#bloodhounds fic

[kausstar]

ᯓ ✶ KIM GEON-WOO DATING HEADCANONS.

headcanons tags female! reader — no description of the reader. established relationship between geon-woo and reader in some headcanons. hints at being intimate (no smut or nsfw though). kissing. swearing.

i was gonna do a love language type of thing but then i realized i had more general headcanons than anything 😭.

but anyways, let’s start. he’s such a gentleman.

most definitely opens the door for you everywhere you go. doesn’t believe you should ever touch a door.

if he finds that you don’t have a seat while waiting for something and nobody is getting to give you a seat when there are none available, he’s standing up from his sit and allowing you to sit down.

doesn’t talk much so if you talk louder, seems to get peoples attention more or tend to speak up, he’s definitely liking that about you.

loves taking you out when he has time.

likes cooking with you- especially if you don’t know how to he’s just smiling at you while you mess up and ask him for help.

goes on small errands that you need to run with you because why not???

his mother most definitely gives the two of you matching nicknames. like two korean nicknames that sound so well together and she calls you them all the time.

imagine patching him up after a long night and him just loving the comfortable silence between the two you.

his mom knows your order by heart so every time you come in she’s doesn’t even have to ask.

spends the money that he wins from championships on you and does it with pride.

does it to see your pretty face light up and doesn’t give a damn how much it was. doesn’t even tell you if you ask.

do you have a favorite color? he’s buying things in that color that he knows you’ll like.

you’ll most definitely have random packages showing up on your doorstep and be confused as hell. but once you remember you have such a giving boyfriend, you’ll facetime him and he’d be like “sorry, i forgot to tell you. i thought you’ll like it” with such a cuutttee smile.

he’ll maybe even get a little worried that you don’t like it so once you convince him you love it, you can tell by the way he’s smiling that you’re only fueling his fire.

if you don’t like when he spends gifts on you because you want him to have it for himself he’s only gonna shake his head, with a smile and push more gifts your way. he’s sooooo sweet!!!

is gentle with you when you’re intimate. gives a soft “is this okay?” before doing anything.

will do anything in his power to keep you safe. tries to keep you out of harms way in every way possible.

woo-jin is low key mad that you took geon-woo away from him so if all of you are together he’s making his way into hugs, glaring at the two of you when you kiss and just doing the most.

and i can just see geon-woo trying to break the ice by telling him “you’re still my best friend” but woo-jin would be “yeah, she is too!”

also imagine them practicing together in the ring and woo-jin’s like “so is she coming with us to lunch?” and geon-woo can hear the annoyance in his voice. (he laughs at it too)

it’s all jokes though. he loves you fr but doesn’t wanna admit it like with geon-woo when they first became friends.

if he sees something he thinks you’ll like he’s picking it up immediately. it’s not for sell? he’s throwing money at the lady until she says yes 😭.

if you like working out, he’s you’re guy. it’s more time y’all can spend together and he loves it. (i love the push up counting him and woo-jin do, it’s sooooo fucking cute bruh!)

doesn’t spend much of his money on himself so if you give him a gift he’s smiling and cheesing hard.

i can’t decide whether he would be a forehead kisser or cheek kisser. but he definitely kisses you softly on the lips. i thinks he likes kisses on his forehead though.

likes when you hold the side of his head when you kiss.

catches himself staring at you, just admiring you and if you catch him, just know he’s shy about it but doesn’t do too much to act like he wasn’t looking.

if you wear glasses, i think he’ll really like them on you. in like a, “i’m gonna stare at you because you look really cute” type of thing. i just think he would love them.

that’s all…

 2023 kausstar.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

The fight at Titans Tower goes a little bit different.

Jason actively fakes Tim’s death (all hail clone science) after knocking him unconscious and turns the entire place into a veritable scene of crime.

Then he takes Tim and.. honestly, he hasn’t planned that far. But the kid looks like he could use some hugs.

And Tim, upon waking up, promptly goes starry eyed over Jason’s apparent resurrection. And, yeah, fine, he’s not entirely ok with the whole “I faked your death” thing, but his end goal is now to return Jason to the family fold, so it’s fine. Bruce and Dick don’t like him that much anyway, right?

Meanwhile, Bruce and Dick discover the gruesome scene at Titans Tower and their world crashes and burns for the second time.

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My entry for a prompt week we organized on the SatoSho Discord Server. The prompt was Soft Touches

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It turns out I don't know how to take a break and I'm being itchy to write again so you can expect more chapters to come this week cause I'm honestly losing it 💀

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I’m not sure if you watched Bloodhounds on Netflix, but can you possibly do any genre (fluff or smut) of any character or characters. I just need sum bc of this series 😭

I grew attached to this show really quickly😀✌🏼

You sigh shaking your head looking out the door at the boys.

“I wished they listen” you mumble going over to the now whistling kettle

“You and I both” Mr.Oh says getting up from his seat to tell the two of them to come in.

You take a seat next to Mr.Oh glaring at woojin as he and gunwook take a seat across from you.

You didn’t even listen to Mr.Oh and Gunwoo’s conversation. You just glared at Woojin(who felt you stare) as he put his eyes on Mr.Oh or Gunwoo.

“I won’t allow it.” Mr.oh says making you sit up

“And neither will I” you say finally making eye contact with woojin

“Yn-“ woojin starts but you cut him off by slamming your hands on the table

“No! And That’s it!” You say before getting up from the table and heading to the bathroom

Closing the door you sit down on the toilet putting your face into your hands. The thought of the boys getting hurt made your head hurt, the thought of woojin getting hurt again made your heart hurt even worse

-flashback-

“Hey guys, is the house on fire?” You ask as Hyeonju pulls back up in front of the house

“I hope not” she says as the three of you hope out the car and rush over to the gate

“Oh my gosh” hyeonju says eyes going wide at the smoked out house

“Gunwook check the back! Yn check the windows” Hyeonju says making the three of you go your separate ways

All you could think about what was Woojin and Mr.Choi. Hoping they were safe. You and gunwook eventually make it into the house screaming woojin’s name

“Woojin?! Woojin!”

You run around the Smokey house trying to get through the smoke and flames. You cough fanning your hand in front of your face. You stumble on something which caused you too look down.

There laid Woojin’s bloody body.

You let out the most spine chilling wail, dropping to your knees grabbing at woojins shirt.

“Gunwoo!” You shout through your tears

“Yn?! Yn!” Gunwoo says following your voice

Gunwoo dropping my to his knees grabbing at woojin’s shirt just like you did a moment ago

“Hyeonju! Grab him Yn!” Gunwoo says making you immediately sling his arm over your neck to carry him outside

You and gunwoo place him onto the ground. You look down at your grey sweater that was drenched in woojin’s blood.

You drop down to the ground again checking for a pulse which you fount, but it was faint

“Put pressure on it, I have to get hyeonju” gunwoo says before taking off running into the burning house once again

Your sobs got harder as you cradle woojin’s head in your lap. Gunwoo finally comes out with a screaming hyeonju which confirmed your thoughts. Mr.Choi was gone.

Gunwoo puts her into the car and comes back to help you with woojin and you rush to the hospital

-flashback over

The door opens causing you to look up at woojin who closes the door behind him

“Can you not knock? I could have been using the bathroom” you say rolling your eyes

“When have I ever knocked?” He asks with a small smile

You scoff rolling your eyes at him which made him sigh. He walks over towards you before taking a seat on the floor in between your legs.

Laying his head on your thighs, basically asking you to play in his hair, you took the bait. He closed his eyes humming at the feeling of your fingers in his head.

That is until he felt something wet hit his eyelid. He opens his eyes looking up at your watery tear ducts.

“Sweetheart? Why’re you crying?” He asks turning his undivided attention to you.

“We lost everyone so fast and I don’t want to lose you and Gunwoo” you say looking up at him through your eyelids

“Yn sweetheart, listen to me” he whisper placing his hands on your face allowing his thumbs to rub over your chubby brown cheeks

“Man you’re gorgeous, I’m a lucky guy aren’t I?” He says smiling at you

“Woojin” you say flatly

“I’m sorry. But listen to me. We’re going to get Kim Myeong-gil. He needs to be put down. I’m doing this for Gunwoo. Mr.Choi. Hyeonju. Mr.Lee. Mr.yang. You. Us! I can’t sleep peacefully knowing he’s still out there doing the same thing he’s been doing. I’m going to end him” Woojin says

“I’m coming with you” you say flatly

“No. Stay here with Mr.Oh” he says

“No. I’m going! I want Myeong-gil gone too!” You say

“I said no. If something happens to you I don’t know what the hell I’ll do. Your everything to me Yn and if I can’t come back to you I-I don’t know how I’ll react. Stay here and take care of Mr.Oh” he says

You sigh before bringing woojin into a tight hug.

“Be safe. Watch Gunwoo. Please come back to me” you whisper into his ear

“I’ll always come back to you” he whispers back placing a kiss on your temple

You both get up from the toilet and floor going to open the door only to have Gunwoo fall to the floor

“Hey! You were spying on us?!” Woojin asks

“Yes. I’m sorry” Gunwoo says

You smile at him pulling him into a hug

“Take care of him for me okay?” You whisper

“Of course” Gunwoo says returning the hug

“Boys! Come here!”

You all looked at each other before shrugging and going to see what Mr.oh wanted

You watch from the sidelines as the two pull off the cover from the car and Mr.oh opens the trunk

“This is what’s left of Mr.Choi’s emergency money. Take it. Go to seoul” He says sighing

The tears start to prickle in the corners of your eyes as the boys thanks him

Mr.Oh grabs your hand pulling you into a side hug

“Go. Me and Yn will be here waiting for you” he says making them nod.

“I’ve got a car and room rented out for you two.” Mr.Oh Says

Woojin walks over too you, looking you straight in the eye

You start fixing his clothes for him just doing anything to avoid making eye contact

“I don’t want you to go” you mumble

“Do you not want me to go? Or do you not want me to go without you” he says smiling

“Both” you say finally looking up at him

“I’ll be back. I could never leave you behind” he says wrapping an arm around your waist

“Promise?” You ask

“I promise” he says leaning down sealing the promise with a kiss

“I thought you seal a promise with your pinky and thumb?” Mr.Oh says smiling

“Well I mean you do but I rather seal mine with a kiss” Woojin says looking over at you

You playfully roll your eyes before placing something in his hand. He opens it seeing a silver bracelet with a pink heart dangling from the center. It was yours and you never took it off. Until now.

“You better get going. Try not to think of me everyday” you say making him chuckle

“That’s going to be hard.I’m thinking of you now” he says making you giggle like a high school girl

“Stop flirting with my sister and let’s go!” Gunwoo says rolling his eyes

“You boys be safe” Mr.Oh says

“We will” woojin says

“Mr.Oh please make sure Yn eats. She tends to forget” Gunwoo says

“I’ll make sure she eats well” Mr.Oh says

“Thank you. For everything.” Gunwoo says smiling

“Your welcome. Now go take down Kim Myeong-Gill” he says making them nod.

You sigh at they’re disappearing figures. Mr.Oh looks over at your with a knowing look.

“Your going with them. Aren’t you?” He asks

“You know it” you say walking over to the house. He sigh shaking his heads

“You damn kids just don’t listen” he says making you giggle

[ficmachine]

Bloodhound, Octane, and Pathfinder, reacting to a make reader who always hides his face? Like- always wears these pretty/badass looking masks, and one day it falls off (or maybe brakes, or they catch him without his mask) and he's the most prettiest boi they've met- and he just starts crying cuz he's afraid on how they'll react?

You don't have to reply to this if you don'twanna! Also I wanna say I love your work! Your really talented ^^

Please keep up the great work!!

I gotchu! Dw! And thank you! :0c

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Bloodhound/Octane/Pathy x Masc Reader. (Mask-wearing self-conscious reader)

Style: Intro + Headcanons

Wordcount: 1.8k (1808 to be exact)

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People get curious. People ask. Not everyone, of course, but those who ask about why you cover your face usually prod to the point it gets uncomfortable. The amount of people – Your “fans” as they call themselves - who blow it out of proportion, make you paranoid about someone pushing it too far.

They're terrifying, especially when they obsess over something. You'd think you would have more than enough shit to deal with as a legend but no, this is a whole different can you don't want to crack open.

Regardless, whether it's just for your own comfort or just because you like looking cool is nobody's damned business.

You have your own reasons. That should be enough.

But bad fortune was going to catch up to you at some point or other, you suppose.

The stray bullet that scraped the side of your face was close, way too close - fear washes over you like a bucket of ice cold water.

Ducking under cover with your heart leaping to your throat you touch your cheek with a hiss – red smeared over your glove – and curse under your breath. Shit. Not good but at least you're not out in the open. Taking a deep breath you grip your gun tighter, chest heaving up and down as your eyes lock with your teammate.

“I'm fine.” You dismiss their concern quickly, pressing the inside of your sleeve to your face to stop the bleeding as you peek out from behind the wall. You can't pinpoint the shooter, neither can you sense any movement out in the open. Sucking in a breath you take cover again, back against the cold concrete wall and gun clutched to your chest. “Can't see them.”

Looking back at your partner your brows furrow. They're staring. Is the wound that bad? You pull your sleeve away to see the bleeding eased up and heave a sigh, breath visible in the cold weather.

“What-”

Your eyes catch the sight of your face-mask on the ground.

Oh.

Quicker than you can process your free hand snaps to your face. Panic engulfs your form all over again – eyes shooting up to your teammate to find them still staring – they definitely saw. Your head spins, heart hammering as your throat goes dry.

Ah.

Okay.

This is probably the worst time to panic. And cry? Are you really going to cry over this? Right now? In the middle of the field?

Fuck.

Bloodhound -

If there's anyone out there who'd understand the panic you're experiencing now, it's them. They wouldn't want anyone to see their face, especially in the middle of the battlefield.

Bloodhound knows better than to stare. Even if they caught a glimpse of your face they respectfully avert their gaze, focusing on the incoming fight instead.

They've seen you come out of fights with much worse scrapes, but when you hesitate so do they.

Minding to keep their eyes off you, they grab your mask off the ground and hold it up to you without a word.

Thankfully there's nobody around, nor are there any cameras close enough to your cover.

They keep watch over you while you fix the mask back onto your face the best you possibly can, and only when you're done do they look at you.

Noticing your trembling form they try their best to soothe you, resting their hand on your arm and giving it a small squeeze. “Stay with me, félagi fighter. The fight is not over yet.”

As empathetic as they are, they can't do anything but bring your focus back to the battle.

It's hard to get a grip on your panic – eyes blurry and ears ringing, you're disorientated and zoned out - but you know you have to. It's either pushing your feelings to the side to deal with them later, or risking dying.

Bloodhound keeps a hand on your arm until you're calm enough to stand and move. Eyes locking with yours you give them a nod, a thanks, and their whole form relaxes some.

“Good. Let's move, myndarlegur. It is not safe here.”

Carefully they lead you out of the danger zone and towards somewhere quieter.

They keep an eye on you throughout the rest of the game, both out of concern and interest.

Whether or not the two of you win doesn't matter. As soon as the game's over and you're free to go Bloodhound checks up on you. They don't bring up whether or not they've seen your face, and with how they're acting you're not entirely sure they did, but if you need to they let you lean on their shoulder as the panic from the day's events catch up to you.

Octane -

Unlike Bloodhound, Octane's a bit too stunned to snap his gaze away from you in time. When your eyes lock he tenses, feeling like he was caught red handed over something he wasn't ever supposed to see.

How can he look away though? Have you seen your face? That's... A dumb question, but he's seen it now too! And MAN, he looked away more out of bashfulness than anything else.

His heart leaps to his throat when he forces out a laugh to dismiss the situation, clicking his tongue. “Ai, amigo, you gotta be more careful. Custom masks like that are a bitch to replace.”

Shaking his head he hands you the mask, frowning when he notices how badly its broken. There's no way you can put it back on.

The realisation draws over you the same second and suddenly it's much harder to breathe than before.

With your vision spinning you lean back on the wall heavily, knees almost buckling under you while the gun slips out of your hand and falls to the ground with a clatter. A vague wave of pain passes through you when you grip your face too hard but you're too zoned out to care.

One moment your vision is spinning, the other you feel fingers prying your hand away from your face. Then, you're staring at maskless Octane grinning his stupid grin at you while he makes sure his own mask sits comfortably on your lower face.

He dismisses you when you ask why, waving his hand in the air as if it was nothing.

“What are friends for, huh? Besides, we have a game to win. Can't have you distracted while we kick ass!”

And kick ass you do.

Sure, he looks kinda dumb with just his goggles and head covered, but with the air filter built in this mask it's much more comfortable to breathe than in your own.

After the game is over Octavio sticks to you like glue, both to check in on you and to let you know you can keep the mask until you can replace yours.

Like hell you're gonna give it back. You're keeping it and he's more than okay with that.

Pathfinder -

Pathfinder, sweet, helpful Pathfinder, notices your mask is gone quicker than you notice your bleeding. Fortunately, he's also the quickest one to jump into action.

“Careful, friend! Faces aren't meant to be shot through.”

You're panicked and shaking, covering your face, and the last thing on his mind is your face. He's focusing on double-checking nobody's near before looking back to you and holding out a medkit to you.

He enjoys looking at your face, of course, so he doesn't look away until you turn away and it finally clicks in his head that you're probably uncomfortable. After all, some people like having their face covered and you happen to be one of those people.

Looking around he pinpoints your mask and dusts it off, holding it up to you.

Noticing you're not moving and your eyes are leaking he tilts his head to the side, only realising you're having a panic attack when his thumb feels the pulse in your wrist.

“Oh no, this isn't good. Don't worry, I've got you.” Immediately his attitude changes from cheerful to deeply worried, and he's wriggling the medkit out of your hand to grab you and get the two of you out of the open.

Thankfully, he holds you close to his chest while he grapples to the safety of the indoors – locking the doors and setting you down in the corner – to make sure no cameras can catch a glimpse of you.

Once inside he rummages through the kit to patch you up, giving you a heads up at the incoming sting loud enough to get through your brain haze so you can brace yourself for it.

With that done he gets to work on fixing your mask up the best he can – he's not great at it but he can get a few strong stitches in quick enough before you need to get moving again.

“There, just like new – only slightly torn.” He beams at you.

By the time he's done you're staring at him openly, eyes dried, mind still foggy but you're grounded enough to bring yourself back into the present. You've been staring at him all throughout and if he noticed he didn't say anything. You're grateful for it.

Pathfinder hands you the mask and you shakily put it on, gasping when he ruffles your head to ground you further.

“Do you need another minute or are you feeling well enough to keep going? We always can outrun the ring with my zip-line, so don't worry about that.”

You let him know you need another minute, and he nods before walking off to double-check if it's still safe in the building. Once he's back he looks at you, head tilting to the left while a question mark pops up on his chest monitor.

“I do have a question for you, friend.”

Your mouth runs dry. There it is-

“Are you alright?” You blink up at him, genuinely expecting him to ask about your mask or why you wear it. Instead, he continues, “I'm sure we can forfeit if you need to leave. Your well-being matters more to me than winning.”

Your heart swells, both with anxiety and appreciation, but you ultimately shake your head from side to side, letting him know you just need another moment.

You might not win, but with a friend like Pathfinder, who's willing to give up winning just to make sure you're okay? You're gonna have to make sure he knows how much he means to you.

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It’s FIC REC TIME: Upside down at sunset by this amazing author @unwepts

I am absolutely emotional about this particular work by the author, and i just had to make art on it :)

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[transingthoseformers]

Luggy my mech

First of all, win

Second of all, how did you accomplish this

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: January, 1965. Far removed from the swingin’ bars of Soho populated by rebellious youth, the prodigal Miles Edgeworth inhabits the Old Bailey as one of England’s youngest most successful prosecutors. However, Edgeworth has a secret that could destroy his life. And, now faced with a case in which the defendant stands accused of sodomy - the very situation he fears for himself - for the first time, he isn’t sure whether he can handle it. He has always been careful in the past, lest he awaken the bloodhounds of the law. But now, seeking a momentary escape in that same Soho, famed for its bars full of debauchery and blasphemy, he makes the single biggest mistake of his career - falling in love. And then, the hunt begins.

Author: cyber_husky

[kausstar]

HARDHEADED

☆ hong woo-jin x f! reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1.7k

no one understood how someone like you who was so levelheaded could date someone so hardheaded that he couldn’t even accept someone’s inventions to lunch.

no description of reader. levelheaded! reader. soft for reader! woo-jin. established relationship between reader and woo-jin. swearing.

𝓴aus. new layout! also new man and he’s literally the sweetest.

after the fight against geon-woo, woo-jin was not only hung up on the money he could’ve won- to get rib eye or maybe even a nicer apartment- but also the fact that, that asshole had embarrassed him in front of his girlfriend. you didn’t seem to care too much about his failure though, you would only praise him for even making it past the first round. “you did so well!” you smiled at your boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist. arm slung around your shoulder, woo-jin could only share you a glance and shake his head, smile creeping on his face as the two of you left the locker room.

“you’re basically payed to say that,” he says, trying his best not to smile hard at your comment but he couldn’t help and grin a little. before you could praise him a bit more without boosting his ego to the max, you see someone looking at the two of you as he sat on the bench and he quickly stands once you and him make eye contact. woo-jin notices how you’ve stopped and follows your eyes to geon-woo who pulls down his mask.

“what? huh?” woo-jin is quick to be defensive. you pull away from him, very tempted to hit him on his ribs for being so rude but you remember how hard geon-woo had punch him in his rib cage so you don’t. even after his rude behavior, geon-woo smiles at the two of you. “wanna get a bite?” he asks, sweetly. woo-jin scoffs. “why don’t you ask those other assholes you KO’d to eat with you?” he groans.

“woo-jin,” you warned, making him look at you and practically frown. “what? this fucking guy showed me up in front of you!” he said, damn near pouting, you could hear it. you only sighed and shook your head. “no one could show you up in front of me but you, my love. now, be nice,” you smiled, eyeing begging him to act like he has some kind of respect. as you turn your attention geon-woo, he’s lightly chuckling at the nickname you’d used for woo-jin. woo-jin is quick to turn around, face flushed. “what you laughing at!?”

geon-woo shakes his head, still chuckling under his smile. “sorry, about him,” you grin, happily to make the situation less tense. “he’s so stubborn sometimes,” you start before walking up to geon-woo. the two of you join hands and bow as you say your name and he says his. “he’d love to have dinner,” you grin, once standing, hands separated.

woo-jin eyes go slightly wider at you taking his offer, before his eyes settle back to normal with a groan and a roll of his eyes. “will you be coming along?” geon-woo lightly smiles as he asks, making your boyfriend quickly walk over and point a finger at him. “stop flirting with my girlfriend,” he says making you roll your eyes. geon-woo says nothing and you can tell he’s confused. he’s just really sweet. you wished your boyfriend understood that.

woo-jin leans in unexpectedly, with squinted eyes. “hear me?” he asks, finger still pointed at geon-woo. “yes,” he says, with a small grin and an apologetic bow. woo-jin nods to himself with a grin as he puts down his finger. “sorry, again for him. i’d love to come, if i’m not intruding,” you say and geon-woo is quick to shake his head. “you’re very much welcome,” he smiles.

you smile as woo-jin sighs.

xxx

“i’ll go get the meat,” geon-woo says once you enter the buffet place. before he could walk off you speak up. “no. no, i got it. i mean you’re paying after all.” you stop him and he shakes his head. he definitely didn’t talk much.“it’s the least i can do,” you smile, trying to persuade him. “come on, show-off. i’m starving. let her before she starts fighting you for it,” woo-jin comments. geon-woo is surprised by his comment. “you’re a boxer?” he asks, and you shake your head with a chuckle. “no, but i do pitch ears really good,” you says making geon-woo fold with a small smile and a nods towards you.

“okay. i’ll go get the meat. make sure the grills hot,” you grin, and head over to the raw meat. the boys find a table while they wait patiently for you. as woo-jin sits there, he thinks about he should do you a favor and make friends with geon-woo, especially because of the way you’ve taken a liking towards him. so he bottles up his jealousy and speaks. “so… how long have you been boxing?” woo-jin starts, eyes lingering on geon-woo in front of him. “about three years ago, you?” he replies, sharing a glance to woo-jin, as he turns on the grill.

“couple of years… this was my first competition with her cheering me on,” he starts, eyes looking over at you who’s mindlessly picking meat. “and just for you to show me up, show-off,” he groaned, now looking over at geon-woo. geon-woo looks at him, after eyeing the grill for so long. “i consider myself humble,” he says making woo-jin flare. “she doesn’t seem to care about it too much,” geon-woo says sharing a glance to you quickly.

“yeah. she’s never really cared about me winning,” woo-jin comments and with a nod, eyes giving the table a look. “nice,” geon-woo says. woo-jin looks up from the table and squints at him. “why? think she too good for me?” he stumbles, eyeing geon-woo for an answer. he’s quick to shake his head. “you just don’t seem like the type to date someone so nice,” he shrugs. woo-jin nods as if he’s satisfied with his answer. “i hear that a lot by like old grandma and grandpas,” he grin with short chuckle. geon-woo mimics him.

“from enemies to lovers,” you tease, placing the plate of pork on the table before taking your seat beside woo-jin. both of them left out a light chuckle and smile at you. “is it hot?” you ask, glancing to the stove between the boys. geon-woo nods and holds his hands out for the plate of meat. “she’s a professional, bro. let her handle it,” woo-jin says, using the arm that wasn’t on the back of your chair to touch his heart with his hand. “really?” geon-woo asks you.

you nod, before cutting a piece of the meat with scissors and placing it between chopsticks. “i use to work here when i was a teen,” you smile, rubbing the small slab of meat on the grill and watch as it sizzle. “me too after my family lost everything,” geon-woo says, making you give him a apologetic nod. woo-jin only gives him a short one. you place the strips of meat on the grill and sit down the tongs.

the three of you talk some more about family and training while the pork cooked. “hey, learn to respect your elders,” woo-jin points at geon-woo who only nods, eye practically stuck to the table. woo-jin and geon-woo had just learned of their age difference, and geon-woo was apologetic for his manners before. “understood?” woo-jin asks and geon-woo nods with a “yes, sir.” you shake your head. “stop that,” you start glaring at your boyfriend. “it’s fine, geon-woo, really,” you smile at him and he raises his head.

“it should be done, yeah? flip it,” woo-jin urges, eyeing the meat and you. “we’re the professionals,” you and geon-woo say unison. you and geon-woo laugh as woo-jin shares a disappointing glance between the two of you. “you’re a bunch of show-offs too!” woo-jin says, frowning.

 2023 kausstar.

this is so bad. i think i have writers block… i might come out with some dating headcanons for the both of them as well.

[carmenlire]

rewatching the first episode of bloodhounds and the instant connection between gunwoo and woojin has struck me all over again! I adore that gunwoo just genuinely loves boxing. This hobby-turned-passion may have started to protect his mother but it’s something he finds such solace and joy in. He truly embodies the heart-of-a-boxer mentality that he mentions on the rooftop.

You can see gunwoo be a little taken aback at the showmanship of woojin. I’d like to put a little bit of intrigue there too because it’s so different to his own serious, by-the-book style. And then after the match, when gunwoo is waiting outside the locker room and his puppy energy is just off the charts!!! he says that everyone else left :( but I think he secretly he was just waiting for woojin. And he is so eager and woojin is just staring at this kid like what the fuck? shouldn’t he be annoyed at this rookie who KO’d him? but nah how could he be when it’s so glaringly obvious that the kid loves boxing for boxing’s sake and he’s such a sweetheart.

so they get dinner!! at the barbecue buffet!! and it’s at this part that woojin’s interest is well and truly piqued. He wants to know more about gunwoo and his rapid-fire questions are his way of getting the information. the two of them bond and i gotta love sangyi’s and dohwan’s  chemistry because you can literally see their friendship come together, that bond unbreakable.

And then the next morning! I could write an entire thesis about that first morning after the match! Gunwoo immediately calls his new friend woojin and woojin answers and even when he’s so tired and he doesn’t understand just why gunwoo would go to the gym, he still picks up the phone and his little amused-- and already so fond!!!!-- “gosh, you’re so clingy in the morning” is immediately nullified whenever he tells gunwoo to come over! 

and i love that woojin rapidly and without missing a beat understands and reworks his potential first impression of gunwoo. you can literally see him decide that “idk how this kid has managed this long without me but now i’m here and i’m not letting anything hurt him.”

and just the moments later-- their married couple ass bickering the second time they go to the buffet with hyunju before they are once again a united front as they both bicker with her! 

the montage after the devastation of Episode Six-- the way gunwoo so totally loses it all, his driving need to save his hyung, the way he carried woojin’s drunk ass to bed the night before (and if i hc that woojin wasn’t as drunk as it showed? that maybe there’s a conversation that happens in that moment?). his sheer relief. the way that in the wake of everything falling to pieces, they have each other and nothing will ever come between them-- the way they’re stronger than ever.

and don’t even get me started on their time in the granddaughter’s apartment?! it’s so obvious??? the way she tells them not to be creepy old men and they’re so confused but as soon as they realize what she’s alluding to, their faces wrinkle in disgust and they’re like “lmao wtf absolutely not u don’t have to worry about that” the way they’re talking one morning and??? they don’t realize she’s in the room???? and that’s because she was ON THE TOP BUNK AND THAT NECESSARILY MEANS THAT THEY SHARED THE BED ON THE GROUND FLOOR BECAUSE HOW ELSE WOULD THEY NOT KNOW SHE SLEPT THERE??????????????

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

I have a confession to make about Bloodhound...

Y/N in my head looks like this:

That's right. You're in a constant state of terrible posture and zoning out into another realm when you're enjoying your food.

Chapter 7 will begin being written tomorrow!

[lunardeao3]

Here's the schedule for this week:

Tuesday: Outbreak (chapter 3)

Wednesday: Bloodhound (chapter 15)

Thursday: Outbreak (chapter 4)

Friday: Downfall (chapter 70)

Saturday: The Art Of Falling (In Love) (chapter 16)

[justaz]

as much as i hate uther, i don’t believe him to be homophobic. him and gaius definitely experimented when they were younger. i think it much funnier that uther doesn’t care that merlin’s a boy. yeah sure he’s a little stuck on the class difference (why on earth would arthur go for a servant???). but the thing that really sets him off, has him spitting with rage, is the sorcerer part.

he doesn’t care that his sons gay, he can even excuse the class difference, but he draws the LINE at sorcery