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enviedear · 7 months

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i've been going solo now ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ when you get a distress signal from your dad and his life-long goon you're quick to try and come to their rescue. only problem? so is ben solo.

pairing ⌙ smuggler!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ childhood crush/frenemies turned adults with horrible communication skills, reader is the daughter of lando (biologically or not you decide), ben is a jerk, reader is a brat, petty arguments, forced proximity trope, inner conflict all the time, han and lando are just two pals getting into serious issues that their kids have to fix don't mind them (they're just mentioned), most likely incorrect knowledge of the falcon & starship parts, smuggler!ben solo au because that's canon to me, ben calls reader kid (affectionate, kinda), typos probabaly

word count ⌙ 4.1k

— request | masterlist

i just think ben solo is very much solo by future coded and i wanted to write about smuggler!ben and his smug attitude. special thanks to @crucifiedfaerie for letting me gush over this idea constantly in our dms <3

you never had the stomach for killing— the thought of it or the act itself. the notion of ending someone's life has always been abhorrent to you, leaving a sour sensation in your mouth that lingers long after the deed is done. but right now, you sit, filled with a growing and seemingly unstoppable rage that practically demands blood.

"don't even think about jumping into hyperspace, solo!" your voice is loud but erratic.

the black-haired man piloting the ship gives you a side eye, "and waste hours getting there? sure thing, kid."

you grip the co-pilot seat as hard as possible as he sends the absolutely geriatric ship into lightspeed. the force of it sends your head back onto the headrest, and you screw your eyes shut until the motion of the ship stills.

you've been flying with ben solo on the millennium falcon for a day and a half now, and this isn't even the first time you've wanted to kill him.

no, you'd harbored a hatred for ben solo for as long as you could remember. when you were little your father frequently left you in the care of the organa-solo's. any trip too risky for you to follow him on had you spending time on chandrila han and leia— and ben.

he was a few years older than you and so insufferable - spoiled rotten and full of mischief. the two of you would inevitably end up in scuffles over something, whether it be who got to shower first or which holovid show to watch. you often wondered how your father, han, or leia had managed to handle both of you. a hardheaded pair of troublemakers that needed little excuse to start bickering with one another.

but beneath it all, there had been another layer to your complex relationship with ben solo. even though you feigned anger whenever near him, deep down there had been an admiration growing since those early days spent together. your naive heart fluttered when he would absentmindedly flash his ever-present smirk in your direction. but you'd never admit or act upon any such feelings.

naviagting your crush had been difficult at first. especially having lando calrissian as a parent. you were forced to spend weeks around the source of your teen angst because of your father.

what use is a dad that can sweet-talk a jablogian if he can't fix your unwanted crush on his best friend's son.

you've cursed at his image in your mind every time you look at your ridiculous companion. if not for him, you wouldn't be with ben right now— you'd have never had the displeasure of his company.

you got away from the young solo, and most everyone else, for a good five years, hopping from planet to planet, picking up any honest work. which usually meant boring work— factory jobs, service stuff, a few instances of babysitting.

your life without ben solo is predictable and a little boring.

but you'd rather be bored than deal with the recklessness that becomes your life every time you see the smuggler.

but here you sit beside him, forced to spend an unknown amount of days with him until the both of you find your idiotic fathers.

you had gotten a rouge comm-link message from your dad just days ago. he sounded fine, voice still leisurely and warm, but it was his words that were worrisome, "han's got us in a bit of trouble, little star. would you mind coming to help your old man out? we're somewhere in the trilon sector— i'd try batuu first!"

when you got the message, your mind had gone into autopilot. you had rushed to comm leia, which had been a fatal mistake, as she had ordered her son to pick you up and accompany you. so now you're here, stuck with ben solo and his frightening flying.

"you know, dad should have warned me i'd be flying with a coward." ben's lips are curved into a grin, as usual with his teasing.

you whip your head in his direction, eyes ablaze, "well my father should have warned me that you've gotten even more annoying, somehow."

ben narrows his eyes, a stupid smirk still plastered to his face, "whatever you say, kid."

you feel your blood go hot, why he decided to start calling you kid, you didn't know, but you do know you hate it.

ben's barely your senior, only twenty-three years of age in comparison to your twenty. besides he behaves like an out-of-hand teen away.

"stop calling me that." you groan.

ben chuckles, "aw, what's the matter, kid? tired of following orders already?"

you grit your teeth, the way he talks down to you will forever get under your skin, "i don't take orders from you, solo."

"sure you do. you're on my ship, remember?" ben retorts, his eyes focused on the coordinates displayed to his left.

you cross your arms over your chest, "we're supposed to be working together to find han and my father and get them out of trouble, not bickering like children."

ben rolls his eyes, "it's not my fault you're so uptight."

you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you can't afford to lose your temper and start a fight, not when you're relying on him to get you to your destination safely. so, you force a smile, "look, can we just be civil? we're both here because we care about our dads and want to help them."

ben's expression softens a little, "fine. but if you start nagging at me again, i can't promise i won't call you kid."

you roll your eyes, "deal. now, can you tell me more about what's going on? my dad was pretty vague in his message."

ben hums, "same with mine. all i know is that lando got mixed up in some kind of shady deal, and now he's in trouble with a gang of criminals called the ninth sun. my mom's been trying to negotiate with them, but they're not ones to bend the knee."

you groan, "of course not. what's the plan?"

he shakes a stray black strand of hair from his eye, "no plan, just find them and go from there."

"lovely, that's totally going to work," you bite your lip, "oh and, it was han who made the sketch deal, not my dad."

ben shrugs, "and who told you that?" he rests his elbow on the armrest and brings his hand to his chin, "lando?"

you clench your fists, "let's just focus on finding them. no need to dwell on the semantics."

ben glances at you and for a moment, you swear there's a flicker of something in his eyes. something other than his usual teasing, mischievous demeanor, but it's gone as quickly as it came and he turns back to the console.

the ship hums steadily beneath you, and the silence between you two stretches on, broken only by the occasional beep from the controls. you fidget in your seat, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar hush. you've never been around ben so long without saying anything, and you're about to speak up before he interrupts you.

"we'll have to make a pit stop, i need to refuel." his voice sounds tired.

you nod, "alright. any nearby planets we can stop at?"

ben checks the navicomputer, "yeah, there's one a couple of light years away. i've been there before, it's not too bad."

"okay solo, lead the way." you say, leaning back in your seat.

as he pilots the ship toward the destination, you can't help but study him from the corner of your eye. he's changed since the last time you saw him. the boy who used to pull your hair and steal your toys has grown into a man. he's lean and toned with longer hair, still as sable black as ever. it falls into his eyes, despite how much he wills it not to, giving him a slightly disheveled look that you can't help but find attractive.

you rue the thoughts plaguing your own mind.

the embarrassment you used to feel over your crush has come back ten-fold. the feeling shocks you. he's trying to act all suave and mature, but you know deep down that he's still the same old ben who annoyed the life out of you. you can feel the familiar tug in your heart every time he speaks, and you know he can't have changed much over the years. not when he's making you feel just like you're fourteen again.

but there is something different about him now. maybe it's the way he pilots the ship with ease– no longer the boy who'd cover his ears ar take off, or maybe it's just the way his muscles flex under his tight-fitting shirt. he's almost mesmerizing.

it's clear that he's been doing this for a long time, navigating the stars all alone with nothing but his shitty attitude and perfect hair. you find yourself marveling over him, sure and smooth, his hands deftly moving over the controls.

ever the realist, you try to shake off the feeling, but it's proving difficult. you feel a strange urge to preserve your current addiction.

as you watch him fly, you feel a fixation building within you. it's a sentiment you haven't felt in years, not felt since the last time you saw him.

you try to push the feeling down, knowing that it's not the time to have those kinds of thoughts. you're supposed to be focused on finding your fathers and not getting killed by some lethal syndicate, not lusting after your childhood nemesis.

you feel wrong stealing glances at him, trying to understand what's changed and why you're feeling this way. you're towing a dangerous, line. especially if those feelings are inspired by ben organa-solo.

finally, after what feels like hours, you arrive at the refueling station. as soon as ben lands the ship, you stretch your legs inside the falcon, looking out at the new scenery. the planet is bathed in the evening light, and the scene around you is wide awake. the station itself is a bustling hub of activity, with all kinds of alien species milling about.

ben leads the way to the fueling station, where he begins filling up the ship's tanks. you stand by the ship's entrance, people-watching. your eyes find ben's figure again, and you let them stall. when he looks your way, you advert your gaze and step out of the falcon, swiftly approaching him.

the evening air is cool as it hits your skin. this planet is a strange one, with vibrant purple plants and thick, white fog swirling around. but you don't pay too much attention to it, your eyes are locked on ben.

he's leaning against the ship, checking over the fuel meter with a frown on his face. you walk over to him and clear your throat, expecting to get his attention.

he looks up at you, eyes meeting your own. you feel your heart skip a beat, and you curse yourself for being soft for him.

"you know, you didn't have to follow me out here." he mumbles, hand coming to brush the hair from his eyes.

you hum, "i didn't have anything better to do."

he ignores you and looks back at the fuel gauge, his eyebrows furrow, "i found something for you to do." his voice is monotone, but you're all too familiar with the subtle cut of annoyance within.

"what does that mean?" you own voice comes out a bit too anxious.

ben groans before looking at you, "one of the damn tanks has a leak— i told chewie to fix that weeks ago." he follows up his words with a few curses before kicking the faulty gas tank.

you roll your eyes, "can't we just get another one? i'm sure if we go inside someone would know where we could get another one."

"the problem isn't finding one," he tsks at you, "the problem is that this tank has been leaking fuel into the beacon finder. without that, we're never finding our dear old dads."

your heart sinks. you had been so sure that you would find your dad quickly, but now it looks like that might not be the case. "so, what do you suggest we do?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i'll have to fix the beacon," he sighs, "luckily i have the tools for it, but i need to find one more part, and with the sun setting soon…" he trails off, letting his silence complete the sentence for him.

you take in a deep breath at his implication. you can tell what he is suggesting without explicitly stating it.

you will be stuck on this planet with him tonight and forced to share the same cramped room. you thank god for separate cots, at least.

you try to ignore the warmth creeping up your ears, but you know that it's a losing battle. you haven't shared a room with ben solo since you were kids, endless unwilling sleepovers at each other's houses. but those instances were filled with innocent pranks and arguments, not the tension and longing glances you've found yourself giving him.

"alright," you say, trying to keep your voice even, "we'll just get the part and fix the beacon. the faster we fix this, the faster we can find our fathers and get back to our lives." you move towards the entrance of the fueling station, wanting to put space between you and ben.

"you mean so you can get back to your life." he calls out to you, and you look back at him only to be met with contempt in his brown eyes, "the one where you avoid me."

you give him a sharp eye roll before making your way toward a small gaggle of vendors, much more interested in finding this part. ben follows closely behind you, and you can feel the weight of his stare on the back of your head.

you're at a loss as to why ben solo would ever care that you've been avoiding him for the last five years. the ben you remember would've never batted an eye. when did that change?

you find a vendor selling the part that ben needs, and you both split the payment before heading back to the falcon. ben sets to work on the beacon, and you sit nearby, supposedly looking over the coordinates but mostly watching him work.

there's an abnormal sense of calm that fills you as you watch him. concentration is etched on his face, lips bitten bright red. you can't help but admire him, not for the sake of not trying.

you're brought back to reality when he starts cursing under his breath, "what's wrong?" you ask, moving closer to him.

"this damn thing won't budge," he grunts, trying to pry apart two pieces of the beacon.

you move to his side, peering down at the device. his breath is hot on your cheek, and you feel an urge to shiver. trying to focus on the task at hand you take a few breaths.

your eyes keep drifting to his lips, the way they move when he curses. you shake your head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. "let me help," you offer, reaching for one of the tools he's using.

he hands it to you, and you lean in closer, your sides pressed together as you work the tool. you can feel his heat exuding into you, a warmth that isn't just from the planet's humid air. you try to focus, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. every time he moves, you catch a whiff of his scent, musky and rich, and your mind starts to wander to places it shouldn't.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the piece pops free, and ben lets out a sigh of relief. he turns to you, a small smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, the air between you is charged with something foreign.

you let your tone come out sardonic, "looks like i saved the day. you're welcome, solo."

ben tilts his head, eyes narrowing, "you're a brat, kid."

"i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you want to hit him.

"i said i had a condition," he pauses, arms coming to either side of you, palms pressing into the falcon's floor, effectively trapping you against him, "a condition you just broke. so you're back to kid, kid."

you feel your resolve slipping, "you're the worst. you always have been, and i can see now that will never change."

he has the audacity to let out an amused breath, "if you're going to say shit like that, at least mean it."

your brows furrow, "pardon me? as if i don't mean that."

his hands creep from the ground and to your hips, you gasp as he pulls you in closer. if he were anyone else, you'd expect him to kiss you next, but he's not anyone else. so instead, he cranes down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "i know you want me," he growls, his fingers digging into your clothed flesh. "don't act like you don't,"

you're completely caught off guard, and before you can respond, he's pulling away from you and grabbing the beacon. you watch in silent horror as he makes for the falcon's exit, leaving you confused on the floor.

you sit there, rooted to the spot, your mind and body in turmoil. you know if you follow him you'd just be throwing yourself into a petty or embarrassing altercation.

what did he mean by that anyway? how could he possibly know?

taking a steadying breath, you turn away from your seat and make for the other side of the ship. you need to keep yourself busy until nighttime, and you know that there's some maintenance to do on one of the storage bays. when you get there, however, it's already been taken care of. your fists clench in frustration as you realize ben must have done it earlier.

you start searching around the ship for any other tasks that might help keep your mind off things and pass the time more quickly- checking cords, tidying up shelves or going through supplies lists so nothing gets low.

the hours seem to stretch on endlessly despite how much work you manage to do, and all too soon darkness begins to fill the sky outside of the cockpit windows. with a heavy sigh, you head back towards where you and ben had been working earlier. he's back now, tinkering away with the beacon as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you earlier— as if his words hadn't sent a tremble down your spine and confused the emotions tumbling through your mind.

you catch an expectant glance from him when he finally notices your presence. you're sure he's expecting you to say something to him. maybe he wants you to yell.

you don't say anything though, instead offering only a terse nod before checking the endless cords around you.

your fingers move quickly and expertly over the tangled cords, your mind too preoccupied to focus on anything else. but you can feel his gaze on you, burning through the back of your skull like a branding iron. his presence is suffocating and you know that if you don't get a handle on your emotions soon, you'll combust.

eventually, you're so lost in thought that you almost miss the soft footfalls approaching you. you turn to see ben standing beside you, his eyes locked onto yours. the air between you is thick with strain, unspoken words, and feelings. there are so many things you want to say to him, but you don't know where to begin.

"so," his voice breaks through the silence like a blaster shot. "when are we going to talk about it?"

you hear the depth in his baritone voice and it's all you can do to keep your face neutral, your thoughts collected, "talk about what?" you ask, even though you know perfectly well what he's referring to.

"about me and you," he says, voice low but insistent, "or we can just keep ignoring it. the tension seems to be getting us pretty far."

your expression shifts as you take in his words, the longing that had been coiled in so tightly before now coming to the surface. you can feel yourself flustering under the intensity of his watch but you refuse to look away, instead lifting your chin higher and narrowing your eyes.

"there is no us, solo," you say firmly, though your voice is riddled with a hint of something else entirely, "there never has been, and never will be."

ben seems unfazed by your words, his eyes steady and intense. "you say that," he says, his voice softening. "but i know you better than anyone else. and i know there's some part of you that actually likes me. i bet it pisses you off, doesn't it?"

he's right— it does piss you off that your heart can't seem to let him go. no matter how annoying you find him, he's beautiful and confident. and he does know you better than anyone. he knows what buttons to press and how hard. with ben, there's always the thrill of how perceptive he is— that he can see through the walls of anger and indifference you try so hard to build up around yourself.

you can feel your will crumbling under his words, your heart throbbing in your chest, but still, you push back, "even if there is something there, solo," you say, your voice shaking slightly, "it doesn't change anything. we're two different people living two very different lives."

ben smirks, "you don't know anything about my life."

you let your eyes roll, "as if the life you lead is some kind of mystery," you take a deep breath, "i mean, what's to know? you fly alone, smuggle, and rack up credits. that's your life, solo."

he hums, right hand finding a home beside your head on the wall, "you know me so well, kid. you should write a book."

you feel inexplicably hot, "maybe i will. a long book of all the reasons you piss me off."

he doesn't respond, just looks down at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. he pushes himself from the wall and you, twisting and letting his back hit the durasteel wall. his face is turned to you, eyes downcast.

"you know," he says finally, breaking the silence, "i remember when we were kids, it was always you who used to be the one to instigate. you probably don't remember it that way, but i do, and i loved it. you never hesitated. you were fearless."

you look at him incredulously, wondering what this has to do with anything. but he continues, "you were the only girl that would play with me, and not just that, the only one that could beat me. but then one day you just stopped. you ignored me completely."

you stiffen, unwilling to admit even through body language that he might be right. a pre-teen you found avoiding your ben sized crush the most viable option. you just never thought he'd care.

he continues, eyes unwavering from yours, "you used to look at me like i was the only person that mattered. and then, you just stopped. it's was like… like you had something to hide."

it's like he can read your mind because he reaches out and grasps your wrist in his hand. his touch is nice against your skin, sending a comfortable feel through your veins.

"i miss you, the girl who wasn't afraid of liking me," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "and i want you to admit that you miss me too."

you struggle to find words, to make sense of everything inside of you, but before you can speak, his lips are on yours. his kiss is hot and demanding, and instinctively lean into him, body melting against his in perfect harmony. his hands slide around your waist and hold you close as the kiss deepens, and you can feel all of the frustrations of the past slipping away. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright with emotion and a hint of a smile graces his lips.

he looks down at you for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "you want me to do that again?" he steps closer to you and cups your face in his hands, his eyes twinkling with amusement. you can feel the warmth radiating from his body and if it weren't for his strong arms around you, you would have melted into a puddle.

you nod slowly in agreement, too lost in the moment to say anything else. he leans down and brushes his lips against your cheek before pulling away completely, "then be honest. right here, right now. you like me."

you screw your eyes shut, basking in the shame of being found out, "i like you, solo. i like you a lot, but if you don't get off your pedestal and kiss me again i'll withdraw the opportunity."

he gazes down at you with an expression that's tender yet mischievous all at once. "i like you too," he whispers before chuckling lightly, you open your eyes to see.

his dimples are on full display, and for a second, he's the spirit of the little brat you fell in love with all those years ago. "c'mere, kid." his voice is soft as he pulls you back into him, lips meeting yours.

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bangtanfanfiction · 4 months

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love at first squat? → k. sunwoo

Listen I'm a whore for Sunwoo this comeback. I will use every opportunity to praise that beautiful man.

♢ Pairing: Sunwoo x Gym rat!Reader → Idol AU

♢ Word count: 2.2k

♢ Genre: Fluff, suggestive, established relationship

⌲ Description: Inviting you to join him at the gym with his members was supposed to be a cute outing. Instead Sunwoo is left speechless and probably more in love than he thought possible. ↳ Warnings: Cursing, horny thoughts, mentions of sex, Sunwoo is ready to call you mommy (jk. maybe not. idk)

Listen.

Sunwoo wasn’t stupid, okay.

Besides his obvious talent for being annoyingly witty, he considered himself to be fairly intelligent.

Which is why he was quite certain there were very few situations these days that would make him feel like an idiot.

But here he was. Feeling like a complete, flustered idiot.

All because of you.

Okay fair enough, it was his fault this situation happened at all. But still.

Being a twenty-three-year-old man, Sunwoo doubted there was much in the world that could turn him back into a speechless, bubbling idiot after being in the entertainment industry as long as he had.

He’s seen it all. Over-the-top performances, beautiful idols, arenas filled to the brim as well as anything negative to follow those specific areas.

And so Sunwoo had the brilliant idea of wanting to spend some time with you today that didn’t just include laying around and eating a bunch of snacks.

Something cute, y’know. Wholesome. Instagram worthy without the posting etc, etc. You get the idea.

Since it’s only been six months since the two of you started dating officially, after all. He had to keep the fun going somehow.

He was also confident that he knew most of your likes and dislikes at this point.

For instance, Sunwoo knew you loved the gym. You were 110% a gym girl with nearly all stereotypes to follow.

He rarely saw you outside of comfy hoodies and sweats. He knew about your strict five-day workout routine you kept to almost religiously. He knew you struggled with fulfilling your needed protein count every day because you always complained to him about it.

In all honesty, Sunwoo shouldn’t have been as surprised to actually see you in a gym environment. He knew you were fit and healthy - Of course he did. He‘s seen your naked body more times than he could count at this point.

But all those times had also been in a private relaxed space. Often after eating takeout with a bloated stomach each.

So when some of his very avid gym-going members asked if he wanted to join them, he further stretched that invitation to you. Hoping to get a day spent together out of it.

He had never seen you reply to something as quick as that.

You had met him in front of the private gym their personal trainer owned a walking distance away from the company. Dressed in a comfortable loose set of white sweats and matching hoodie, a black gym bag swung over your shoulder as you skipped the last distance towards him, launching into a tight hug.

“Hi.” Sunwoo smiled down at you, brushed away some stray hair falling into your face.

“Hi.” You returned it with a wide grin, leaning up on your toes to press a series of pecks on his irresistible lips, like an overbearing mother without the maternal instinct obviously.

“Missed me?” It had been a little over a week since you last managed to meet up in the midst of their recent comeback.

And God, what a comeback that was.

“I always do.” You were never shy of your affection towards him, even to the point of making him shy in front of his members. “It’s unfair how perfect this comeback fits you.”

Your fingers flicked his parted hair with a wink.

Sunwoo only kept grinning - you had already shared your very enthusiastic opinion of him five minutes after the MV had dropped, texting a whole paragraph on how beautiful he looked and how your possessive nature might just turn deadly. (Jokingly, that is)

You had been in his shared dorm with Chanhee, Changmin and Younghoon spread throughout the living room and kitchen, tucked into the corner of their L-formed couch as you watched their most recent live performance - Sunwoo right beside you, waiting for your reaction.

He had paid careful attention, especially when his part had come on. You had watched the entire video silently with a completely straight face.

Chanhee would forever hold his trauma over your heads having been a witness to see you dragging Sunwoo to his room by the front of his shirt, locking the door audibly with a click before the sounds of thumping music came on to hide the sounds of your very obvious antics.

They didn't need to listen to know what the two of you were up to. Not with how Sunwoo seemed to be on cloud nine the rest of the week.

("Best fucking blowjob ever.")

Your screen saver was later a picture of his iconic part in 'Watch it'.

His hand slid a little lower at the memory, against the visible dip of your lower back and perky ass. One of his favourite physical traits on you, and Sunwoo would never be ashamed of being an ass man.

Shaking his head, he gave your butt a fond tap as you both made your way inside the building. The other members were already inside; Sangyeon, Jaehyun, Kevin, and Eric were in various positions stretching their bodies.

You greeted them all cheerily with a wave and grin, before thanking their PT for allowing you to use the gym.

Sunwoo was half listening to their workouts planned out while also glancing at you through his peripheral vision - curiosity driving him to see you for the first time in a gym together.

You were obviously in the zone, within a corner of the private gym, not wanting to get in their way.

He saw you tipping back a dry scoop of pre-workout and washing it down, before stretching just like them. You were still patiently at it as he began his first workout, falling into the same concentration with his members scattered around him doing their own things; their PT walking around and fixing any details.

Sunwoo had just finished all his sets of a lat pulldown when the praise came from Sangyeon in a disbelieving mutter, stopping in his DB shoulder presses.

“Whoa, that’s insane.”

Turning around, Sunwoo’s cough mid-water sip was not subtle.

You were on whatever set of your hip thrusts, 200kg worth of plates on the bar as you breathed in concentration, not even aware of how much attention you had drawn. Your soundproof headphones made sure of it.

You had shed the hoodie and sweats, only a pair of navy blue shorts and an oversized t-shirt he recognized as his, tucked into the band of your sports bra behind as you pushed through. The bar clattered slightly as you dropped back down. With a relieved sigh, you stood up only to flinch in shock to see him and his members still staring.

Pushing back the headphones, you gave an awkward smile. “Hi?”

Sangyeon walked forward with an admiring grin. “Y/N that’s crazy! How long did it take you to get you that weight?” The two of you easily fell into conversation with Sunwoo still on mute.

You had always clicked quickly with his oldest member, being such big gym goers to the point of obsession. Where Sunwoo also enjoyed going to the gym, he didn’t see it as his priority besides aesthetic pleasure.

Not that he didn’t appreciate those who did.

Speaking of...His eyes started to trail down your body.

How the shorts were clinging to your quads, muscles shifting as your feet moved on the spot while talking, to your damn impressive round ass - frankly looking huge with the pump it had just gone through. He could see a sliver of skin from where your t-shirt was tucked up, showing off the lean lines of your strong back.

God, Sunwoo was certain your quads were bigger than his head (They were).

Despite your makeup-free face, flushed skin, and sweat coating it - you had never looked hotter to him.

“Give us a warning if you’re planning to go crazy.” Kevin’s voice snickering next to him snapped Sunwoo out of his stupor.

“Huh?”

His hyung didn’t stop smirking knowingly. “You’re drooling. So if you’re planning to drag her away, at least warn us of the trauma of witnessing something we don’t want to.”

A blush spread across his face and the tip of his ears as Sunwoo complained. “Ah, hyung! I’m not going to do that.”

He had more decency than that. (Not really.)

Glancing over again, he watched as Sangyeon was helping you rerack the weights and moving the bar to a squat position -your next workout - the two of you moving with surety in every move around the equipment.

You gave him a perfect view of your ass again as you bent to pick up the last plate, the muscles of your hamstrings tightening impressively, his head tilting to follow the movement.

Sunwoo wondered how he had never noticed that detail before.

He would have to appreciate your body again (very) carefully once he got the chance.

If it weren’t for the rough push Kevin put on his shoulder to continue with his workout, Sunwoo would have probably just stood there staring to his own embarrassment.

“Baby, can you spot me?”

You waited in patient amusement for his double take at the weights resting on the squat rack before his brows furrowed.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll have to save me if anything happens.”

You snorted out a laugh, his deadpan sense of humour was always a weakness of yours. Making you laugh with a simple sentence even if said in complete seriousness.

“I’m not hitting over my max today, so you’re good.” You only chuckled, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you slowly, as if coaxing a frightened animal. Only this one kept his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Nothing is gonna happen, I just need a little bit of support on the last rep.”

“What support am I supposed to give?” Sunwoo eyed the plates carefully, voice flat. “That’s more than my body weight.”

Giving him a quick look up and down; dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants with a fitting tank top, you gave the vision of absolute innocence. “Visual support.”

Kevin, who was quick to get your innuendo from the bench next to you, laughed out loud. Before Sunwoo could comprehend what you meant, you had already moved into position for the squat.

Sunwoo could only shake his head as he carefully shifted into a supporting position behind you, knees bending alongside your form but never touching.

"Fine, but if I break something you're taking my place in promotions."

"I'm sure Deobi's will love me more than you anyways." You stuck out your tongue in retort before starting with a huff.

He could see your strain by the seventh rep, thighs shaking and face scrunching up in concentration.

But he saw the determination. And despite the risk of his demise, Sunwoo moved closer.

“You got it, come on.” He encouraged you, gently tapping your hip as you let out a large breath and pushed up, succeeding without him having to risk his life.

“Okay, you two, enough of the lovey-dovey, back to work Sunwoo.” Their PT called out lightly.

About an hour later, you were resting after finishing stretching, casually leaning against the wall with a hip popped out and scrolling through your phone when Sunwoo snuck up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against his chest.

“Hi.” You only smiled up over your shoulder. “All finished?”

“You’re being unfair,” Was all he said, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and shoulder, tickling you as you squirmed.

“About what?” You laughed.

“Distracting me…” He mumbled with a pout. “I could hardly concentrate this entire session. I think I fell in love all over again."

"If I knew my legs were so powerful I would have squatted in front of you on our first meeting."

Sunwoo bit his lower lip to hide a smile. "Love at first squat, you say?"

“Unless you're just jealous of my thighs, that is.” Despite the flutter of your heart, you continued to tease him lightly, stretching out a leg and tightening your muscles still pumped out from your session. “I’ll teach you how to get them.”

Sunwoo hummed lowly against your ear, and you knew he was plotting something.

“I’d rather be buried between them.”

Your scandalous gasp was loud as you whirled around to slap his chest, catching the attention of the rest of the guys who were cleaning up.

“Kim Sunwoo, we are in public!” You whisper-shouted in mortification. It was his turn to smirk at you in satisfaction, only giving an innocent shrug.

“Ugh, Sunwoo is being indecent, hyung. Scold him.” Eric called out with an exaggerated shudder, turning to Sangyeon. The leader only sighed exasperated. Already far too used to you and Sunwoo's shows of PDA.

“You didn’t even hear what I said,” Sunwoo called out.

“I didn’t have to! Y/N proved it.”

“Well maybe I offered her ice scream and she got overjoyed.” He retorted, their usual bickering starting up again.

“Suuuure, if ice cream meant fu-”

“OKAY!” Sangyeon exclaimed loudly before Eric could finish that sentence, causing a fit of snickers from the others watching, as well as your furious blush spreading as you hid behind the palm of your hand. “Let’s not finish that, Youngjae-ah.”

Eric sucked in his lips with a mischievous glint, shoulders shaking in muted laughter.

Just as everyone finished cleaning up and you put your outer layers back on - Kevin sidled up to you casually, slinging a friendly arm around your shoulders as you walked out of the building and down the street.

You both watched Sunwoo take a running start before jumping on Eric’s unsuspecting back as they both stumbled with the maknae’s dramatic complaint of his sore legs echoing.

“You should probably cross out working out together.” Kevin had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You know, for public decency.”

“Oh shut up.”

Thank you for reading!

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moonshynecybin · 2 months

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okay damn!! short fic (1kish) for forced coming out au set near the end of the story when vale has realized some THINGS ! (not everything. especially about marc's feelings for him...) and they ARE fucking again... which of course is righttttt when hondayamaha PR are like. okay you two can break up now ! and vale's like yall mind if i fall on this sword real quick. would that be fun.

“So, we think that at the end of the season you two should be in the clear to go your separate ways, we’ve built out a separation schedule for you both to use, and emailed it to you and Marc as well. As long as you keep it relatively civil after that, we think we can call the last year a success.”

“This is—“ Vale flips the page back over, finished with it. He looks back at the bland smile of the PR person. She's very nice.

He hates her.

But he knew what this was, going in. It shouldn’t surprise him when he’s reminded of what it’s not.

He gestures at the folder in front of him, smile still easy on his face, his pulse rabbiting anxiously in his throat. He asks for clarification. Finds he needs it, badly.

“This is permission to stop? To break up?”

“Yes!” She says cheerfully, like it’s exciting, and Vale knew that was probably going to be her answer, but he still feels like he’s been cut off at the knees, cold water trickling it’s way down his spine. He digs his nails into one of his palms, making sure his expression doesn’t change.

She keeps speaking.

“You two have done an incredible job, and we got together with the PR team at Honda,” She gestures at Marc, somewhere to the left of Vale’s elbow. “And they agree. After the season ends you can start to move apart. You can put it all behind you.”

Like it never happened, Vale hears, and he twitches.

He should have expected this, but he didn’t. He thought that it would be up to Marc and him, when they wanted to call things off. That they could keep up this equilibrium that had the two of them balancing on an edge as sharp as a razor. Push and pull, living in anticipation of a deadline that some part of him thought would never come.

Like it never happened.

What was his relationship with Marc before all this? He knows it well enough, created most of it. The shape that it took, those last few months of the season. All the resentment. What he did to it. The way Marc had folded in on himself for weeks.

He’s only started to act like himself again recently, open and happy with the press, with Vale.

What would it look like, returning to what it was? What would it feel like, to pretend it never happened?

He scratches at the side of his face. He wants to vomit. He doesn't. He shifts a little, glances over at Marc beside him for the first time since the beginning of the conversation. He needs more information on how to react, which way to spin this, where Marc might be, when he thinks about a life without Vale.

And Marc isn’t necessarily hard to read, at this point, though there are nuances that he can— and has—missed. Álex, for instance, always seems to know, seems to have a handle on the degrees of Marc’s smile, the tone of his laugh, when he’s upset or not. But Vale is a more recent student. Has only found it necessary to apply himself this last year or so, obsessing over the angle of his eyebrows and the lines around his mouth, the way he forms his words. The timbre of his voice. Anything to perform better, to gauge how he’s feeling, to perfect the picture, find out what Vale can do for him. A catalog of Marc.

And right now— Marc’s back is ramrod straight, unnaturally so. He is fidgeting with his hands.

No part of him is touching Vale.

Vale’s stomach bottoms out, he flicks his eyes back to the page in front of him. Thinks. Reviews.

His face, just now. The slight pinch of his posture. The inches between their bodies.

Vale had pressed his knee against him earlier. He must have moved away, sometime in the course of the conversation.

Vale glances back.

Marc looks serious, like he’s staring down the beginning of a race. His face is calm, remote, and the PR lady doesn’t seem to notice, but Vale sees the cracks show through. A stark contrast to the way he was last week, sprawled out in the sheets of Vale’s bed, loose and relaxed, the sun playing on the muscles of his back. Vale had licked a hot stripe up his spine, and Marc had shivered, ticklish. When Vale had placed a hand against the spaces of his ribs, he had laughed, and Vale could feel it against his hand. Had pressed his nose to the warmth of Marc’s skin, breathing deep. Had almost let himself think it was something he could keep.

But here and now, there’s none of that, erased in the gray light of the conference room. Marc’s shoulders have inched their way up around his ears, and he’s jittery, frenetic, picking at his cuticles. His jaw jumps when Vale speaks, brittle, like he’s bracing for something. A hit, maybe. A crash. Marc hasn’t looked this way in months. Since— Probably since Sepang, last year. Maybe Qatar, this season, before that first press conference. Staring down the field of cameras ahead of him.

A thought occurs to Vale, sudden and sickening.

He must be nervous about the breakup. Worried about the media backlash. Vale’s fans. About what people will do to them if they decide Vale hates him again. About going back to that.

Vale thumbs at the paper edge of timeline, stares at the logical sequence of steps. Plan for the Dissolution of Relationship, he reads in clinical font. Calculated to let them both get out of this with minimal damage, please the advertisers. An amicable break up. Mutual, they’ll call it.

But Vale was listening earlier, and he knows it’s not good enough— doesn’t do enough to ease the way. It'll just set them back where they were in the off-season, when Marc was losing sponsors and everyone knew that a photo of him on his knees might be enough to keep him off the bike for good. All because of Vale. And he can’t— that’s not an option.

“What if I'm seen out with someone else, at a bar or a club?” He says, and the eyebrow of the PR lady shoots up. “Would that make it cleaner for us?”

She tilts her head, considering it. Infuriatingly placid. Vale wants to scream.

“Well, you would certainly be in the tabloids again for a few days, and you’d have to be careful not to be too public about it, but–” She ends it by giving him a knowing glance that makes him feel like live ants are crawling under his skin. He doesn’t want to be seen with anyone else. He wants— “That would send a message! If you think it would make things simpler and faster, we won’t stop you if you want to do it.”

“Two weeks you said?” Vale interrupts, before she can open up the conversation any more. He needs to know how long he has left, how long Marc will— how long before he has to see Marc with anyone else. How long he can expect to be able to roll over in the middle of the night and watch him breathe. Count his lashes until he falls back to sleep.

And two weeks is—that’s. That's no time at all. That's a blink, a heartbeat. And Marc will be able to leave, like he wanted to at the beginning, and it’ll go back to how it was. In the off-season, when they weren’t talking.

The world feels distant and immediate all at once, and Vale can see the future stretch out ahead of him—polite smiles on podiums. Spraying champagne anywhere but at each other. Bland platitudes about respect in press conferences. Pretending that he hasn’t seen the freckles on Marc’s back play against his eyelids every time he's closed his eyes since Phillip Island last year

“Two weeks, yes, and then you two can go your separate ways.” She says, and Marc shifts beside him. He hasn’t pulled further away, hasn’t put any more space between the two of them, but he’s being very quiet. Deliberately so. Cards close to his chest, clamming up like he does, like he did when Vale confronted him after Sepang. When he told him he’d only be remembered for that. They’ve both made sure that’s not the case, now.

Vale leans back in his chair and lets their arms brush, trying to get a read on him, do something— and Marc’s drawn like a bowstring, the muscle of his bicep so taught against Vale’s it feels inorganic—steel or brick. Something hard and immovable. Vale doesn’t look at him, doesn’t want to see his face. That would feel like open heart surgery.

Marc will be okay without him. He was always going to go, competition was always going to find a way between them. But he’s just like Vale, was born to ride a bike, and Vale can’t—won’t— let himself be the reason Marc is getting torn apart by the press again. Won’t let himself be the reason Marc can’t be in the paddock. Can’t be on the track, getting in Vale’s way.

He can’t be the reason this is all Marc gets remembered for.

He takes a deep breath.

“I can find someone by then.” He says.

And he feels Marc shift, and pull away from him completely.

#the arrogance coming off vale STILL lol. marc like you left me. AGAIN?? vale like i was being noble!!!!#this isnt in line with the intial conception of this fic BUT. im havin fun. what if vale was real stupid. trying to protect marc #but still not entirely conceptualizing what was so hurtful about sepang... it wasnt JUST the media. idiot.#motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #forced coming out au #my fic #it really is like marc is not physically in his lap the entire convo and vale freaks out so bad he detonated the entire thing….

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lilac-cat-draws · 1 year

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Been taking my time, adding some stuff in this AU, mostly starting off with writing some dialogue along with some sketches that I think would fit the characters in the Genshin universe

I’m not going to write all of the voice overs, so I'll be mostly focusing on the ones I think would be more interesting to write about, also it was very difficult for me to get this to sound in character so this is my attempt

Dazai’s “Voice-Over”

Hello

Greetings I’m Osamu Dazai, it’s a pleasure to meet you. If you need any help, come to the Armed Detective Agency and we’ll deal with the issue. But looking at you, you seem to be handling things fine on your own, but if you’re considering feel free to contact us.

About Kujou Sara

Ah, you mean the tengu lady in the Tenryou Commission? Why yes I’ve met her, she would work along side us on more difficult cases and we don’t really see eye to eye most of the time which is unfortunate.

About Shikanoin Heizou

Never thought that the Tenryou Commission would have their own skilled detective, he’s sharp like a certain someone I know and his method of investigation is quite unique. A detective who stops a crime before it even starts, hmm interesting.

About Nakajima Atsushi

Atsushi has been my most fateful subordinate ever since I took him in. The boy has a lot of potential under all of his insecurities, also he’s been the most reliable when it comes to doing the paperwork I don’t want to do.

About Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Oh him? I don’t have anything special to say about him in particular but I had something in mind. What is it? Well I’m not telling.

About Nakahara Chuuya

Ugh, that slug? He can be irritating sometimes, not to mention his fashion sense I mean really? *sigh* Besides that, he has his moments where he’s a lot more bearable and it is fun to mess with him whenever I get the chance.

About the Vision

I didn’t think the gods would acknowledge me of all people to deserve a vision, well I personally don’t mind this, but I doubt I’d really put this thing to much further use, other than what I used to use it for.

Birthday

Hey, since today is your special day, thought I’d take you around they city and grab something to eat, and as for the bill you don’t have to worry about that, my work partner can pay the expenses for us later.

More About Osamu Dazai: I

Have you ever been to our detective agency by any chance? It can be quite the treat if you get the chance to know us and as someone with first hand experience I’ll gladly give you a tour of the office and the various cases we deal with on a regular basis, hey I could even recruit you in, you seem to have the skills to join. No need? well it’s fine but if you change your mind, the offer is still on the table.

More About Osamu Dazai: II

There is this one coworker I know who is really fun to tease, he sticks to his ideals so much he can be a bit gullible. i would sometimes give him what he thinks could be vital information only for me to them tell him it wasn’t true. Believe me, it really livens up the workplace.

More About Osamu Dazai: III

Whenever the agency gets reached out with a certain case, it would be something along the lines of what the usual police couldn’t handle and on some instances we would collaborate with them for the more serious situations and It also means there would be more paperwork for the Agency to deal with *sigh*, and it’s no fun having to do nothing but that so I just don’t bother.

More About Osamu Dazai: IV

Why did I join the Armed Detective Agency? Well you’re pretty nosy aren’t you. It’s nothing special, but let’s just say that I joined because I’ve made a promise to someone long ago. I’d rather not have someone poking into my past like that so this is all the information you’ll get out of me.

More About Osamu Dazai: V

I always wonder what’s the value of living, what purpose do we need to serve in order to continue that. You seem to know what you want and by the time you get it, what now? As for me, well I’m just going through the motions and see what happens next and maybe I’ll find the reason I’m searching for

This is the best I could do, might edit this since I wrote this late at night

#bungou stray dogs #genshin au #genshin impact #bsd #Genshin #Dazai Osamu #atsushi nakajima #chuuya nakahara #Lumine #genshin lumine #kujou sara #genshin kujou sara

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alreadyblondenow · 2 years

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Who’s gonna drive you home? (Part 2.)

Pairing: Racer Jaehyun x female reader x Racer Taeyong

Genre: Love triangle, racer au, fluff, smut, angst maybe?

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex which is not advisable in real life situation, mentions of car crash, accidents, hospital and implied comatose situation. IF YOU ARE HAVE BAD EXPERIENCE FROM THE SAID WARNING ABOVE, PLEASE SKIP THAT PART. kind of illegal racing, betting. NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY.

NOTE: THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND A 100% MADE UP FROM MY MIND. Inspired by Jackson Wang’s ‘Who’s gonna drive you home’ song. Sorry in advance if this turned out to be disappointing, i love it the way i created it. I also want to thank everyone who loved part 1. I hope I can create beautiful stories again.

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Today is one of those days where you and Taeyong stay in his place the whole day to assemble Legos. Those little things he liked to collect, and whenever you two finish a piece, it will automatically become one of his prized possessions. Sometimes, it’s his excuse to have quality time with you while doing stuff he loves. But today, you noticed he’s just watching you build a piece on your own while he guides you cutely.

The floor is full of legos, and your boyfriend is lying on the floor, leaning on his arm while watching you. Something is up you thought.

“How about we go somewhere quiet and peaceful this weekend? Do you like that?” You feel his nose near your ear, which gave you goosebumps and in a matter of seconds his arms are wrapped around you and you’re in between his long legs. “I might be gone for a couple of weeks,”

“What? Again?” You said with a pout, playing with his slender fingers, intertwined them with yours. “Can I go with you this time? Can I watch you race?”

“No definitely not” he said with a loving voice, embracing you tightly from behind and spreading kisses on your neck until his very kisses tickles you.

Of course Taeyong won’t risk exposing you to his enemies, you might get in danger because of him and he will not forgive himself if that happens. He just secretly hopes that you trust him with how he protects you. This is the best he can do for now.

“We don’t have to go somewhere far. We can stay in, order take out and watch movies. We can do the simplest things Tae, as long as we’re together”

And there you just watch him admire you closely, soothing your hand and he probably feels bad because he knew you deserve more than stay ins, take outs and movie nights in his bedroom… but he can’t step up because he’s being cautious. And ever since you and Taeyong started dating, he has been breaking every promise he says to you and you just let him make another one only to see him break it again, even before he tries to fulfill it first. But what can you do? You love him.

That was the last peaceful time you shared together. You remember it so clearly. He was talking about how he wanted to keep you by his side forever, how he loves you so much and how you make him happy.

“I’m sure of us Y/n. I’m really not kidding. I’m gonna marry you someday, build a home and have many kids so we could be busy together. Forever” he says while holding your hand, watching your eyelids grew heavy in front of him. You can’t believe you just wasted a beautiful day inside his place and you two are now ready to sleep once again in his bed. Together.

“Someday, I’ll forget about racing just give me a few more months—“

“I love that you race. You’re not Taeyong if you don’t race. I’ll be fine,” you smilef weakly, fighting your sleepy eyes. “Don’t give up something you love, I can support you while you’re at it”

And then you don’t know what he said next because you fell asleep in his arms. But after a few days, the unexpected breakup happened and it both changed your lives ever since that night.

Now you share that familiar silence again with Taeyong, just like those times when you’re building Legos at his living room. But now that silence is uncomfortable, it’s deafening and you want it to stop this instance.

“Do you love him? Because I’m here to bring you back Y/n”

Those words ring in your ears over and over again. You stand there like a statue as Taeyong expresses how much he missed you. How desperate he is to bring you back and how desperate he is to hear that you don’t love Jaehyun. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he didn’t plan to beg for you today. But the fact that this is the first time Jaehyun has won over him, he simply cannot let it pass and he has to win you again.

“I will leave racing. I don’t care, I don’t want that life anymore. I want us. Let’s live somewhere far away from this place, get married, start a family—“

“I do love Jaehyun” you said with a shaky voice, Taeyong on the other hand is weak and he almost fell on his knees, “He left racing for me. He didn’t keep me out from his world Tae, while you became even more greedy with speed. Every race you finish, you’re faster than ever-“

“People want me dead Y/n! In every race I have my enemies curse me because every time I win, I take their money— I want to be faster because I want every race to finish as soon as possible so I can come home to you. That’s the fucking truth!”

Suddenly you remember those times when Taeyong came straight to your house while his car was overheating. There’s this one time, when he needed to go to the hospital but he went straight to you. “Jaehyun didn’t stopped racing because of you. He didn’t have a choice because I took away his team and his shop. He lost a bet” he added.

Now that Taeyong is completely frustrated, he wanted to step back once again and think of a better solution on winning you back. But it just came out from his mouth…

“I’ll give everything he owns, just come back to me”

And with all sincereness and bravery, Taeyong came closer to you and apologized for the heated conversation. He initiated the hug and melt in his arms right then and there. “You don’t have to decide now, but I’m serious”

This time you returned the hug and savored the moment. Oh you missed him.

“How are you, you asked?” He let out a fake giggle, “I’m lost Y/n. I really am” he said and placed a kiss on your temple, which you accepted whole heartedly. “You should go back inside, I’m sorry. I really am— call me when you’re ready. I’ll pick you up right away, just like old times”

And as you watch Taeyong get in his car and drive away, you still say a little prayer that he drives safely and hope that you will see him soon again.

It’s clear as the day. You are now confused with your feelings and you still love Taeyong.

When you get back to your place, Jaehyun was waiting for you in living room, still figuring out what to say but he wanted to talk and well… make sure that he still has you. But the thing is, Jaehyun loves you so much that he’s very understanding with the situation you’re in. He gets it. You still have loose ends with Taeyong and in the process of healing he forced his way into your life. And that breaks Jaehyun’s heart. It was his fault after all.

“Hey I didn’t hear you come in,” he was startled when he saw you pouring a glass of water for yourself. Jaehyun can’t even be close to you, he was standing so far from you and you noticed it immediately.

It’s for the better, you thought. And Jaehyun got the message. He wanted to talk about it, but he didn’t want to stress you more. The frustration in his face was there even though he is trying so hard not to show you. You saw him shook his head like he’s accepting defeat. But if you continue doing this to Jaehyun, you will continue to hurt him.

But you don’t know if this space that you’re asking for him is for your healing…. Or a good time to make your way back to Taeyong.

“I love you. Y/n. I uhm— I’m here, always remember that”

He knew how to respect your feelings even though you’re sure about nothing at the moment. But he can see it in your eyes that you’re back to square one, your sad eyes were back and he hates it even more now that he’s one of the causes for your sadness.

So he left. Not because he didn’t love you.

Little did he know that you’re just doing this just so you can help him get his old life back. You knew he loved racing, the shop his dad bought for him, and his friends that he misses so much. They were his family and he lost them because he lost a race. A stupid bet.

But just as you thought that Jaehyun will leave Taeyong alone, he drove straight to Taeyong’s place, the lion’s den to negotiate. Of course he was mad, he didn’t know about the deal you and Taeyong have. But one thing is for sure, Taeyong will take the lead again.

“Let’s race it out. One on one race!” Jaehyun exclaims towards Taeyong.

“You’re sure is brave. Tell me Jaehyun, have you ever won against me?”

“It’s the risk I’m willing to take— we were fine! Our lives were peaceful! She was getting better! Do you have any idea how much shit you out here through? She was crying herself to sleep, and I was the one with her not you!”

Taeyong felt jealous, but most importantly, he didn’t know that you were hurting as much as he is. “Thank you Jaehyun, I think I’ll take it from here” Taeyong continuously speaks with pride, “Race it out, you say? Call. Tomorrow night”

And just like that Jaehyun was back to his old self again. He spent the whole night trying so hard to strategize and think of all kinds of shit just to beat Taeyong. But all that driving, all that thinking, just leads him to remembering how your lips felt on his skin, how you smile brights up his whole, how you cheer him up whenever he’s having a hard day from work, even the way how you hold him while you’re making love. He wants to win this race so bad that all he could ever think about is you.

Until he stops driving and he didn’t noticed that he was driving towards one the many places that you two have marked as your happy place.

The hidden river where you and Jaehyun had so many memories. It was a long drive before you get to this place, a real pain in the head for racers because the road wasn’t that easy. But it was easy for Jaehyun because of you.

“This is where we started dreaming together Y/n”

Months ago

“It will be freezing, but it’s gonna be worth it” he smiled his dimpled smile as he strips in front of you, excited to get in the water. You on the other hand, is having second thoughts. “You promise we’ll do it together—“

“Alright, alright— I’m coming! Can you please turn around while I remove my clothes,”

“I’ve seen everything… but yeah of course” Jaehyun laughed before he turns around while you strip. Slowly you get in the water and walk towards Jaehyun, it was dark and only the moonlight was the one guiding you towards him. But Jaehyun being the gentleman that he is, walked backwards and reach for your hand.

“Okay you can look now,” you thanked him for holding you, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before he taps your leg and Jaehyun lifting your body underneath the river. He walked in the middle of the river, directly to the moonlight and looked at you lovingly.

“Can we stay like this forever? Be my forever only?” He asked sweetly.

“I’m making improvements, don’t overdo it” you happily admitted, “I’ll stay forever if you never leave of course. Don’t be like—“

“I get it,” he kissed your neck, stopping you from mentioning your ex. “Just wait until I can buy my own place again and get back to business. I’ll make you the happiest— I decided to sell my car for our fresh start…”

“What? You love your car,” you looked at him, so confused.

“If I sell it I can start a new business and buy a new shop. Then I can buy a new place and you can live with me” Jaehyun says, his eyes were full of dreams and you can see that he’s happy with his own decisions. But…

“Can’t you achieve this dream without selling your car? I can lend you money, I can live with you in your small place…” And while you were talking you don’t know why he was smiling from ear to ear…. “What?” You asked.

“You just told me you love me without even saying the actual words,” he was blushing. Ears read and his body was becoming warm. Warmer.

“Told you. Improvements” you smiled and kissed him. Arms perfectly around his neck, lips so soft, his soft moans that makes you crazy that you didn’t noticed you were grinding on him.

When it’s finally time to go home, it was so cold but Jaehyun made you wear his jacket to keep you warm. It was also the first time he was holding your hand the whole trip back. Kissing it from time to time, occasionally blow on it just to keep you warm. And when you arrived at his small place, you cant take your hands off of each other.

It was definitely a sweet night but still playful. You don’t know what’s gotten into you and but you just wanted to shower Jaehyun with attention that you got on you knees and started giving him a blow job. He looked hot the whole time. His legs spread while he sits at the edge of his small bed. Left hand on your head, guiding you suck while his right hand is supporting him. Jaehyun was so turned on that his mouth was parting and he’s hard as a wood. “Y/n,” he moans your name deliciously over and over again. And when he was about to cum, he removed his cock from your mouth and caught your lips with his, letting his cum paint hi skin instead of filling your mouth.

You sat on his lap and started stroking him again, grinding on his cock and covering it with your juices. He was getting shy for no reason, but he can see what you want to happen tonight. You wanted to take charge for a change, he smiled at you and lie on his bed. Reaching for hand and pulling you towards his body, “okay, I know what you’re doing” he says, you just smiled. “I’m yours” he smiled sweetly and completely surrendered to you. Feeling your hands roam around his body, and when you line his cock on your entrance to put in slowly, your eyes went big when Jaehyun let out the loudest moan and you just had to cover his mouth will you continue to push it in.

“You have neighbors” you giggle and placed a kiss on his lips when you finally released his mouth. But he didn’t stopped kissing you as if he was saying, ‘kiss me while you fuck me.’ You moved your hips up and down and feel him melt, your hand plays with nipples softly, which gives him a good shiver. His both hands are kneading your boobs, gently like how you touch him.

“Oh fuck—“ he hissed when you clenched around him while you move slowly and feeling every inch of his cock. And when you moved faster, he completely lost it, he was watching you move up and dow and your boobs in front of his eyes. The look on Jaehyun’s face while he was watching you fuck hin was something you don’t see everyday or anytime you had sex. It was lust but with the mix of admiration, he was smiling but truth is he was really sensitive. Oh just by looking at him you can catch your high and make yourself cum but this is not about you.

“How do you feel now?” You teased him from going fast to moving oh so slow again while leaning towards him.

“No don’t do this—“ he smiled weakly, clearly he was tired and he wanted to cum. ‘okay’ you said softly and made him hold onto to your waist. You moved faster again and clenched the whole time, making Jaehyun cum in less than a minute. “It feels good to cum inside you,” he says, pulling you towards him again and making you comfortable on top of him. You feel his cock soften inside you, and when he pulled it out it cum drips from your hole slowly, staining your skin, his skin and his sheets.

“I love you” he whispers and you hear him soft and clear.

Present time

It didn’t took him a while to answer his phone of course. You knew he just finished work and he should be heading home by now.

“Hi. Glad you called. Is there something wrong?” He asked with a worried tone but he was really excited to hear from you.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” you said and with that Jaehyun projected a very huge smile. Maybe this is a great time to ask you to eat dinner he thought. “How about you? Are you doing good?” You added.

“I miss you everyday. Can I see you tonight? I can cook— what do you want for dinner?” Jaehyun offers excitedly.

But you were quiet.

“Sounds good and tempting. But I guess, not tonight Jae. Anyway, I’m glad you’re okay. Please make yourself a yummy dinner,”

And just like that his hopes crashed down again and he knew something is wrong but he wanted to stay patient and win you back for tonight’s race.

“Was that Jaehyun?” Taeyong asks, crossing his arms in front of you. Overflowing with jealousy.

“You came uninvited again— the turn of events was only yesterday—“ you were still so speechless and you didn’t want to talk to him.

“Watch me race. Tonight” Taeyong bravely said to you. “Though this is gonna be the last race I’ll accept, I just don’t want hiding anything from you”

If you’re being honest, you didn’t want to go out tonight, let alone watch him race.

“I’m racing against Jaehyun” Taeyong blurted out. “If he wins tonight. I promise you’ll never see me again and I’ll give Jaehyun everything he owns”

“And if you win?” You were quick to ask.

“I’ll still give Jaehyun everything he owns but he will let me pursue you. Of course Y/n were giving you a choice. You have feelings for the both of us and the end of the day, you still have to choose if you want to come to me or not. I don’t want to force you” he stepped closer to you to try and make you calm, he was warm and you miss his touch.

Come to think of it, this is your chance to give Jaehyun a better life. He can go back to business, see his friends again and you can all make it possible.

At the end of the day, you came to the race with Taeyong. There was no proud moment and all Taeyong felt was jealousy and worry. Jealous because he can see right through you that it’s Jaehyun you love and he was worried because what if he wind tonight but you still end up hating him.

“I don’t hate you Tae,” you said, shocking him as if you can read his mind. “I want you to drive safe, okay?” You said and got out of his car, there, Jaehyun saw you from afar. He bolted towards you and was quick to reach for your hand. He was quite aggressive and his touch was hurting you.

“You made a deal with him, didn’t you?!” Jaehyun shouted at you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“She was just thinking about you—“ Taeyong tried to free you from Jaehyun’s tight grip. It was hurting you and the whole time you were looking at him you were in tears.

“I’m here trying to win you but you’ve already given up on me— is this what love means to you?!” when Jaehyun finally let go of you, he was so mad and went straight to his car to get ready for the race.

Taeyong left shortly but he made sure you’re okay and you’ve calm down. He gave you his jacket and promised to come back safety, as always. “You have to understand Jaehyun” he said. Then you remembered, the night you and Taeyong broke up. He got mad because you can be a possible bet, and now that you’re the actual prize for tonight’s one on one race, you can only imagine his frustration.

“Can you tell him to drive safe?” You asked Taeyong, of course he answered back.

When the race was about to start, Jaehyun was crazy mad and Taeyong was honestly worried if he can drive safe.

“Jeong. Y/n said, drive safe”

But Jaehyun didn’t even looked at him.

As soon as the go signal went off, Jaehyun was the one leading. Everyone were in their smart phones, going live after live after live just so everyone can watch Jaehyun and Taeyong’s race. There were a lot of people, and to be honest they didn’t know what this race is all about. All they know is that this race is becoming more intense as every second lasts.

“Jaehyun is leading!” Mark exclaimed to everyone, little did he know, this was Taeyong’s new technique. He was being patient with the race, and Jaehyun isn’t.

After a few nerve wracking minutes, Taeyong was suddenly leading.

While on the road, and while Taeyong was driving and thinking about how he can pull of this new strategy. He noticed that Jaehyun’s car was so near to his that it was scratching Taeyong’s Porsche. Neither of them didn’t care about how beautiful Taeyong’s car is or how expensive it was, but they both know that car bumping is against the rules and can lead to a major accident.

***please skip if uncomfortable *****

“Are you out of your mind, Jeong?!” Taeyong shouted from the inside of his car. He was still leading but the road was getting too dangerous and Jaehyun kept bumping him like he wants Taeyong to drop from the race.

Second by second, Jaehyun’s bumps were becoming harder ans harder which made Taeyong scared for the both of them.

He didn’t have a choice but to slow down eventually, and stop his car.

But Jaehyun lost control and had a taste of his own medicine.

Taeyong witnessed Jaehyun’s car crashed right in front of his eyes and he was quick to call for help and try to save Jaehyun on his own.

You on the other hand, is now worried sick when you saw ambulance, rescue team and the police arriving.

“Y/n! We have to go!” Mark was the one in charge for your safety tonight but you cant help and be worried for both Taeyong and Jaehyun. “We’ll go straight to the hospital. Don’t worry,”

Everything happened so fast. You were shaking and worried sick, you don’t know how to calm down.

Three days after

You wanted to take care of him because you were guilty. You continue to blame yourself for what happened to Jaehyun even though it was his choice to be unfair during the race.

Taeyong was nice enough to take care of him too. He just let you do what you want, watch you take care of Jaehyun even though it hurts him too. Seeing you like this is like everyday torture for him but he wanted to take care of you.

Weeks passed by and finally Jaehyun woke up from his long sleep.

You weren’t there when he opened his eyes.

He was alone.

When you and Taeyong heard the news from his doctors, you were so happy that your knees gave up on you but Taeyong was there to catch you.

You and Taeyong left the moment you heard that Jaehyun is fine.

This is for the better, you said to yourself.

After three years of building a relationship with Taeyong again, there was no doubt that he loves you so much and that he has proven to you everyday that he really didn’t mean to break up with you during the past. But now that you and Taeyong are living peacefully in LA now, that doesn’t mean that the race between Jaehyun and Taeyong is over.

Taeyong was understanding whenever you push him away and secretly miss Jaehyun.

Jaehyun was patient for your return.

“Tae” you moan his name and grip the sheets while Taeyong continues to kiss your thighs and tease your wet sex. He was so happy that he get to do this with you for he was having a hard time luring you to make love with him ever since you got back together.

Sure there are some moments you had sex, but the span of three years of being together, he can only count the nights you’ve shared beautifully. It’s not that he wasn’t thankful for the relationship, he just wishes that you two can go back to how you used to be before the breakup.

“Don’t fight it, aren’t you enjoying?” Taeyong grinds on top of you thrusting while kissing lovingly. Raising your hands above your head so you could stop scratching his back.

Don’t get me wrong, you love what he was doing and he feels so good inside you that you’re already near your orgasm. Of course Taeyong felt it so he was quick to catch your excitement so you could cum together, but all you can do is whine and beg him to stop.

He stopped of course.

His cock was deep inside you but he didn’t hesitate to pull out and stop. He covered you with clean blankets and you watch him wear his sleeping clothes again. It was heartbreaking.

“Tae, I’m sorry… I’m just not in the mood— stay in bed. We can try again if you want, just give me a few minutes”

He just turned around and handed you your sleeping clothes and gave you a good night kiss before he got out of your shared room.

He would rather sleep in the couch again than hear you call Jaehyun in your dreams. “When will you love me again,” he sighed and closed his eyes. He was so frustrated that he didn’t noticed you standing quietly beside him until you scoot over and forces him to hug you.

Of course he couldn’t stay disappointed with you forever.

“Good thing I bought a huge couch” he joked and kept you close, “aren’t you cold?” He was referring to the clothes you’re wearing.

“I am and that’s why I’m here” hugged him tighter, he rolled his eyes but kissed you on the lips.

“Just tell me if you’re having a hard time already. You know I can handle the truth— but as long as you return my kisses and you show me affection, forgive me Y/n but I will continue to love you”

“I understand,” you raked away his hair from his face before going on top of him, he stopped you from removing your top and pulled you closer to him.

“I just want to hold you close tonight. We haven’t done it in a while”

But the real reason was, Taeyong was scared that maybe this is going to be the last time he can hold you close like this.

The following months were sweeter and better you two noticed. You’ve been having better conversations, quality time and better sex. Life has been so good lately that you see Taeyong’s eyes full of happiness and excitement. And you’re happy it’s all because of you.

And honestly he wished he could say the same thing to you. Now that he had his chance, now that you’re here with him, he just can’t make you happy like how he used to anymore. It’s enough that he tried, and honestly letting you go would be the best decision he can do to you.

The last act of love Taeyong could offer to you.

By the time that you and Taeyong officially separated, you went home and looked for Jaehyun. The last time you saw you him was years ago already, he was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed and now he’s back to being himself. Fixing cars for people. He has long hair now, and he looked healthy.

Of course you didn’t approached him and only watched him from a far. Come to think of it, you became strangers even before you could start your love story properly. The fact that he got into an accident because of you is cruel enough and you can’t let yourself ruin his life again. At least now, he has a peaceful life.

And when you turned around to leave, you feel someone grab your arm and called your name.

“I’ve been waiting for you, please don’t leave” Jaehyun says, begging.

And in that quiet, beautiful afternoon Jaehyun hugged you tight, like he’s never going to let go of you because that’s exactly what he’s gonna do. “It wasn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself anymore— I didn’t get the chance to say sorry to you and Taeyong,”

“It’s all in the past Jaehyun. I’m sorry too” you said to him, raking his long and admiring him under this perfect shade of orange from the sun.

“It’s not going to be easy, but I want us to start again,” he bravely said to you. Of course that’s what you wanted, but just as he mentioned it’s not going to be easy. But you can start with forgiveness. Forgiveness for the both of you, and to fave the future happiness.

You and Jaehyun went to back to square one. Building a life together, finally he bought a new place for you and him. Achieving one of his dreams. No one was rushing, you two made sure to give yourselves time and enough space for your own growth. And if you’re being honest, you like it this way. You can clearly see that love is there, that love is present in your lives. Of course you’ve been through this stage in the past, but this time it’s really different. You your firsts again together. First date, first ‘i love yous’, first time making love and most importantly… first time talking about marriage. And soon Jaehyun asked you to marry you.

“Kids. How about kids, you love kids” you asked him as you adore his wet hair and handsome face. The moon shines beautifully as always in this place, your favorite place with Jaehyun. Your river.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” He teased, “2. I’d love two kids” he smiled and started kissing your neck, “want to make one tonight?”

“Love to” you said with no hesitation.

The end.

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Again, I’m sorry if I disappoint you with my writing. It’s been sooo long. I’m just doing this because I’m stressed all the time and this platform has always been my safe space. So I thank you dearly, if you continue to read my stories, may it new ones or old ones.

Reblogs or comments are always appreciated 💚 thank you! I hope you stay for more.

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smokescreenimusprime · 6 months

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I am absolutely in love with the Ghost of Darkmount au. It's both so funny and intresting.

So, my thoughts are, what would the autobots's reaction be after they found out the truth? You know, Ratchet obviously finds out first, but it can't be far behind before the rest does too. What are their thoughts, emotions, on the whole thing? Will they be angry at Smokescreen? Will they understand the reason he did it all?

And Smokey himself! I imagine wearing the phase shifter could have some serious side effects, especially now that it's damaged. Imagine him forgetting he's not a 'ghost' anymore and walking into walls or other solid objects constantly lmao

well >:3

Ratchet is absolutely floored by this, but admittedly doesn't have much time to process it in the rush of Hey The Final Battle Is Happening Right Fragging Now And We Don't Have Time To Spare. He makes it VERY clear that they WILL be talking about this later on, no ifs ands or buts, but he does put it on the back burner so they can actually get this plan through

the Autobots also have it pretty rough in terms of reveal since it's just. Right in the middle of them invading the Nemesis

but then when everything calms down........ then things get interesting :3

the emotions everyone feels are definitely complicated to say the very least of it. They're happy Smokescreen's alive! Don't get me wrong there!!! But there's also a BUNCH more they're feeling, especially after the immediate relief fades. You're right in how there's some anger at the secret keeping and tricks, but there's also a little bit of pride at what Smokescreen managed to accomplish, some mild discomfort that the kid did this by himself

However, most of all is...... concern honestly

after all, Smokescreen had been undercover for a long time, and the Autobots aren't blind to the differences, which nicely segues into the other point you brought up :)

Ratchet ends up dragging Smokescreen off to the side to remove the Phase Shifter as soon as he can, and he immediately gives him a check up that...... admittedly doesn't come out super great. Smokescreen hadn't gotten out of the collapsing base completely unscathed, not to mention all the grime and dirt that's been sticking to him for what could possibly be months now

and Smokescreen does have some..... habits

there is as you've mentioned Smokescreen forgetting he's not intangible anymore, and there have been more than a few instances of him walking or even running full speed into objects, walls or even other bots. He's a pretty frequent visitor to the medbay, and it gets bad enough that he starts carrying around a medkit

He's a weird mix of quiet and chatty. He's VERY socially starved and talks with the others whenever he can, but there are also times he forgets that people can see and touch him. The number of times he's been startled by people calling out to him or touching him when he didn't initiate it is more than he can count. There have also been times where he's just....... silently watched the other Autobots talking with a look that could only be described as longing, as if he's forgotten he's allowed to join in

he has an........ interesting relationship with the vehicons and Knockout. It's very tense and awkward, and honestly they're still largely terrified of him because of the months of Spooks. Now, Smokescreen doesn't regret what he did, not by a longshot...... but it does hurt a little bit whenever they whisper about him or flinch when they see him. It's especially bad with Knockout because of all Smokescreen's trips to the medbay

it takes Smokescreen a long time before he refuels with everyone else and recharges in a regular berth. Those habits were among the hardest for him to break. After so long of breaking into storage rooms to steal small portions so he wouldn't get caught and catching quick naps while being paranoid of falling through the airship, it's....... really difficult to adjust

to the Autobots, it's clear that he isn't the same bot as when they last saw him, and it's going to take time before he finds his "normal" again, but they do what they can to act as a support so he knows he doesn't have to be alone

#ghost of darkmount #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp ratchet #ratchet #autobots #tfp knockout #knockout #decepticons #kd answers #domincja

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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❛❛ In which; Dottore as a streamer... ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ I'll have to admit, this character is quite... alluring.❜❜

Pairing(s): Streamer!Dottore x (kinda) Game-Character!GN!Reader (Mordern AU)

Genre/Format: N/A (headcanons)

Warning(s): wrote this at 6am without thinking straight so possible grammar mistakes and sentences that don't make sense

Notes: There really isn't much of x Reader here, sadly :( I might write more of this in the future but idk

I know i have requests to do but this idea came out of nowhere and it was too tempting to not write something for it— I've only written headcanon once so this is short. I have no idea if I'm doing this right 💀

Let's be real, this guy would probably stream live torture on the darkest part of the internet

BUT, let's just pretend in this AU he's not an evil doctor man <3

He is a tired university student who majors in biology and thrives to earn a position in the medical field

And that means becoming a coffee addict and endless nights of staying up late to study

Sleeping? What's that?

I can see him being so focused on his studies to the point where he doesn't interact with the internet much

If someone showed him a popular meme he wouldn't understand

Boomer

Due to how busy he is, he doesn't have the time to find a job

He lives off of the money his parents send him every month lol

That was until someone introduced him to the wonders of the internet…

One of his friends—Childe, told him something about a streaming platform and he should go check it out

And that night when he got home, he pulled his laptop out and searched for it

He also learnt that people can earn money streaming whatever

For instance, most of the people streams "let's plays"

He scrolled down a little and he found people streaming… questionable things, and he was baffled they get paid for it

So that means, he could stream anything he wants and he'd earn money from it, as long as he has a certain amount of viewers

Say less

And an account was made

This basically becomes his part-time job now

He usually streams to tutor struggling students and you best believe they were very thankful

He'll sometime do "study with me" streams too

As he takes his fifteen minutes breaks from studying, he'd talk to his viewers

And when I tell you this man has the driest humor ever—

That's what got his channel to grow

Viewers would clip his dry ass jokes and post them onto other social media platforms, which caused his view counts to blow up

As he got more and more popular, his viewers would beg him to do gaming streams

With how dry his humor is, they thought his commentary would be gold…

And they're absolutely correct, they get to see a different side of him too

Surgeon simulator is the very first game he was introduced to by his fans, to get him interested in gaming

Man's cursing every time when he accidentally drops something

"Now, we put this lung over— Shit."

Cue chat spamming the Kek emote

It's been months since he started to stream and things are going pretty well for him

He comes back home from his lectures today to find his Discord server is filled with loads of fans telling him to check a game out, mostly because of a certain character

The general chat is flooded with hundreds, and I mean hundreds of pictures of them

And Lo and Behold

It is you

The moment he first has his eyes on you, his jaw drops

God DAMN YOU LOOK FINE AS HELL

Not to mention that harness you have on you—

Ahem

Anyways

He doesn't even know who you are or what game you're from

But man he's head over heels for you already

The next time he starts his stream, the first thing he says is:

"Everyone was going crazy on Discord yesterday about a game character. And now my question is…

"Who are they and which game are they from?"

Babygirl took his first step into the world of simping <3

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

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suhnshinehaos · 1 year

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treacherous : act two, part eight (2/2)

...a spin-off to crush culture ! synopsis : after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does. pairing : liu yangyang x gn!reader genre/s : university au, student council + band au, fluff, angst, humor

act one, part eight : campus lights wc : 1.2k

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yangyang ends the call, but you keep your eyes closed. you’ve developed a mantra of some sorts : inhale, count to three, exhale. rinse and repeat until you somehow manage to get your heart rate down.

but you hear it in the distance. the crowd’s cheers. the music blasting from the speakers. you expected the huge crowd; along with the homecoming festival, ncit’s campus lights is one of the university’s most popular traditions. being asked to perform, let alone headline, is an honor that only a select portion of the student body would actually experience.

maybe that’s where the pressure is coming from. or perhaps it was just the fact that you made the idiotic decision of going through twitter backstage.

[ we all know why dv hasn’t performed in so long ]

[ if the performance crashes and burns let’s just blame gy ]

[ dv are probably so out of practice for performing live ]

the words drill into your brain, one after the other. but you attempt to keep your breathing even, to keep your counting consistent. your fists clench and unclench themselves, taking a few more seconds to yourself.

you know you can’t stay away forever; you’d eventually have to go on stage to perform. you can’t let dejun, mark, and hendery down. they’ve been nothing but understanding and supportive of your hesitance to perform live, it’s time to repay the favor. you can’t let the student council down. they’ve placed so much trust in the band for asking them to perform on the one of the university’s biggest events.

you can’t let yangyang down, especially when he’s believed in you all this time. well, at least since he’s decided that he wanted to be your friend and meant it.

your eyes flutter open, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards into a ghost of a smile. how is he actually going to stall?

regardless, you couldn’t let him carry that burden alone. there’s only so many jokes and stories he can tell with shotaro and the crowd playing along. you take one final sharp intake of breath, shake off the nervousness that lingered in your limbs, and make your way backstage.

the first thing you see is your bandmates waiting for you, their eyes going wide when they finally catch sight of you. perhaps it’s just your imagination, but you think you see mark letting out a very heavy breath of relief.

“i’m sorry for leaving like that,” you don’t even meet their concerned gazes, eyes trained on your feet when you finally stand in front of them.

dejun smiles, gentle and reassuring, keeping his voice as soft as he can, “don’t worry about it. we knew you’d come back anyways.”

“exactly!” hendery nods enthusiastically, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “you ready?”

he shakes your shoulders lightly, forcing you to look up at him. you can’t help but chuckle, “yeah, i am.”

mark grins, handing you your jacket, “you left so quickly, you forgot to bring this. i’m surprised you didn’t freeze out there. thought i’d have to figure out how to play the bass and guitar at the same time.”

“shut up.” you roll your eyes but take the jacket nonetheless, shrugging hendery’s arm off your shoulders to put it on, “thanks.”

“you’re up next.” a stagehand approaches the four of you, letting you know that it’s almost time to take the stage.

you take a deep breath, your bandmates guiding you to wait in the wings with them. you watch as an ensemble of music majors make their way off the stage and yangyang and shotaro make their way to the middle of it.

“give it up for that wonderful quartet!” shotaro greets the crowd, the entire field of students drowining his voice in excited cheers.

yangyang places a hand over his heart, “wow. that was really heartwarming, right taro? i was actually about to cry from how beautiful that music was.”

“here, let me get that for you.” shotaro moves to wipe the non-existent tear that was rolling down yangyang’s cheek.

you join as the audience erupts in laughter. dejun nudges your side with his own, raising an eyebrow when you turn to look at him.

“don’t.” you mutter, shaking your head and bringing your attention back to the stage. for the briefest of seconds, yangyang’s eyes meet yours and you send him a quick smile, letting him know that he didn’t have to stall as much.

he nods to himself, turning to address the audience once again, “now our next act… where do i even begin with this next one?”

shotaro doesn’t miss the light pink flush that colored his friend’s cheeks, “the second we announced the date for campus lights, you guys would just not stop asking us about this particular band. lucky for us, yang over here is quite close to the members… right, yang?”

the audience erupts in cheers, knowing exactly who would be performing next. you feel your heart about to beat out of your chest.

“very lucky.” yangyang chuckles, “our next performer is one of the most talented, if not the most talented, groups in music right now. i know we’re all excited so i won’t keep you guys waiting. please, put your hands together for…”

“dejun, mark, gyeoul, and hendery… DREAMVISION!”

shotaro joins yangyang’s voice they practically scream in introducing the band, gesturing towards where the four of you were waiting by the stage. your heart skips the smallest of beats when you realize shotaro called you gyeoul in his introduction, but yangyang didn’t. he called you by your name. for the smallest of moments, your feet are glued to the ground beneath them and you can’t blame your nervousness in entirety.

yangyang and shotaro make their way the side of the stage just as the dejun, mark, and hendery make their way out.

just as you were about to follow them out, but your shoulder brushes against yangyang’s. he grabs your wrist, his touch soft and gentle.

“good luck.” he speaks lowly, in a voice just loud enough for you to hear, “if the crowd is too overwhelming, just find your way back to me. i’ll be right here.”

yangyang lets go of you, his words replaying in your mind until you reach your place.

however, it’s cut off by the crowd’s screams. the bright lights shine directly at your features and you grip at your instrument tighter. it takes a few seconds until your eyes adjust to the light and you finally see just how big the audience is.

your breath gets caught in the back of your throat, gaze frantically looking for something - anything - familiar. you find dejun sending you a reassuring smile as he grabs a hold of mic, mark sending you a thumbs up before taking a pick from his pocket, hendery giving you his brightest grin before raising his drumsticks. finally, you find yangyang in the side of the stage. he’s right next to shotaro, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

‘ you got this. ’

he mouths to you, just as hendery begins to count down, signalling the beginning of the set.

if they believed in you, everything is going to be okay.

from reese, with love <3 ohhh my yangyeoul heart sighhh thank you sm for reading! id love to know what you think of this written part hehe hope you’re all doing well and taking care :))

#🌙 — treacherous!#wayv x reader #nct x reader #yangyang x reader #wayv imagines #wayv smau #wayv fluff #wayv scenarios #wayv series #nct imagines #nct smau #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct series #yangyang imagines #yangyang fluff #yangyang smau

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cataztrophi · 6 months

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TAZ November Celebration 14: Vampire AU

This @taznovembercelebration story was brought to you by my firm belief that Angus McDonald should be able to roast every adult in the TAZ universe at least once. My card for this one was "vampire AU," so I had some fun playing around in a deeply unserious vampire space.

Kravitz first noticed the boy watching his apartment in late autumn. He always showed up a little before sundown, so Kravitz wasn’t sure if he had just started this behavior or if he was just noticing it now that the sun set before he left for his shift at the bar. He was a strange little guy, always clean and well-dressed, with big round glasses that he was constantly pushing up his nose. He kept a journal with him that he was always scribbling in, though Kravitz couldn’t guess what he was writing.

His first clue to the boy’s intentions came in early December. He had just closed and locked the door to his apartment, giving the boy an awkward little nod as usual, when he saw an older woman striding purposefully towards him.

“Angus McDonald!” she exclaimed, strained worry in her voice. “What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

Kravitz took this as his cue to be on his way. As he turned the corner he heard Angus hush the woman frantically.

“I’m investigating the vampires!” he hissed, probably a little louder than he intended. Kravitz laughed to himself on his way down the stairs. It was nice to know his gothic flair was being appreciated. It had been a while since someone had accused him of vampirism, though. Clearly the kid had a big imagination.

The next time he saw Angus, he decided to introduce himself, and maybe lay some of his fears to rest.

“Hey,” he began, “you’re Angus, right? I’m Kravitz.”

Angus eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then stuck out his hand. Kravitz took it, a little surprised by his grave professionalism as Angus shook his hand with a carefully-calculated amount of eye contact.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Listen, Angus, I just wanted to let you know, while I might enjoy borrowing some vampire aesthetics, I’m not actually-”

“I’m ten years old, sir,” Angus said, with barely-concealed irritation. “I know what goths are.”

“I- oh.” Kravitz did not spend enough time with kids to know how to handle this.

“And you’re not the one I was talking about, sir. It’s them.” Angus inclined his head towards the apartment next to Kravitz’s with a wary expression on his face.

Kravitz frowned. “Them? Well, I haven’t seen them around much since they moved in, but it seems a little extreme to jump to conclusions like that.”

Angus shook his head. “But I’m not jumping to conclusions, sir. This is the result of months of careful reconnaissance. Let me review the evidence.” He flipped open his notebook. “First, they never come out during the day. I’ve tracked this very carefully since August and they have never left their apartment before sundown. They even moved in at night.”

Kravitz thought about it. That was unusual, and certainly explained why he didn’t hear them moving in. But still, vampires?

“Lots of people have jobs they go to overnight,” Kravitz offered. “Like me, for instance. Maybe they have jobs like that.”

Angus gave him a pitying look as though Kravitz had just tried to explain that two plus two equals six. “That may be true, but even people who work a night shift come out during the day sometimes. It’s unavoidable since our society is set up with the assumption that people are diurnal. People who mostly come out at night may be common enough, but people who only come out at night have a reason to avoid the day.”

“Okay, you may be right there, but vampires? It still seems like a bit of a leap.”

“I have more evidence, sir!”

“Of course you do.”

Angus flipped to another page in his notebook and scanned it for a moment. “When they moved in, they had two large boxes with them that were just over six feet long. By my estimation, these boxes were exactly the right dimensions for a pair of coffins or caskets. I also examined the floor outside their apartment that night and found traces of dark, sandy soil, which doesn’t match the soil in the complex. It’s my belief that this was grave dirt that fell from their coffins during the move. Furthermore, if you look up at their windows from the courtyard, it appears that they’ve covered them in black plastic or a similar light-blocking material.”

In the midst of this head-spinning rundown, Kravitz found the time to wonder how often Angus looked through apartment windows from the courtyard, and reminded himself to close the curtains during his next impromptu lip-syncing session.

“I have other tests I’d like to run,” Angus continued, “but they would require more direct contact with the subjects, and I’m understandably a bit wary.”

Kravitz stared down at him. “That’s certainly…something…. But what would you do even if you did find out they were vampires? Try to stake them?” He might have to warn his neighbors to be on the lookout for a kid running around with a wooden stake and a crucifix, although he figured Angus wasn’t likely to follow through on such a plan.

Angus shook his head emphatically. “No, sir! As far as I can tell, they don’t seem to be a danger to the community, and I think vampires, if they do exist, have just as much of a right to live as anybody.”

“So why bother investigating at all?”

“To get to the truth!” He said this like it was entirely obvious. “Besides, if vampires exist, think about the implications! We might be surrounded by all sorts of fantastical beings and phenomena that we just don’t know how to look for yet! Wouldn’t you like to know if that was the case?”

Kravitz had to hand it to him, the kid was convincing. “You know, Angus, I suppose I would. Tell you what. I’ll keep an eye out, and let you know if I see anything strange. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

Angus extended a hand again and Kravitz shook it, bemused. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some cross-referencing to do.” He turned and started back towards his own apartment, leaving Kravitz feeling like he was somehow Angus’s sidekick now.

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Saturdays were some of the worst nights at the bar, and this one was no different. It was nearly four a.m. before Kravitz dragged himself back to his apartment building, and he couldn’t face the stairs to the fourth floor. Instead he waited for the elevator and slumped against the railing when it arrived. The doors were just sliding shut when he heard someone shout to hold the elevator. He lunged for them, just managing to get his hand between them before they closed completely.

The doors slid open, revealing one of the most beautiful people Kravitz had ever seen. He had long blond hair tied back in a thick braid and eyes sparkling with mischief and ringed with glittery silver eyeliner. He was wearing an incredibly fluffy-looking knitted sweater and holographic platform boots, plus at least three separate statement necklaces. His earrings were made of bubblegum pink plastic and shaped like deer skulls.

“Thanks, my man,” he said as he stepped into the elevator. “Cha’boy was not going to do those stairs tonight.” He grinned, revealing a gap between his front teeth, and Kravitz felt his face heat up instantly.

“No problem,” Kravitz managed to get out, having already turned off the part of his brain responsible for socializing when he left the bar. “What floor?”

“Fourth. Oh! You too, huh?”

Kravitz nodded. He didn’t think he’d seen the man before, but that was hardly surprising considering the hours he kept with work. He’d certainly like to see more of him, if at all possible.

“Fellow night owl?” he asked, hoping he could somehow turn the conversation in the direction of their respective activities, and then activities they could do together, and then a date and time they could plan for those activities.

The man smiled again, softer this time. “You could say that. I’m Taako.” He extended a hand heavily adorned with costume rings.

Kravitz took it with an answering smile. He was surprised to find that Taako’s hand was even colder than his own.

“You’re freezing,” he noted. “Are you alright?”

Taako wrinkled his nose. “Poor circulation. Maybe you could help with that, handsome.” He winked, and Kravitz felt his knees turn to jello.

“They say exercise can help,” he said, still feeling out the space a little.

“Ooh, I’d love to get your heart racing.” He looked Kravitz over, clearly taking his time, and it suddenly felt incredibly warm in the elevator.

“I think you already did,” Kravitz said, truthfully. Nothing wrong with his circulation, that was sure.

Taako laughed, sounding genuinely delighted, and Kravitz’s heart leapt. “I’m sure we could think of some other things that would work, too.”

The elevator dinged before Kravitz could reply, and they both stepped out onto the fourth floor.

“This one's mine,” Kravitz said ruefully, gesturing towards his door.

“What a coincidence. Looks like you’re right next door.” Taako took out a key ring that was more novelty keychains than actual keys and unlocked the door to Angus’s suspected vampire nest.

Kravitz couldn’t help but laugh. He couldn't imagine anyone who looked less like a vampire than this sunny, freckled blond, even if he was almost supernaturally pretty.

“Well, now that we've met I can report your vampire status back to my superiors,” he quipped, realizing the moment he said it that Taako didn't have any of the context needed to make that not sound insane. A moment after that, he realized that, in the absence of proper context, Taako had apparently assumed that he was saying something awful. Taako’s inviting smile disappeared so quickly it seemed like he'd flipped a switch, and his eyes grew dark and flat. Before Kravitz could explain, or apologize, or really think, Taako’s hand closed around his shirt collar and he was being pulled into Taako’s darkened apartment.

Unable to clearly reconstruct the sequence of events that led to this moment, Kravitz found himself pinned against the back of the door, with Taako pressing one hand over his mouth and the other on the center of his chest. It didn’t hurt, per se, but there was enough pressure behind it to indicate that it could hurt, if Taako felt like it. Kravitz was having a lot of mixed and quite frankly contradictory feelings about this turn of events.

“Listen.” Taako's voice was quiet and carefully measured. “I'm not going to hurt you.” Kravitz found this hard to believe. It would be just his luck if his hot new neighbor turned out to be a serial killer or something. “I know you're not just going to stake us, cause then you wouldn't have said anything. So tell me who you're working for, and what you know, and then we can talk about a deal.”

Taako’s eyes looked strangely reflective in the dim candlelight of his apartment, almost like a cat's eyes. And was Kravitz seeing things, or did his teeth look longer and sharper than before?

No fucking way. If Angus had been right Kravitz was going to throw himself into the sea.

“I'm going to uncover your mouth, okay?” Kravitz nodded, as much as he could with Taako’s hand pressed against his face. In other circumstances he would have been enjoying this. Honestly, part of him was enjoying this, which probably said something about his self-preservation instincts, or how long he'd been single, or both.

Taako pulled his hand back, leaving the one on his chest. “Who do you work for, and what do you know?”

Kravitz swallowed. His mouth was uncomfortably dry now. “I work for The Astral, it's a cocktail bar downtown. And I know… well, apparently a lot less than I thought I did. Speaking of which, I'd actually like to go back to something real quick?”

He began to put his hands up, but as soon as his muscles shifted Taako pushed against his chest a little harder in warning. “Are you telling me you are actually a vampire? And you think I'm… what? Some sort of vampire hunter?”

Taako’s eyes went wide. Then his shoulders slumped and he let go of Kravitz. “Son of a bitch. You didn't know shit, did you?”

Kravitz shrugged apologetically. “If it helps, I see how you would have gotten that impression.”

“Fuck!”

“Taako?” Another voice came from around the corner and a woman in a long red bathrobe who looked startlingly like Taako appeared. “Is everything-” She broke off when she saw Kravitz. “Who's this?”

“Kravitz,” he introduced himself, at the same time Taako said “Nobody.”

The woman crossed her arms. “Getting some contradictory messages here, gang.”

“I live next door,” Kravitz offered. Now that it didn’t seem like he was in immediate danger, he was taking comfort from the fact that everyone else seemed just as clueless about how to deal with this situation as he was. “I think we had kind of a misunderstanding, and well….”

The woman turned to Taako. “Does he know?”

Taako winced. “You know, Lup, funny story about that….”

Lup rolled her eyes. “You told him, didn't you?”

“I thought he already knew!”

“Taako, I swear, if we have to move again-”

“I'm not going to tell anyone, if it helps,” Kravitz said.

She rounded on him. “You’re not going to tell anyone that you’ve just discovered bloodthirsty monsters living in your apartment complex?”

Kravitz raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re making some unfair assumptions about me. I haven’t seen any evidence that you’ve been hurting people, and if you were just mindless killers I have a feeling I wouldn’t be talking right now.” Gods, he hoped he was right.

Taako and Lup exchanged a thoughtful glance. Finally Lup shrugged. “You deal with this, Koko. I’m gonna go take a bath.” She headed back towards the hallway before freezing suddenly. “In water, and maybe a bath bomb. Whoever invented the whole “bathing in blood” thing did not know how coagulation works.”

She walked off, leaving Taako and Kravitz staring at each other.

“Can I… ask you a question?” Kravitz asked hesitantly.

Taako shrugged and sat down on the arm of the faded, floral-patterned sofa behind him. “Ask away, my man.”

“Where do you get the blood?”

He laughed. “Volunteer system, baby!”

Kravitz stared at him. “Really.”

“Scout’s honor!”

“And that fits the demand? I mean, there’s enough people who’d let a vam-” He stopped himself. “Okay, yeah, saying it out loud it makes sense.”

“Welcome to 2023, my dude. Everybody’s horny for vampires.”

Kravitz was in no position to dispute this.

Taako perched, birdlike, on the arm of the sofa, that mischievous light back in his eyes. “Okay, Taako’s turn to ask a question.”

“Go ahead.”

Taako squinted at him, contemplating. “What do you get out of it? Not telling anyone, I mean.”

Kravitz’s heart skipped a beat. “Dinner?” he said, before he could talk himself out of it. There were some things you just had to do for the sake of your depressed teenage baby goth self.

Taako smirked at him and climbed down from the couch, walking towards him with a sort of feline grace that had him mesmerized. “Oh, I’d love to have you for dinner, handsome.”

He blinked. Was that a threat or a come-on? Should he be more concerned about this?

To be clear,” he added hurriedly, “this isn’t some sort of blackmail thing, where I go find Dr. Van Helsing if you won’t go out with me.” Taako laughed, and Kravitz couldn’t help but smile as well. He already loved the sound. “I’d just… I’d like to get to know you a little better. It doesn’t have to be dinner, either, if that’s an issue….”

“I don’t know, I was really looking forward to sucking you dry.” His smile was knife-sharp, and probably just as deadly, as he continued towards him.

Okay, that one had to be a come-on, right? Surely. Right? Whichever it was, Kravitz was beginning to wish he was still pinned against the wall, just to give his legs some much-needed support.

“I-”

Before he could ask for clarification Taako grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him, rough and eager, pressing him against the back of the door.

“When’s your next night off?” Taako asked when he pulled back, a little breathless. Wait, did vampires breathe? Shit. Focus up, Kravitz. He would have to ask about it later, though.

“Wednesday.” His voice was low and unsteady.

“Pick me up here at 7? You can take me dancing.”

Kravitz nodded, and a moment later he was back in the hallway. Still a little dazed, it took him longer than usual to unlock his door. One question kept circling back around in his mind, in the space between the drastic reshaping of his worldview and the agitated excitement for his upcoming date. What was he going to tell Angus?

#taz november celebration #taz balance #taako #lup #taz kravitz #taakitz #angus mcdonald #troph writes

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ohnoitsjetster · 3 months

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jesse!!! hi!! i have one very important question for you: ARE‼️YOU 🫵🏼 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS🎤⁉️

(okay now for my real question, what’s your fav hatchetfield installment?? it could be a musical or nightmare time ep or even workin’ boys if you’ve seen it :] i’m curious!! oh also if you want you can tell me about orin, i’m vaguely familiar with lsoh but it’s been a while!! so yea, free pass to talk about your lil gay sadist of a dentist <3 this was just an excuse to give you an ask so yk you can really just talk about whatever)

SOL! Hi hi hi hi !! (Sorry for the late response)

OHOHO! A dual fandom ask !! This means another long rambling post for my four most dedicated followers to read!!!! Im sorry in advance!!! this will probably be boring to everyone but me!!!!

I think my favorite might be NPMD. That one changed my brain chemistry for sure. But so did TGWDLM, I really believe that watching Show Stopping Number at the tender age of, like 11… well it just explains a lot about how i turned out ([obligatory “fuck Robert manion”]). I also frequently shake Time Bastard, Killer Track, and Abstinence Camp around in my teeth like a dog like HAUUFHGIGJHJGKKGKFGKRGJ RFRRRGJGG RRHHRHHRHH HREHHEGEGHGRGHRHHHHFFNFHFGGHF like that. But yeah at the present moment I'm being insane about NPMD. The songs are all bangers (Yes all of them) and I am in love with every character (Yes every character). High School is Killing Me is kind of my anthem right now. For no. Particular reason. Also, your honor those three nerds are all literally me and also i am in love with them and also im that fucked up dead bully but in a totally normal way.

So. Speaking of fucked up dead bullies… ‘,:]

Orin Scrivello, DDS <3 my beautiful bbg who has never done anything wrong in his life except for literally everything he did. Worst guy ever. But hey, you can’t choose who you rotate around in your brain, or how many Pinterest boards you make about it. Another instance of “he’s literally me but obviously not actually at all but I think he’s silly so that’s basically the same thing.” A tale as old as time. I don’t know how many queer awakenings one person can have but I was definitely already trans and bi when I saw Orin for the first(?*) time last year, and now, well now im the same but im more pretentious about it and I own a leather jacket. (*I actually saw LSOH a long time ago when i was way younger, but I didn’t remember it almost at all and I’d thought “The Dentist” was like this mad scientist type character, which, not exactly wrong ig, so anyway he’s been swimmin around in my brain making me silly for who knows how long, but yeah probably just since last year). I swear to cope with hyperfixating on such a fucked up character I’ve literally been making au’s in my brain where he’s morally ambiguous, or gets a redemption arc (he does not fucking deserve a redemption arc he deserves to be chopped up and fed to a bitchy gay plant), or where he’s literally just a nice guy. Yeah I’ll sometimes just remove the character from this character to appease the brain demons. But the cool thing about the Not an Asshole™️ AUs is that, in the og, the whole story basically goes south when Seymour justifies killing to feed the plant cause he can kill that jerk Orin, so if he’s not a jerk maybe they all survive?? Idk i just like thinkin. Also… ALSO!.. I made a post a while ago that I might someday make Orin textpost memes using pictures from my actual stage production, and well, that day has come! or, will come, soon. I’ve made the pictures I just have to make the post. It was very fun Im excited to share em. Okay thats all TYSM for the ask bestie!!!

Oh and to address your first question…

I 🧑🏻 AM 💥 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS 🎤 ✅

#with Action News. Weekdays at 10pm #thank you for the ask!#i am given new life by the ask!#forever in your debt for the ask!#sorry it took forever to answer #starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #little shop of horrors #lsoh #orin scrivello #rambles #saying stuff

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I need to ask this, as I'm listening to the defectors au playlist, who did you think of when you put Billie Eilish's "what was I made for?" Because it makes me think of Kallus slowly unraveling after Lasan and realising just what kind of government he put his whole trust in to do the right thing, or is it Ezra dealing with his feelings after being essentially abandonded by yet another parental figure? and then having to battle with those feelings after Twilight of the Apprentice? what were your thoughts on this because it's just plagueing my mind right now

(What a motherfucking coincidence you ask this because i was thinking over it not even an hour ago-) (and thank you so much again for making the playlist, i have been listening to it every day since youve created it-)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING- (warning, I have rambled nonsensically a lot, apologies-) (edit: FUCK ALRIGHT- I got distracted and accidentally swiped out of the app without saving so I have to rewrite it-)

The answer is both.

Now, I did first think of Kallus for it, but I've been think of a lot of Ezra during it as well.

This is a story with multiple moving parts, some songs are applied to more than one character or instance. And some songs are stretched over the course of an arc, whether that arc is as long as a few years or as short as an instant. This one is not an exception to that.

In Kallus’s case, it's part of his slow crash and burn with his faith to the empire, as well as period of time that follows after Lasan. As time goes on and events happen and seeds take root, there are moments. Moments of creeping doubt and dread.

Kallus has multiple goals, objectives, near the beginning of the story. The established duty to the empire; being a part of doing something far greater than himself. Making a difference for those who need it across the galaxy. The decision to take care of Ezra; a direct impact. Not taking action and not taking initiative can and would be just as detrimental as taking a misaction. And then his choice to help Mira and Ephraim; he thinks they're simply misguided or a miscommunication led to a severe misunderstanding. Because they very much have the same desire to help others and to help uplift that got him to join the empire.

As the years go on, it all starts to wear harder on him, especially in moments.

Mmm I look forward to writing out that in one particular scene, as Kallus is watching Ezra filling a room with such joy during a party, such light-hearted warmth, Kallus has to step away from the event for a moment. Because it's been about three years and Ezra is growing and it's so fast, too fast, and Mira and Ephraim are missing it. He's been fighting tooth and nail for them to be here and they aren't because despite all the work being done on both ends, the appeal for their situation just got pushed again. And now they've lost three years of watching Ezra grow into such a bright kid and it's leaving a sour taste in Kallus’s mouth.

At one point, he starts to realize that he doesn't think they actually plan on releasing the bridgers, but he realizes that the day before he is shipped off to lasan. Lasan cements the cumulation of the past five years to him. Everything he's dedicated himself to, he was lied to, led on. A d he complied to it. This, all round him- the smoke and ash and dead silence, is what has come from his dedication to the empire.

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And then with Ezra, near the end of the five years, he senses a dread a sadness that hangs in the air.

He feels it too. Because even though he sees his parents and that they are safe, it's not the same. They aren't home. Kallus doesn't know that he knows, but Ezra knows that Kallus has been working almost every day to see through to the release of his parents. Something about it has made Kallus more frustrated than before.

Ezra continues on though, because Kallus has never once broken his word to Ezra. At least not until he returns after a mission that took over two weeks because it was across the whole galaxy. Kallus returns home to Lothal, and everything changes over night. Kallus finally realizes what the empire is but he isn't leaving, and he isn't leaving with Ezra. And Ezra knows exactly why even though Kallus still isn't saying it. And Ezra wants to ask for him not to return to the empire, but he knows that Kallus isn't going to leave without his parents, and he wants his parents back. He wants his parents and Kallus.

So he does as Kallus instructs, but something still pulls at him. He's in a bit of a daze by the time he makes it to the port where he's supposed to meet Tseebo. He sees Tseebo for a split moment and then he doesn't. He doesn't know where Tseebo ran off to, he doesn't know how long Kallus is going to take finding his parents, he doesn't know if kallus is going to find them or of they're going to come back.

In this moment he feels like he's lost everything he never even had to begin with. His parents, only ever having seen them in the walls of an imperial compound. Tseebo, who was only ever present to assist and is still so fearful that he choose to run after his parents and Kallus were depending on him, and is the one person Kallus would actually listen to. And Kallus. Who was always so dedicated him but was never really his, the man's faith to the empire has been dying but now that it's gone Ezra still doesn't have him because now he's run off to go find his parents.

And this grief hits him all over again when Kanan distants himself. And Ezra feels that it's his fault because of how trusting he was of Maul. Kanan got hurt and lost his sight and he's pulling away from Ezra and no matter what Ezra tries, there's nothing he's able to do to stop Kanan from slipping away and Ezra can't do this again.

I hope this made sense and I hope it answers your question! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I LOVED IT.

#star wars rebels #swr #defectors au #alexsandr kallus #ezra bridger #star wars

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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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Hey!! (animeomegas here <3) I don't know anything about jjk, but I love actor AUs and I was wondering if you have any fun ideas for Naruto, the arcana or Mystic messenger? For some reason I've been imagining how a Mystic Messenger TV show would work and sketching out poster ideas for it 😫 This isn't really intended as a request, I just want to hear your stream of thought haha. Hope you've been having a wonderful day! <33

Hi @animeomegas I actually had a really long day but it was nice! I got a lot of things done. I hope you also had a good day ^^. So, okay okay okay you know I love casual stream of thought... and talking ahaha, and I also love behind the camera drama (I am also avoiding any wip work because 9+ hours at work fried the thesaurus bit of my brain)

Naruto

Naruto is such a specifically anime show. The budget for a complete 1:1 live action remake would probably make people so mad, there would have to be so much CGI for the final battle.

I feel like it could work for actors au as either:

1. Make Naruto a movie series. It's probably got a cult following like Star Wars and started off as some kind of original idea in the 70s and then got acquisitioned by a huge conglomerate in the 90s-2000s era, and had enough films (like the fast and furious franchises XD, so... eight at least) that it was able to cover all the material up until our time lol.

I actually went and reviewed the arcs because I love procrastination through research oop, but if you cut out/combine the filler arcs/turn them into serialized shows for streaming, you're left with enough material for about 3 movies from genin-days (when the actors Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura age from 11-14) and 5 movies from the shippuden era (there the main trio actors age from 16-24)

Playing off that nostalgia factor, Jiraiya's actor either played Minato or Naruto in the 70s film. He's since become a very famous actor/producer/director. Kakashi's father also played Kakashi's character in the original 70s film, so having him return as Sakumo for the Pein arc was a little Easter egg. There's a couple of instances of this throughout the series. For example, Madara is actually played by the same actor who played Sasuke in the og series, and the makeup used to age him in the flashback arcs gets high praise. Hashirama is played by the same kid who played Rock Lee in the first films too. Tsunade was played by the same girl who was either Ino in the original, etc.

Kind of like marvel, there's a ton of actors who are only sort of or not very famous when the films start, and the kids are certainly no-name actors (kind of [Sakura reads to me like a former disney-channel kid lol]), and then as the films get wildly popular, the franchise gains the Midas touch and even all of the recurrent minor characters get arcs/spinoffs/or see further success in their careers.

And as with marvel, it truly becomes like... everyone famous in a certain generation was in the Naruto franchise.

Sasuke had some actual industry connections prior to casting, but that was only because his brother was a young up-and-coming model. They sort of spring-boarded one anothers' careers. Playing the franchise characters traumatized them oop, and irl they're very close. There's a noticeable uptick in viewership for compilation videos of the Uchiha brothers being best siblings after about movie 6 when Sasuke finally kills Itachi and movie 7's fight with Kabuto is one of the most watched clips ever.

Also marvel-esque, I think people have mixed opinions about the ending lol (just like they do the anime) because on one hand, explosions! amazing visual effects! the whole ensemble ready to assemble! stacked nostalgia value! answers to some of the most asked fandom questions! amazing physical feats (Naruto and by extension Sasuke mostly insist on doing their own stunts)! and on the other... you have some of the thousand story threads being lost in the sauce, lackluster characterization for a some of the ladies, leaning perhaps too much on nostalgia value, complete obliteration of power scaling, suddenly there's almost too much content, and you have to have watched all three spinoff series to understand some of the in-world references, also fighting between the original concept creator and head writer and the production teams :p (yes this is Io being too literal haha)

2nd option: The Naruto characters all belong to the same representative entertainment company (think SM or YG /pulls face because cabal culture disturbs me/). I think this is more like an idols AU, and the relationships are significantly more catty and have more drama, but they're all actors/other entertainment related career lol so it's also kind of actors au?

The company probably tried for a ninjas/powers theme during recruitment and promotion so that's where you get Kakashi associated with dogs and lightning, Sasuke associated with snakes and later hawks and fire, Naruto associated with frogs and wind, Sakura associated with slugs and healing, Itachi associated with crows and dreams, Haku associated with ice and mirrors, Sai associated with tigers and ink, Tenzo/Yamato associated with trees, Gaara associated with tanuki and sand etc.

Itachi and Sasuke have an infamous rivalry that never really "resolves" so much as disappears because Itachi retires for a few years to deal with physical and mental health issues. It would be during this time he goes public with a relationship and he gets married before making a comeback. Even after the brothers reconcile and do projects together, people still bring up their Fighting Era and it pisses Sasuke off because the public doesn't really know what happened and he hates the speculation. Part of the controversy is that Sasuke left the company only a few years after signing on, joined a small rival company that was later embroiled in scandal, and then returned to the same company as his brother right around the time Itachi took a break.

Kakashi is the oldest of the "new generation" that's promoted during that time, but he's a very successful child actor turned model and adult actor. He did a bunch of shows that have great repeat value though so he basically lives off residuals and picks his projects and is very obvious but rather quiet about the ways he critiques the current entertainment industry. He's very good friends with Tenzo, stagename Yamato

Haku is a musician first and an actor second. He made his debut as part of a short lived idol group before going solo and starting musical stages. He's an up and coming favorite for historical dramas.

Gaara and Naruto are child actors who have been best friends for ages and help one another work through the inevitable industry challenges. They separately become really popular role models for kids from their hometowns. Kankuro is Gaara's personal rock in the working world, even though Kankuro's bad-boy image and slightly freaky aesthetic don't surface level seem to match with Gaara's more reserved and authentic method of dealing with the constant press.

Shikamaru and Nagato both separately give me musician/model vibes, but in different genres. Shikamaru quits the music thing very quickly to become a producer lol because more math and less fighting with fickle public opinion.

Mystic Messenger

If you sketch the the poster idea you haaaave to post it, please pretty please Amy?? Because you're so right, the whole plot is absolutely like a thriller/romcom kdrama. (Because the characters are well fleshed out it could also work with preserving the character backstories but have them all have entered acting later on.)

I looked up some Kdrama posters and the one where the leads for "because this is my first life" are standing in a stylized apartment balcony reminded me somewhat of thee game, mostly because the MC is stuck in the apartment for a good portion of the seven days lol.

If the whole Mystic Messenger plot were a drama...

MC is probably a rookie actor with one or two well done but not widely distributed productions under their belt.

Yoosung was maybe a child-actor which makes the whole ingenue thing kind of funny for his fans. Like yes, this is his first "adult role" (his baby face means he otherwise plays a lot of high schoolers) but it's this odd mixture of experience meaning he plays the role perfectly, but lack of experience with normal people resulting in a lot of blushing and stammering and totally tunnel vision flirting during the press tour haha.

I'd love for Jumin to come from a similar but less severe situation as game-Jumin. Like maybe his father has remarried a bunch of times, but he actually gets along with the stepmother who's been his mother for most of his life and he takes her to premiers with him. He grew up poor so he finds playing a lot of wealthy heirs type characters because of his looks to be a very strange turn of events, but he overall doesn't talk about his past much in public.

Hmmm, Jaehee seems the type to play a lot of severe characters in her usual roles because of her appearance, but like game-Jaehee she's got a very cute and adorable side that's coupled with a very genuine personalty. The interviewers probably make her do a lot of aegyo T.T poor Jaehee. She probably also worked her way through a prestigious drama school, either in-country or abroad, so she loves to read.

Zen always offers to do the aegyo with Jaehee so she doesn't have to suffer alone haha. He on the other hand never went to drama school, he's been acting since he was about 17 so all his training was in-company, although his company helped to put him through college where he did an advertising and media degree. He didn't have the exposure Jaehee did to classical media and arts, so they are irl very good friends who bond over their interest in business and Zen's interest in gaining a deeper understanding of acting and theater.

I see 707 as the person who was probably an idol musician before he started acting and mostly left group music behind. I've never played his route through, but he seems like the kind of person who is sometimes frustratingly talented lol. He is a natural at almost everything he tries which sometimes stresses him out because he wonders if there's something else he should be doing besides acting.

V seems like the kind of person however who was maybe a model first, and then turned to acting? I hate to say this, but it's the kind of situation where his incredible looks and sweet irl personality have garnered him a very devoted following but his parts in dramas tend to be second-string or somewhat minor or... kind of weird lol, and when he is the lead the show is usually only "okay" because the writing will be strange 😅 which is technically not his fault, but to be honest most of his income comes from promotional deals.

You like Saeran, right? so I won't leave him out! He's got this doe-eyed look that makes me think of a new debut actor! This is also one of his first major roles so he and MC lean on each other a lot and have to work hard to make sure their relationship off-screen is comfortable because they have so many scary intense scenes later on. He and 707 are either irl siblings, or just because so close during filming that they're truly like brothers now and 707 is always seen supporting Saeran, especially when Saeran decides to venture into the music scene and his vocal style and color means he explodes into popularity almost right away.

The Arcana

Somehow I can see this becoming an HBO drama? or maybe an Akuzon special because it's very good about placing lgbtq themes in-world (which was sort of groundbreaking when the game debuted). This one is so hard because each route gradually ended up diverging so much and in such different ways and expanding on the world in such a rewarding diversity of directions that you could truly have a beautiful, successful show no matter what route was filmed.

You could potentially have a Witcher-type situation where you really do have multiple routes and timeline splitting. If someone who's got a really good editing team working with a really tight writing team I think they could do it.

But otherwise, this is another situation where the main cast has had friend configurations for a While and doing this project brought them all closer together!

Ilya and Asra have known one another probably the longest industry-wise. They did a smaller well received indie film once about five years before Arcana with the vaguest of nods to brokeback mountain (I've never seen it, sorry) but a much happier road trip lovers plot, so having to play disillusioned, one-sided pining ex-lovers who had a very toxic last year to their relationship is... something XD.

Asra and Muriel have been personal friends since their days as students - they went to the same camps and programs to study acting and in their interviews, they have a fun time talking about some personal anecdotes (like the fact they did indeed frequently camp at a lakeside together as children) which made it into their own characters' backstories.

Nadia and Lucio are very Nikolaj/Gwendoline during their press and off-screen interactions. They find their characters' personas to be sort of hilariously poorly matched.

Portia is a famously hard working actress who clawed her way through the world of cinema and still managed to stay a decent, well grounded person. She's not actually related to Ilya irl but they got along really well from the beginning so there's lots of videos of them acting like siblings off screen.

Because the on-site shoots for Arcana required so much travel, the cast got to spend a lot of bonding time together, and saw a ton of unique places. The cast always has stories of swimming and hiking or trying new food or pictures of each other at famous sites during their days off. Muriel is actually the one who plans the outdoor adventures the best, he was an athlete and had military training before becoming an actor and he loves being outside so he'll lead these kinds of outings. People adore his social media because he's got that outdoors guy vibe but he's very sweet and he smiles a lot more irl than his roles usually do.

Portia and Julian are the most likely to get lost in any place, but they're also super fun to travel with because they always find interesting people and places that are off the beaten path.

Nadia and Asra have the most normal but also most aesthetic social media feeds. They always seem able to catch the golden hour light somehow...

After Arcana, they each often end up cast in or around the same movies/franchises/series as well, because they do work very well together. The show also helped them break out of some type casting, to their delight.

Lucio trends towards action and romcom films, he does often get typecast as some kind of villain, but his redemption arc in Arcana actually helped him break into more of the antihero type roles. He can be adorably goofy at times.

Nadia used to play the femme fatale quite frequently but since Arcana she's been able to take on softer roles, still often playing a woman in power, but she's been able to mix and cross genres. She also has been working on a screenplay and wants to try directing.

Portia was famous before Arcana but the show helped enter her into some of the more mainstream conversation and she has her first action-type role soon after Arcana ends.

Asra has a delicate physique and had some trouble in the past with being passed over roles that required more "force of presence" in the past. However, since showing his side as the secretive, enigmatic, manipulative magician, he's been able to try on the hats of villains, return to some roles on the true stage (his first love), and play the lead in a more serious political thriller.

Muriel had the opposite problem with his large build often precluding him from anything but action films. Since Arcana he's been able to try a few romantic lead parts, and has embraced his popularity by searching out meaningful mid-budget films where he can broaden his talents.

Julian is very tall, so he used to play quite a few more domineering, dastardly types in the films he did before Arcana. The show also brought him into the spotlight. He still does well as the sneering, dangerous, tall and dark type, but he's found that he can and is willing to push for playing something softer, someone who follows instead of leads in the on-screen dynamics. You and Ilya end up in a bodyguard type of drama at some point where he spends a lot of time on his knees swearing his devotion and playing a lot of subtext lol.

MC in this seems like they would have been a more experienced actor before taking on the linchpin role for Arcana, but the show granted you the experience to step into other roles both in front of and behind the camera and we'll probably see an MC directed and produced short film or indie film within the next few years!

#ask answered #hi amy!#actor au #naruto #mystic messenger #the arcana #one am fics lol goodnight!

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Wayhaven Regency AU - Part 4

We finished season 2 of Bridgerton u_u

Word count: 1,200

Summary: Adam sits on the sidelines with the rest of Unit Bravo, while Rebecca rubs elbows.

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Adam has a deep well of patience to draw from, built over the last 700 or so years of existence. Tonight, however, it feels remarkably shallow as he paces the lawn. The Duke’s servants keep peering out the side kitchen door at him and his team, clearly unable to tell what to do about them. They’ve lingered so long on the lawn without going inside or leaving as to be noticeable. He cares very little for their notice so much as how long it has been since Agent Kingston left them with the carriage.

A low, bored growl permeates the muted cacophony coming from inside the manor, as well as the cloud surrounding Adam’s thoughts.

“How long is this going to take?” Mason grumbles from behind the glowing ember of a cigarette. Nat steps away from his side, waving a hand in the air as he exhales a cloud of smoke.

“I can’t deny I worry about Rebecca being in there alone,” she says, nose crinkling slightly. Her warm, brown eyes meet Adam’s. Adam shakes his head. Even if he also isn’t thrilled to have been asked to wait outside, he won’t go against Agent Kingston’s orders.

“We wouldn’t get anywhere with the humans in there,” Adam points out. There are a few members of the upper class society who are aware of the Agency and act as liaisons when necessary. That is the entire purpose of Agent Kingston’s attendance this evening, to gather information and alert those few who are in the know to keep their eyes out. If she manages to collect any leads, Unit Bravo will be sent off to track their rogue immediately.

He frowns as cacophonous laughter pours from an open window. Nat, on the other hand, looks toward it longingly.

“I bet I could,” Farah says in a singsong voice. She’s sitting on the low stone wall separating the front lawn from an expansive garden. With her feet swinging and smacking against the wall it’s little wonder her shoes haven’t flown off.

“Not as far as I could,” Mason replies with a sharp grin. Nat scowls.

“Must you be crass?” she asks. Mason and Farah both break into laughter at this.

“As if you have room to talk!” Farah exclaims. Nat sputters and looks to Adam for support. He pretends to have noticed something wrong with their carriage, turning to fidget with some of the joins.

Nat spends the next several moments defending her honor while Mason and Farah list her various “conquests” while Adam pretends to not be hearing any of it. He has other things to be thinking about.

It has been over a year now that they have been tracking this rogue vampire across nations and continents, only to end up back here in England. Unit Bravo has hunted down more than one rogue vampire in their time together, but this one is unlike the others. They are unlike any other supernatural they have hunted down at all. Most rogues hunt and kill humans for food or pleasure. Everything they have found in the wake of this vampire’s hunts suggests that’s not the case in this instance.

This vampire seems to be conducting…experiments. The bodies of the humans are drained, but not by teeth. By medical equipment. They even found a scrap of what appeared to be notes taken prior to the experimentation. The notes did little to illuminate what the rogue is doing or why, other than that there is a method to it all.

Adam shakes his head, ridding his mind of the images. His many centuries have mostly numbed him to such gruesome things. His disturbance can be chalked up to the fact that never before has a hunt left him so far behind his quarry.

“Hey,” Mason says, tone sharp, cutting through Adam’s thoughts. He jerks his head around. Still standing in place, Mason’s hand has dropped, ash from the tip of his cigarette falling like snow on the trimmed lawn. His head is tilted, listening. The rest of the vampires have gone silent. Even the horses have stopped their restless shifting.

“What is it?” Nat asks after a long moment. Mason grimaces.

“Rebecca is coming.” He looks too disturbed for that to be it though. Adam steps up.

“And?” he asks, muscles coiling. Mason shakes his head.

“She’s upset. Nothing we need to intervene with,” Mason replies quickly as the others tense. Adam’s eyebrow shoot up. In two decades he has never seen Agent Kingston anything less than tightly controlled and collected.

“I could just pop in,” Farah suggests. She gestures broadly at her outfit. “I’m dressed the part.”

“They’d recognize you aren’t part of the blue blooded,” Adam replies. Farah groans.

“Then why bother being dressed up in the first place?”

Nat steps over and places a hand on the youngest vampire’s arm, smiling warmly. “It is a shame, Farah. You look lovely.”

“I do, don’t I?” Farah snaps her fan open and flutters it delicately.

The conversation is interrupted by the huge oak doors to the manor flying open, Agent Kingston exiting quickly after. Her heart is pounding loud enough to echo in Adam’s head. Her eyes are sharp, movements jerky.

“What happened?” Adam asks, stepping quickly to her side. He gestures for Nat to ready the carriage, which she does immediately. Agent Kingston lets out a harsh breath and waves him off.

“Nothing.” A lie, but he won’t call her on it. Agent Kingston’s mouth is twisted. “My daughter has chosen this year to debut.”

“Daughter?” Farah exclaims from the doorway of the carriage, echoing the shock the rest of the vampires are wearing silently. No, Adam realizes. The shock belongs only to himself, Farah, and Mason. Nat looks entirely unsurprised.

Agent Kingston shakes her head. “We can discuss this further at our accommodations. I had time to set meetings with two of our liaisons for tomorrow. After the scene caused by my arrival there was no way to exchange information without notice.”

“I thought there were four liaisons,” Adam states. Agent Kingston meets his eye.

“We have a lot to discuss,” she says, then steps into the carriage after Farah. Mason climbs into the driver’s seat, though he doesn’t touch the reins. As Nat moves past him to follow Mason, she pauses and gives his shoulder a squeeze.

“You know something,” Adam says, voice low. Nat presses her lips together and nods. “I didn’t know you were in the habit of keeping things from me.”

Nat gives a short, quiet laugh. “Most wives have their secrets.” At his displeased grunt, she tightens her fingers. “I’m sorry, I will explain. Later.”

“Later,” Adam agrees, watching as Nat effortlessly hoists herself up into the seat beside Mason, taking the reins like she was born to do it. She immediately begins chatting to Mason, like nothing at all is wrong.

Adam pinches the bridge of his nose; he really, really does not like unknowns. Particularly in situations such as these, where the mission has enough unknowns without his own teammates adding to the trouble.

“Adam,” Farah calls, tugging the curtain aside to peer at him. “Let’s go?”

“Yes.” Adam heaves a great sigh. “Yes, let’s.”

#wayhaven #twc #darling writing #regency au #twc rebecca #adam du mortain #a du mortain #twc mason #specialist agent m #farah hauville #f hauville #n sewell #nat sewell #do not take marriage at face value that's all I'm saying

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