Good job, Ian. Not a perfect arc, but one I’m really glad exists

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years

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⛽️ 🔥 FIRE AND GASOLINE 🔥⛽️ (PART 1?)

Prompt: Y/N’s life has changed drastically, precisely 10 years ago and all because of an adorable lunatic and two little maniacs. But what will happen when a divergency of thoughts leads Y/N and her lunatic to say some pretty harsh words, that they know they will regret it later?

Word count: Maybe too long?

Pairing: Jon Moxley (or even Dean Ambrose if that’s your liking) x Reader

Warnings: For now, just some cursing and angst

Notes: His time has finally arrived and I couldn’t be more nervous about it! This goes out to my sincerely unhealthy love for Jon Moxley and my mixed feelings about having kids (sounds like a good match right?). Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

A light smile formed on my lips as I watched through the kitchen sink window Atticus and Rosie play in the backyard as I did the dishes. I never thought that my life could change for the better with a 6 and 4 years old..and to think that I never thought of myself as the maternal type.

The plate I was rinsing off almost broke on the sink as my body jumped from fright, when a pair of hands embraced my hips

“Oh God, you almost gave me a heart attack! Are you crazy?”

“Not really, just a little lunatic..” He laughed “I’m sorry it wasn’t my intention to frighten you, but once I saw that ass kitten I lost my fucking mind! Just like I did 10 years ago...” His hands roamed on my hips until they reached my ass that he lightly slapped. “Did you miss me, cherry?” His lips glued on the nape of my neck

‘Cherry’ that lame ass nickname he gave me 10 years ago...and all because my cheeks go incredibly red when I blush or whenever the weather gets cold making a huge contrast against my pale skin.

“Of course I missed you! This house gets too boring without you in it” I lightly chuckled

“Is that the only reason why you missed me?” He grinds his bulge on my ass, as an insinuation to what he actually meant by that question

“Jon, the kids are outside...”

“I’m not doing anything, I’m just asking an innocent question kitten” He nibs my neck

I turn around to face him, placing my arms around his neck leaning in for a kiss. It started innocently, but Jon Moxley wouldn’t be Jon Moxley if things were kept innocent.

His hands reached the hem of my tank top, sliding in to meet my bare skin, he roams up til he finally founds what he was looking for.

“Fuck baby, I missed these” He whispers as he softly but firmly squeezes my breasts. As much as I would like to have some fun time with my husband it’s not ‘adult time’ yet, which meant the kids were still up. So no ‘dirty deeds’ for us just yet.

I took the little bit of sanity I still had and broke the kiss

“Jon, that’ll have to wait babe”

He sighs “C’mon Y/N is just a quickie kitten, the kids won’t even notice you’re not here..just a few pumps in, I swear!”

“The last time you wanted to give it just ‘a few pumps in’ I was birthing Rosie 9 months later” I reminded him

“So? We love each other, we’re an adult couple with a beautiful family and a lot of love to give” He nibs my bottom lip “What’s wrong with having another little maniac? I wouldn’t mind! We make some pretty fucking good looking kids, we should start practicing another one now” He vaguely said

Oh God not this again... This has been a pretty heated topic between Jon and I, he was always crazy about kids but I wasn’t very fondly of them. When I found out I was pregnant with Atticus I lost my mind! I wasn’t sure about the whole ‘mommy’ commitment for life thing, I didn’t even knew if I had one single bone of motherhood in me. That soon changed though when I first held Atticus on my arms, at that moment I knew my heart was sold to some stinky bum that would call me ‘mom’ for the rest of my life. Rosie was a surprise too, we haven’t even talked about the possibility of having another kid and I was already pregnant with her.

Right after that the baby factory was officially closed to me but not for Jon, he wanted at least two more kids and I didn’t, he had a bit of a trouble understanding that back then I didn’t even wanted my first one! I love my kids, I would die for them in a blink but that doesn’t mean that I eagerly look forward being pregnant every goddamn year.

Jon’s job doesn’t help either, with him constantly being on the road I do most of the raising when it comes to the kids. Of course he still is an amazing father in the short amount of time he is home but still, I’m the one who has to do the working, cooking, cleaning, give baths, put to bed, take to swimming classes, brazilian jiu-jitsu classes, dentist appointments, running to the emergency at 3am because one of them is suddenly sick while the other one sleeps at the emergency’s waiting room chair, wiping off their tears whenever daddy has to leave again..

“Jon, not this topic again, please” I beg

“What is wrong with me wanting to discuss having another baby with the woman that I love?”

“It’s not that simple Jon, I wish it was but is not” I said slightly angry

“Yes it is that simple Y/N! You’re the one who’s always trying to complicate things” He let go of my hips

Great! Now he’s angry too. That’s just what I needed!

“Jon look, I don’t want us to fight ok? You just got home and we all miss each other so why don’t we drop it for now huh?”

I tried to wave the white flag, but I should’ve known it wouldn’t work with Jon ‘The Stubborn’ Moxley

“Of course you want to drop it, it’s not of your interest is it? No it isn’t! You always do this! Whenever a subject doesn’t matter to you, you don’t wanna talk about it, you’re always so selfish! Always thinking about yourself, never once caring about me or what I want! Selfish as fuck!” He raised his voice

When people say that words can hurt more than actions they were right. If he had punched me in the face it wouldn’t hurt as much as the harshness of his words. To say that I am selfish? After everything I left behind just to be with him? That hurt! And instead of doing the adult thing and keep my mouth shut before I said something I knew I would regret it, I did the Y/N thing where I run my mouth with harsher words than he’s previous ones just so I could hurt him as much as he hurt me

“I’m selfish? Me? Oh you better place the mirror in front of your own face to find the definition for that word Jonathan! You are the one who gets to make your ‘wrestler life’ on the road, living like a single man with not even one worry on your mind while I get behind with two kids and all the shit that comes with the package! It’s easy for you to say it with your 15 minutes FaceTime parenting that you do! In the mean time I have to be the bad guy who has to always say no because glorious dad is on the road chasing his dream for when he gets home he will do all of his kids luxuries so he can try to compensate his absence with Barbie dolls and hot wheels cars! So yeah I’m the selfish one Jonathan, good thing you notice that” I regretted those words as soon as they fell from my lips.

Jon’s eyes briefly showed the hurt caused by them but he soon replaced that with rage and pride before lifting his head up to say

“And is thanks to glorious dad that you have this comfortable house, a nice car and a shit ton of food on your table sweetheart. Let’s be honest here Y/N, how are you supposed to support yourself and the kids with your shitty excuse for a salary? I wipe my ass with the pitiful money that you make” He huffed

I’ve never felt so humiliated in my life. Yes my paycheck was mere cents compared to his, but I worked hard for my money, I was proud to have my own money, to share the bills with him and was proud for not taking the easy path of relying on a rich man to support myself (like my dear old mother proudly did). So the fact that he took something that was so prideful to me and used to humiliate me, made me for once rethink all of our 10 years together and if it was worth it at all.

Tears threaten to fall from my eyes and Jon seemed to have realized what he just said as for he reached his hand to cup my cheek

“Kitten, I-“

“Don’t! Don’t touch me, I don’t want you anywhere near me” I said in between sobs

“Y/N please I-“

“Mommy, why are you crying?” I saw Rosie’s smile die on her lips once she saw me crying.

I heard Atticus’ fast footsteps coming by the french doors to stop by Rosie

“Yay, daddy’s home- Mommy are you ok? Why are you crying? Did you get hurt?” His small but smart baby blue eyes roamed my face and my body for any signs of physical hurt

“Yes stinker, mommy got hurt” I said trying to hold back my sobs

“Where? I can’t see anything” Those clever blue orbs that were a faithful copy of Jon’s roamed through me once more trying to find the injury

“Why don’t you guys come here and tell daddy how much you’ve missed him while mommy goes upstairs to clean up the scratch?”

They just nodded and ran towards Jon, who took them both in his arms

“Y/N” He started but I gave him a look that made him go silent.

I reached the safety of my bedroom, feeling the urgent need to run away. Run away from him, from this house, from this country. Taking with me only the clothes on my body and my two little beasties...the immature part of me yelled ‘do it, do it’ but the grownup in me knows I can’t do this. It’s not fair to the kids, they barely get to see their father whom they love and miss so much. It’s not fair to Jon either, he loves those kids more than he’s own life.

But right now I needed my safe place (or better, person), I needed to breath so I called her and when I received the ok on spending 3 days at her house I packed a small little bag with enough close for just those days, as I was zipping up the bag a faint knock came from the bedroom door soon after being followed by it opening.

“Kitten, can we talk- What are you doing?” He asked in urgency as he bursts into the bedroom approaching me.

“I’m gonna go to Nancy’s” I vaguely said looking at anywhere but him

“Nance? Your sister?”

“She’s the only Nancy I know, so yeah..”

“But why? I just got home, I wanna be together Y/N”

“It’s just for 3 days Jon..you’ll be with the kids, they need you and they miss you” My voice is a faint whisper

“But I need and miss you too! I want you here! How am I supposed to enjoy my family if it’s not complete? I’m sure we can figure it out whatever it is that happened earlier” He grabbed my shoulders turning me to face him and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to look me in the eyes.

“Y/N, kitten, I know that I’ve said some pretty harsh things to you earlier. I’ve been stressed out. It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry cherry. Please forgive me baby” He pressed his forehead with mine

That was typical Jon, always pulling the guilt towards himself, he has a hard time understanding that he was not always the only cause of a disagreement.

“Jon, we both said some stupid things ok? This is not all on you, love” I released myself from him, if he continued this close I wouldn’t resist, and right now I need to think.

“Yes it is Y/N. Me and my stupid fucking mouth, not you. You’re perfect kitten”

I scoffed “Trust me, I am not”

“Yes you are! Look at who I am now because of you, I stopped doing drugs, I’m not a drinking mess anymore, I eagerly look forward coming come because I know that the three pieces of my heart are waiting for me, look at what I’ve achieved, what you gave me, how you gave up everything and everybody to be with me”

Oh yeah,that.. my ‘high society family’ was not happy at all when they met Jon, they said that we were a very dangerous combination of fire and gasoline, that we would never be happy. I had two options they said, either them or him. I hated my family and loved Jon so it was a simple math. I left my house and all of the luxury behind to live with him in his ridiculously small one bedroom old apartment. The only person that I still talked to was Nancy my older and just as rebel sister, who gave everybody the middle finger and left the not so humble abode of my family never speaking with them again. So it made sense that the two rebellious black sheeps would become their own family, mine was Nancy and I was hers.

“Jon I need some time to think, we need it ok? Please, we both need to digest what we’ve said to each other. It wasn’t just a simple ‘fuck off’ we’ve said some pretty bad stuff so let’s just process this ok?” I beg

“Are you gonna leave me forever? Please don’t tell me you’ll want divorce because of this...I won’t handle it kitten” His voice was strangled by tears

“Jon-” I was thankfully interrupted by Rosie’s and Atticus’ screams of joy on the hallway as they ran towards our bedroom

“Mommy, daddy the movie is about to start c’mon” Atticus says as he jumps from excitement. They have been wanting to watch Moana for a while now, but only when daddy got home so he could watch it too.

“We’re going buddy” Jon fastly said

“Actually” I begin “Only daddy will watch the movie with you” It crushed my heart to see the disappointment on their faces

“Why?” Rosie asks

“Because auntie Nancy called and mommy’s gonna need to go and help her”

“Is auntie Nana in trouble?” Now it was Atticus turn to ask

“No stinker, she just need momma’s help with something, it’s nothing bad I promise”

“Can you go to Nancy’s after the movie?” Jon hopefully asks, he knows that the longer I stay the less likely it will be for me to leave.

The kids gasped at their daddy’s amazingly smart idea.

“Please mommy, please!” The kids started to beg as they kneeled down to make their begging really serious.

Jon kneeled down too, by my side. I looked at him confused and he just said

“Yeah mommy, please stay” He placed his hands on my hips “Please kitten, don’t leave me” He whispered

And now I have 3 pairs of incredibly beautiful and pleading baby blue eyes staring at me waiting for my answer.

What am I supposed to do?...

To be continued (?)

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 3 years

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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 28

Chapter Selection

Three months later

Emily and Garcia made plans for the team. They had spoken to JJ and we all were going to get drinks later today.

I was sitting in my car driving over to the coffee shop, I hadn't gotten any for the apartment and the coffee at the office tasted burnt.

I stood in line and my mind wandered over to Hotch, it was earlier in the morning... maybe he wanted some. But I also thought about when he was hurt. When the arrow was sticking out of his body.

"That's my girl", what did he mean by that. Why did he say that?

It could've been from the blood loss. That he was disoriented. Hotch was still getting over the injury, he had a close call in surgery. He had already lost so much blood laying on the floor waiting for the ambulance.

I was sitting in the waiting room for hours, I never left to the hotel.

When he woke up I was the first person he saw. With a weak smile spread across his face, he was happy to see me. Nothing ever happened after that though, no little moments.

Other than staying with him in the hospital I was rarely there.

Emily helped him for the most part, helping him get home. Jack was staying with Hayley until Hotch was fully recovered.

He couldn't wait to get back to work, when he did he wasn't allowed in the field. Being strictly confined to the office, but it was better than nothing at all.

We talked more than we did before that day but not as much as I would like. I found the awkward silence was better than breaking it so we barely said anything.

I ordered and decided on getting everyone a cup. After paying I got back into my car and drove to the office, walking inside and deciding on taking the elevator.

Before the elevator doors closed the person inside opened them for me, "Hey mama."

I smiled and remembered, "Oh here... got you some."

I handed him his cup and we walked inside the bullpen. "Are the rest for you", he laughs.

"Of course, you know I drink nothing but coffee." I went around the desks and placed their drinks on it.

"It would explain why you're always hyper and jittery", scoffing, I put Reids drink down in front of him.

"You have jokes now."

His boyish smile tugged on his lips and he looked back down at his book. I turned back and glanced up at Hotch's office, seeing his figure in the window.

Taking a few deep breaths I grabbed the last cup and walked up. Knocking softly I heard his deep voice rumble through the door.

He looked up from his desk, "Y/n?" He dropped his pen, I placed the drink on his. "Still take it black?" He huffed.

"Yeah", the small talk was over, I made my way towards the door until he stopped me. "Are you going with us tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it", with that I walked out to my desk, getting started on the pile of paperwork that needed to be done. Being a slow day, there were no interruptions.

I took a few phone calls but nothing major. I knew who was coming up behind me when I heard the heels clicking.

"Y/n come on" , I tossed my head back and stood up collecting the completed files in my hands. "Alright hold on", Garcia waited by my desk while I dropped off my work.

"Done already?", he was a little surprised. "Hotch you have to know by now I always exceed your expectations."

"That you do."

We shared a smile, inside I was still grinning. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy those very limited small conversations.

"We're gonna dress her up", Pen said to Emily as we joined her in the elevator. I got in my car and they met me at the apartment. Walking in I left the door open because they were right behind me.

"Bedroom now", Emily said and she shut the door, we all marched down the hallway.

I sat on the bed, not touching anything. I watched as they tore through my closet looking for a good dress. "Oh shit y/n, what about this."

She held out the dress I wore underneath my gown for graduation. The fitting skin tight dress, that hugged everything the right way.

It was also the dress I was wearing when Hotch and I ended up fucking in the club.

It brought back memories I didn't want to remember at the moment. "I don't know about that... I don't think it fits anymore."

"Try it anyways", she handed it to me and I wasn't going to fight her on it. I grabbed it and headed to the bathroom, closing the doors and threw it on.

I ran my hands over my body, feeling the fit.It still fit perfectly, I walked out and showed them, "See it fits, wear it."

"I would but I don't have any shoes for it", right as those words were said Emily pulled out the pair of black heels Chloe would let me borrow. "Who's Chloe?"

"Old friend", they shrugged and put my clothes back in the closet, cleaning up their mess.

"Aren't you guys going to change?", they walked into the kitchen and Em pulled out a bottle of wine.

"Trust me that'll take five minutes for me to get ready", Garcia agreed because she was already ready.

"So... do you like Hotch?", Em said pouring me a glass. I shifted away a few inches and took the glass. I brought it to my lips.

"He's okay", she raised her eyebrows and Pen just cocked her head to the side.

"What's that look for?" , she shook her head. "No reason— It just seems that both of you I don't know, like each other."

I almost choked on my drink, I started laughing a bit. I tried to act like she was lying but the blush creeping up my cheeks gave it away.

But I could blame that on the wine, "What makes you say that? We barely have spoken more than a minute and he doesn't even stay around me for more than he needs to."

Even Garcia was looking at me like I was crazy. Was it that obvious... I get they're profilers but we haven't done anything at all to insinuate feelings whatsoever.

"Really y/n you're going to stand there and say you don't like him... I'm not a profiler and I can tell the little subtle glances. How his eyes linger on you for a little too long. And you do the same thing to him. There may be no words but it's something."

I wasn't sure what to say... couldn't exactly say to them that I used to fuck our boss. That we broke it off because of the job.

"I don't know, I mean he's attractive yes but I wouldn't."

It pained me to say that... all I wanted to do was jump into his arms.

To have him kiss me until I couldn't breathe, my body yearned for his touch and my mind craved him as a person.

I wanted him back but that wasn't realistic, not right now.

Emily got a text and checked her phone.

"Let's go", Emily mumbled, trying not to spill her wine. I followed them out to the car and we drove to meet the team and JJ.

Getting there I was hounded with questions, they just wanted to get to know me more. But then it started getting personal and somehow worked its way back to Hotch.

"Okay can we stop", I mumbled. They barely heard me but they got the message. I was over it, talking about anything was fine but I wanted to stay away from that subject.

Constantly asking what he thinks of me and vice versa. Whether we'd be a good couple or not, I already knew those answers.

And those answers hurt more than anything because I also know how that ended.

Walking into the club I already saw where everyone was, Morgan was on the floor joined with a few women.

Rossi was in the corner working on the next Mrs Rossi, Reid was also at the bar talking to the bartender.

Hotch... he was talking to a woman that had made herself comfortable at our table.

I took a deep breath and made my way over with Emily and Garcia, "Is JJ he— hey." Em spotted JJ walking out of the bathroom.

"I missed you so much, how are you guys?" JJ came over and gave a big hug to Em and Pen. I stood there awkwardly, "This— is y/n she was the one I told you about." They pulled me closer to them.

"Hi, they told me a lot about you", I said with a smile. My eyes kept fixating over to Hotch that was now smiling at her and making her laugh.

"Nice to meet you, guys. I'm going to sit down." They nodded and said they were going to grab some shots for all of us.

I went over to the table and Hotch turned his head to the side, seeing me. As I got closer he started to ignore the woman he was with, me being his only focus.

I sat down next to him, "Who's your friend?" The woman said in a jealous tone.

"Kelly this is y/n, we work together", she looked me up and down. I wasn't having it, I wasn't in the mood for a pissing match. If she wanted him she could take him.

"You look gorgeous by the way", the woman scoffed and got up from the table. Now it was just us... together alone.

"Thank you", he was about to open his mouth when the team came back over with the drinks. "Aye look who finally got here." I laughed as Morgan sat next to me.

"I got here like five minutes ago not to mention the same time as Garcia and Emily."

"Didn't see you. You're not a very vocal person, but it's ok mama", he put an arm around me and kissed my temple. Smiling, I reached in the middle for a shot.

I looked around and didn't notice the woman Morgan was with, "Where are little lady friends."

He looked down at the drink in his hand and finished it, "Oh I'll be seeing them soon."

Tossing my head back I took a shot and my throat burned while it made its way down.

All joining me they went for it. "Reid what happened with the bartender, she was into you."

"No she wasn't"

"Reid I know I'm new and I get you're a profiler but how could you not tell, it's obvious."

"Really", Reid said, I could see the pink covering his face. He was embarrassed that he didn't notice.

"Yes smart ass, go get some", Emily told him and he took another shot for confidence and went back to the bar.

Minutes after that Morgan brought over more drinks and seeing as I wasn't really in the best state of mind because of what Garcia and Emily were talking about prior to the gathering, I was upset.

I continuously started drinking with no sign of stopping.

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wulfies-kpop-fanfics · 3 years

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One Photo → Mark Lee [8]

↳ Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader

↳ AU: Soulmate!AU - The first touch of two soulmates permanently scars their bodies.

↳ Warning: angst if you squint, I guess

↳ Word count: 2,294

↳ Chapters: Prelude | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | You Are Here! | 9

⁙ Summary: For an end of the year photography project, you’re tasked with taking a photograph for your favourite group, NCT127, and coincidentally, discover your soulmate.

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WEDNESDAY - 8 TWO YEARS LATER

The heart of Toronto would never compare to the magnificence of Times Square in New York, but the mass amount of billboards by the Eaton Center always managed to send you into awe during your nightly trek home from work.

You looked up toward the billboards with a sigh as you waited for your streetcar, barely managing to squeeze out a smile as you saw Mark’s visage splayed along one of the electronic spaces. The night sky was too polluted with the city’s light to display any real stars, but Mark’s face was more than enough for you. For the past week, you had seen NCT127’s faces sprawled across that billboard, part of promotions for their latest global comeback. It was a brief respite as you waited for your streetcar home every night, to finally know that the day was over and that you could relax.

It had been such a long time since you’ve seen Mark in person. Even though you texted him every day when the two of you were awake at the same time and video chatted whenever he had five minutes to himself, it always felt depressing to be without him. To not kiss or touch or hug at all was torture.

Everyone knew that it was deadly for soulmates to be apart for so long, that depression would set in and even worse physical illnesses were a real risk. It was hard to be so far away and over the past year you had been let go from multiple jobs because you were constantly sick, and therein lies the problem. You simply couldn’t afford the solution to your problem. So, depression and illness it was. It took everything you had to keep your head above water, to keep your dream alive and know that one day your heart wouldn’t ache as much as it does at the present moment.

After a 20 minute ride on the streetcar, you entered your building and took the stairs up to your little hole-in-the-wall apartment, the bare minimum that you could afford after Rhiannon paid her last half of the old place’s rent. A single bed, bath and a tiny kitchen that housed a little chair and round table. Thankfully, there was enough counter space that you could place a tiny TV to watch Netflix on while you ate. You were lucky that the house had a large living room, which doubled as your studio.

The coffee table was one of the only things left from your old apartment, along with the tote of Marvel films you kept hidden below it. Atop the table now rested all of your cameras, a drawing tablet and cards that you got in the mail from Mark from time-to-time, instead of notes, binders and textbooks. Sitting against the wall across from the table was a small bookshelf and an easel with a large frame sitting on it, housing the last portrait you finished the night before, ready to be shipped to the buyer.

After… somewhat enjoying a quick pot of white cheddar mac & cheese and watching a rerun of Supernatural on your little TV, you head into your room and sit at the desk next to your bed. After starting your computer, you opened up discord and sat back in your wheely chair, waiting for Rhiannon’s status to change to green. Wednesday was the day that she had to be up early for her job, so that meant time for a 10-minute call before you went to bed and she went to work.

Next to your computer was a copy of the photo you took two years ago, of your soulmate and all his friends beneath the shedding cherry trees in High Park. You smiled at it, the memory was fond but now faint in your mind. You reached forward to pick it up, but you stopped yourself. You knew that if you inspected the photo more, you’d only miss Mark and all your friends more.

There were times where your apartment became so quiet that it reminded you how alone you really were. You had lived with Rhiannon most of your life, and that meant there was at least some noise going on at all times. Whether she had her headset unplugged when she was listening to music or watching youtube videos, she was clattering about when helping you wash and dry the dishes, or if she was walking around and tripped on nothing. She was always talking, laughing, or doing something that always let you know that she was there. Now, you had nothing.

The silence is broken and you’re startled by the calling sound from discord, Rhiannon’s icon popping up on the top of your screen. You place your hand on your mouse and click the join call button, adjusting the webcam perched on the top of your desktop monitor.

"Hey," Rhiannon was the first to speak, yawning and reaching back to pull her hair into a perfect, tight ponytail.

"Hey," you respond, watching her closely and leaning your chin on your right palm. "How are you holding up?"

"I should be asking you that, Jesus, you look like the Hulk if he got the swine flu," she retorts, and even through the grainy quality you can tell she has sympathy written all over her face. "I'm doing great, we've got two cleanings today and a wisdom teeth removal, so that'll be fun."

You scoff and attempt to smile, "I'm fiiiiine, other than the fact that I'm here and you're there, 13 hours in the future and at least one ocean in between us and an entire continent and a half. I'd say that constitutes abandonment."

"I got the getting while it was good and you know that," she stuck her tongue out at you. "You need to keep saving so that you can fly your ass out here." She squinted at the screen. "You really need to drink like… an entire bottle of nyquil, dude."

"If only it were that easy," you groan. "I don't even have a photographer's position yet. All I get is sitting at a desk and responding to emails… even with my head start, I can't find a good job and I barely make enough to keep living in Toronto." You stick out your tongue back at her for the nyquil comment. "As if I haven't been hiding a bottle of dayquil in my desk for the past week."

Rhiannon stopped what she was doing and leaned toward her camera. "You know why you can't get the jobs you want," her voice is soft, empathetic. "Mark is having trouble, too. He's been doing a lot of half days, so I don't know how they plan to do their tour with him being constantly sick."

You looked away. "I can't afford to take any more time off… I don't want to lose this job. If I do, I'm not sure that I'll be able to make my rent."

"You're going to need to take time eventually,” Rhiannon stated firmly. "If you don't get at least some of your strength back you're going to end up in the hospital like I did. Remember?"

You glanced back at your screen, watching Donghyuck wander around in the backdrop. You were beyond jealous that they got to live together.

"Maybe. I just miss you. More than I miss having a clear passageway in my nose."

Rhiannon smiled sadly at you. "I miss you too, everyone does. You'll be here soon, I promise. I gotta go, sleep well and drink plenty of water, okay?"

"Okay."

Rhiannon waved at you before her screen went dark, ending the call. The call was shorter than usual, so you presumed that she had woken up late. You zoned out a little, acutely aware that the apartment had gone silent again. You didn't want to cry, to give up after surviving for so long. You had made it this far without letting everything get to you.

You knew that your deteriorating health was because of your separation from Mark and companies saw that as a liability, even though laws had come into place last year to protect separated soulmates from workplace discrimination. You felt a tiny ping of hope when Rhiannon said you would be able to move soon, but you knew she was lying to make you feel better.

Feeling lethargic, you stand and make your way to the dresser in the corner of your room, stripping and throwing your clothes about the room. You open up a drawer and pull out a pair of sweatpants and the softest t-shirt you could find and slipped them on, wandering to your bed and slowly climbing in. You slipped off your glasses, placing them on your desk and reached forward to turn off your lamp.

You hugged your polar bear and tried to get comfortable, hoping to fall asleep quickly. You supposed you could call into work when you woke up; at least your manager was nice enough to understand when you needed a day off. You rolled over, tossed and turned, but sleep wouldn't come. Not while your phone was constantly buzzing.

"What the hell," you mumble to yourself, untangling yourself from the knot of blankets you had tied yourself in to reach for your phone. Your lock screen lit up with a photo of Mark, one you had taken two years ago of him standing in Union Station.

[Rhiannon (5)]

She sure knew how to type quickly.

Rhiannon: I'm on my way to work, I'll let you know when I'm there

Rhiannon: sorry our call was so short, I was running a little late

Rhiannon: I talked to Mark last night, did he say anything?

Rhiannon: are you asleep already? It's been like 5 minutes

Rhiannon: ok you're basically just ignoring me at this point

You: calm down bro I was getting in my pyjamas

Rhiannon: I forgot how slow you get when you're sick, I could die of boredom waiting for you to respond

You: hardy har

Rhiannon: so have you talked to mark today?

You: around lunchtime he woke up from a nightmare but I assume hes busy right now

Rhiannon: Things have been pretty bad around now, I think you might have guessed that

You: Yeah, things aren’t really that great here either, but I’m more worried about Mark… have they given him time off?

Rhiannon: Not much besides half days. He’s really been missing you. Maybe you should message him and see if he’s not busy

You: Yeah, maybe. I feel really guilty

Rhiannon: I know. I still could help you buy your plane ticket, you know. You: You know I can’t do that, I can’t take more from you than I have already. I owe you too much.

No response.

You: Rhiannon I’m sorry

You: Come on, you can’t have scrubbed in that fast!

You sighed, staring at your screen and still seeing no response from your best friend. You took a deep breath in and immediately regretted it when you began coughing up a lung, but at least you weren't upchucking your dinner. Instead, you decided to send a text to Mark.

You: mark, you there?

You close your mind for a moment, thinking that maybe going to bed even later than usual would just make you more sick in the end, but you really needed to know what was going on.

Mark: yeah I'm here babe, what's wrong, can't sleep?

You: no not really… do you have time to talk for a bit?

Mark: yeah, my legs gave out during our first practice so I'm taking a break

You: I'm sorry

Mark: it's not your fault (Y/N)

You: it kind of is, we're both dying because I can't afford to move

Mark: (Y/N), we're not dying, and it's okay, you'll be able to move soon

You: face it you know that we are… I haven't felt this horrible in a long time and I've thrown up three times today

Mark didn't respond right away.

Mark: why are you putting yourself down so much

You: I just… have a lot of regrets right now

Mark: what do you mean

You licked your lips and rolled over in bed, wondering if you should tell him.

Mark: are you okay?

You: no, I feel like this would make you hate me

Mark: I could never hate you and you know that. Tell me what's been bothering you.

You: For the past while… Rhiannon’s been offering me money. It’s honestly not much because everyone’s struggling nowadays, but it would be enough for me to fly to Korea, and I’ve felt so guilty about it that I kept saying no and she stopped offering

Mark: You mean that you could have been here faster? You: and now I feel that saying no was a really bad idea… and I.. I can’t afford anything, barely even food and now I hear that you’re even more sick than I am and I feel terrible

You: I don’t know what to do

Mark: It’s okay, (Y/N), really. I know how hard it is to take money from someone else, I’m not mad at you

You: Really?

Mark: I’m just disappointed that I have to keep waiting. You’ll be able to move soon, I promise, I promise, I promise

You: Are you going to be okay

Mark: As long as you are. Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll be there for you the second you land. Okay?

You: Okay. I… I should probably get some sleep now. Mark: Rest well, I love you

You: I love you too

You sighed, placing your phone on your desk and turning over in your bed. It was time.

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When in Rome | Samuel Drake

Part One! Next chapters will most likely have smut.

Posted on Ao3! Find me on there!

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence.

Taglist: @courtenbae <3

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You weren’t sure why Nate had asked for you to fly to Italy of all places.

But you weren’t exactly complaining. Italy had always been on your bucket list, but you wouldn’t be lying if you thought you’d be here under different terms. The hotels were booked under your name, and Sully had organised the limo.

It had been some time since you had done any jobs for your friend, and the idea of dressing up always excited you. You were an I.T specialist, and Nate specifically favoured your hacking skills.

Having hacked the auction system, you had successfully gotten not only your name, but Sully’s on the guest list. Nate insisted he had his own way in, and you didn’t question him.

You had been friends with the Drake since you were both teenagers, having met him when he was running around with his older brother Sam. Speaking of the older Drake, reading over text that Sam was alive and well wasn’t exactly something you were expecting, but it made you happy nonetheless. You hadn’t seen him since before his departure to Panama, and that was well over fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years.

You were 34 now, and at 19 years old you were always the butt of every joke with Samuel. He would tease you constantly about preferring the technical side of life, or how your glasses were to big for your head, or how you dressed like a grandma.

That part of you was gone. Doing the hard labour as well as the hacking was apart of your resume, Nate even using you as a distraction a handle of times during his work. You just prayed that the night didn’t end bad, not exactly liking the idea of having to climb or shoot your way out in such a tight outfit.

Dressed in a floor length red dress, your back exposed and the neckline a little too deep for your liking, you make your way across the floor with Sully at your side. He was to open a window and let the brothers in and so you excused yourself, making your way to the bar. Your heels clicked against the ground, and you ignored the eyes on you as you stand by a stool.

Ordering yourself a scotch on the rocks, the bartender makes some comment about ordering such a strong drink, and you laugh him off. It was a ‘look the part - play the part situation’ and he winks at you as you say thank you in Italian. Taking the drink and waiting near the bar, the doors in the back open, and you spot Nathan before you spot Sully and Sam.

Sam.

He looked good. Unfortunately for you, there was that small part of you that had crushed on the older man. He wasn’t older than you by a lot, but when you were 19, the idea of liking your friends older brother never felt right. Age had been kind to him, and It didn’t help that the added years of muscle and tattoos made your eyes wide.

Stop it.

You’re not some horny teenager.

Ordering another drink for Sully, you continuing eyeing your friends before making your way over. Nate spotted you first, offering you a friendly smile as Sully copies him. Sam’s back was facing you, and as you’re about to stand between him and his brother, he turns around. His eyes roam every inch of your body, focusing a little more on the areas that would have earned him a slap had you been somebody else.

“Well hello gorgeous,” His accent was thicker than you remember, and you thought he was kidding until you saw Nate cringe from beside him. “Can I help you?”

Even Sully frowns at the Drake, and you raise your eyebrow at the man, realising he was in fact, not kidding. “Sam? It’s me… (Y/N)?”

His eyes widen, giving you a once over once more. He shakes his head at you, looking back at your companions as if waiting for one of them to say you were lying. “No fuckin’ way.”

“Yeah, guess getting old is fun huh?” You hand Sully his drink while Sam still looks at you in shock.

“I asked (Y/N) to give us a hand in all of this, she’s been quite the help over the years.” Nate speaks up, and you smile at him.

“Hang on a minute here, I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that this,” He waves his hand in your direction. “Is (Y/N), our little nerd (Y/N) with the big ass glasses.” He then shapes the glasses with his hands, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

Still the same Sam.

“Yeah, it’s called contacts, they work wonders.” You chime in, and Sam just sighs, his hand sliding over his chin as he looks at you.

“Well you look stunning (Y/N), the years have definitely been good to you.” He, once again, glances at your body, eyebrow raising as you huff at him.

“You’re saying I was an ugly kid?”

“Not ugly at all, more that y-“ Nate interrupts his older brother, stopping him from embarrassing himself any further. You hate to admit it, but you definitely missed Sam and his stupid way of talking. He had always been the cocky bastard, and you were pleased that prison hadn’t killed that part of him.

“We gotta figure out how we’re getting in that door.” Sully points towards the door behind them, and you eye it, noticing its electronic.

“Give me a bit and I could get it open.” You offer, and Nate nods.

“That could work, you have your phone on you?” Nodding at him, you pat your small purse, but you quickly pretend to converse with Sam as the exact door you were talking about opens, a waiter leaving. He eyes your little group before making his way to the crowd.

He places his keycard in his back pocket, and you tilt your head towards it. “Or we could just take the card, that’ll save time.”

“(Y/N) thieving? You have changed.” Sam pipes up, and you wink at him.

“This isn’t my first rodeo.” It was true, you had a number of successful jobs up your sleeve.

“Do tell.” His voice get’s a little lower, and Nate clears his throat.

“We gotta get our hands on that keycard.” He points to the waiter, ignoring whatever conversation he just had to hear.

“Then what?” You ask, eyeing the waiter in the crowd.

“Sam’s going to play dress ups and Nate’s going to cut the power.” Sully answers, and you give him a slow nod.

Sounded like an easy plan. Both brothers go to move to pickpocket the waiter, Sam letting Nathan take the first attempt. Everybody watches as he sneaks up behind the man, but evidently fails as he walks off.

“Oh, real smooth.” Sam quips, and Nathan replies something about ‘not even trying yet.’

He tries again, and fails once more. The drake at your side chuckles at his brothers failure, looking down at you as he winks. “Wanna see something impressive? Keep watching sweetheart.”

Sam takes over, stalking the waiter as Nathan rolls his eyes. You cross your arms over, watching as the older brother attempts to pick pocket. Just like his brother, he fails and you chuckle, giving him a thumbs up as he frowns. He tries again, and the waiter turns around, looking at Sam in confusion. He says something to him, and the waiter points to the staircase.

The Drake excuses himself, making his way back to your group. “That was impressive Sam, I haven’t seen you eat absolute shit in fifteen years.”

He scoffs as the other men chuckle, and you sigh, handing your purse to the older man. Sully takes it, eyeing you as you fix your hair and perk your breasts up in your dress. Both Nate and Sully look away as they awkwardly cough, but Sam watches intently as you roll your eyes at him yet again.

“You’re gonna do a lift sweetheart?” He asks, and you ignore him, making your way over to the where the waiter was last standing.

He had walked further into the crowd, and you grabbed a glass of champagne from another passing waiter as you spot him.

“Does she know what she’s doing?” Sam asks his brother, and Nathan nods before shushing him, focusing on the lift.

You make a beeline for the man, and before you know it you’ve stumbled into him, right hand grabbing the keycard from his back pocket as your left hand raises the glass higher. He turns around instantly, and you’ve already shoved the keycard up your sleeve when your right hand grabs onto his shoulder in a fake attempt to steady yourself.

"Mi dispiace!” You purposely make the pronunciation sound loose, and immediately his attention is on you. Eyes wandering over you as you give him your best smile. Drama was never your specialty, but men were stupid when it came to a pretty face.

Your boys watch as the waiter attempts to make sure you’re okay, staring up at you in your high heels. You’re touching his shoulder still, apologising profusely for running into him, blaming it on somebody who pushed you.

“Oh she’s good,” Sam remarks, and Sully nods at him, all still watching you. “Now why can’t you do that Nathan?”

“Because I don’t have boo-You know what? Shut up.” Nathan scoffs at his older brother, and before he knows it, you’re already on your way back the them.

Pulling out the keycard from your sleeve, you hand it to Sully, an amused expression on your face. “Never send a Drake to do a woman’s job.”

“Your words hurt me.” Sam holds his hand over his heart, and you scoff at him, nudging him with your elbow.

“Nice work,” Nathan nods at you. “We ready?”

You all nod at him and as Sully goes to open the door, you stop him, pulling out a bunch of earpieces from your purse. “We’ll still need these.”

Nate mutters a ‘great’ as they all take one, placing in their ear. You do the same, hiding the piece with your hair. The brothers leave through the door, leaving you with Sully.

“Testing that you boys can hear me.” You speak casually, your older companion nodding at you as you hear Nate through your earpiece.

“Loud and clear (Y/N).” His voice comes out clear, and you smile to yourself.

Sam however doesn’t say anything, and apart of you was worried you had gotten a faulty piece. “Samuel?”

“Yes princess?” He chuckle comes through, and you sigh. Pet names? Gone were the days he called you four eyes.

“Asshole, answer me when I talk.” You order, not liking the idea of being left in the dark.

“Demanding, I like it,” He replies, and you’re about to say something when you hear a thump, and Sam grunts. “O-Ow, what was that for?”

Both you and Sully roll your eyes, knowing Nathan must’ve smacked upside the head.

“Thank you Nate.” You reach for another champagne, Sully sticking close to you.

“Again, your words hurt me.” Sam mumbles, and you go to speak again when an unfamiliar woman comes up behind Sully.

“Hands in the air,” You tense as Sully turns around. “Hi Victor.”

“Hello Nadine, pleasure to see you again.” He greets her, and you relax a little realising he knows her.

She says some more, as does he and you step closer to your friend. The woman, Nadine, eyes you warily, and Sully clears his throat.

“Nadine, this is my goddaughter, (Y/N),” He then points back at the woman. “This is an old associate of mine, Nadine.”

“Goddaughter?” She asks, and you nod at her, smiling up at Sully.

“That would be me, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Her accent was thick, and she turns her attention back to the older gentleman, talking more about the event and being dressed up. She offers to buy him a drink and he accepts, and she surprises you as she offers you one, but you politely decline.

She walks off, and Sully immediately warns the boys about her and her organisation ‘Shoreline’. It was an army for hire, but Nadine herself looked like she can handle a fight if need be.

“Come back to us in one piece boys.” You mumble, taking another sip of your champagne.

“Have some faith princess, we’re pros.” Sam answers, and you bite your tongue to refrain from bringing up the whole ‘incarcerated for fifteen years’.

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All within an hour, you and Sully had a run in with a Rafe Adler, and at first he seemed alright until he threw Sully’s drink from his hand. He was a rich little daddies boy who had a hard on for Avery’s treasure, and the idea of competition didn’t excite him.

He even went as far as to try and converse with you, asking why such a pretty thing was hanging around Victor. Rafe didn’t buy the goddaughter story, but he continued talking to you. If it weren’t for Samuel yelling in your ear telling you to walk away, you would’ve stuck your heel in his foot instantly.

Rafe excused himself when the auctioneer announced they were starting, threatening Sully once more before walking off.

“Asshole.” You muttered, sending daggers in his direction.

“You alright (Y/N)?” Sam asks, and you notice his voice sounds a lot clearer.

You look around spotting him in a waiters uniform, you nod at him with a small smile. “I’m okay, nice outfit.”

He rolls his eyes as he lifts a tray in his hand. “Might keep it, you into role-play?”

Sully clears his throat, and you both chuckle at the man.

Some time passed, both Rafe and Sully bidding against each other for the cross. You made your way towards the backdoor, waiting for Nathan to cut the power. As if on cue, the power goes out and you open the door, Sam and Sully behind you in what seemed like seconds.

The lift went smoothly. The power turned back on, and you hear Rafe shouting from the other side. As the three of you begin to walk fast, you take off your heels, holding them in your hand as you follow after the men.

A fight in heels didn’t sound particularly fun, and you stop when you reach a corridor. “Sully,” You nod towards the door. “We’ll get Nathan, think you can get a car ready?”

“I can do that.” You hand him your heels, and he shakes his head at you, taking them carefully. He runs into the direction of the door, and you bend over, ripping the side of your dress so you could run.

“Wow-wow, not that I’m complaining but what’re you doing?” Sam watches as you tear the other side, and you kick your legs out, making sure you have room.

“I get those pants are tight, but you try running around in this thing.”

He thinks over your answer, and you both begin running again.

After some climbing, window breaking and a gunfight, the four of you make your getaway in a limo, cross in hand.

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