A Hanzo x Reader where some guys try to hit on the reader and Hanzo gets all jealous and protective of them? I love your blog so so much and it's inspired me to try making one of my own, so thank you! :D
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“I’m a bit surprised you
agreed to come out with me.” You sip from your cup, marveling at the cherry
blossoms Hanamura had to offer. He looks a bit taken back by the statement but
brushes it off quickly.
“And why is that?” He asks crossing his arms over his chest.
You turn to him, taking another sip of your tea. This time, however, it is loud
and more of a slurp. You giggle as you note a small twitch of irritation in his
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but your rather reserved.” You
titter while placing the cup down.
“It was how I was raised.” He points out, fingers reaching
for his own cup. “A tough habit to grow out of really.” He looks at you as he
drinks. A loud slurp emanating over the rim of the cup. You shake your head
laughing at his silliness. The sound of
your laugh shakes his bones while a warmth fills his stomach. His smile is full
of pride. There’s some sort of gratification from being the one to make you
“You’re really something, Hanzo.”
“I shall take that as a compliment.” He tips his cup in your
direction like a toast. You laugher dies down, a comfortable silence fills the air
around you. The smell of tea and sweets sweeps through the breeze, the small
shop buzzing with business inside.
“I was speaking with Genji the other day.” You speak calmly,
eyes trained on how the flowers sway with the wind. “I wanted to learn more
He frowns, a bit insulted. Why had you not come to him? He
would have gladly told you everything there was to know. The sights, the
sounds, and everything you could imagine to question.
“He told me about this arcade place not too far from here.”
You look at him, expectantly. He knows which one you speak of immediately. It
was a place where Genji often went to waste his time instead of working on his
duties. “I wondered if you wanted to go?”
Hanzo frowns. “Why did you not ask him to take you?” There’s
more malice in his voice than he meant. He did not mean to let his jealousy
spill. He clears his throat in an attempt to mask his slip up.
You, however, seem unfazed. “Because I want to go with you.”
Suddenly, he feels a bit childish.
“Ah,” He pauses, toying with the rim of his teacup. He finds
himself at a loss for words. Rummaging his head for something say. Should he
apologize? Should he simple ignore his sudden spite of words and continue.
You look him over, his face stoic but his eyes show his
internal struggle. “Something the matter?”
Hanzo shakes his head before giving you a small smile. “No,”
He tries his will at hiding his excitement. It’s a bit hard but he manages for
his sake. “I would like that. You wish to go today?”
You nod at him with a smile.
“Very well,” He moved to stand, grabbing his jacket while
doing so. “I will go pay for our meal. Then we can head over.” He sees the way
your face lights up, a smile pulling onto his lips much more prominently.
It takes him but a moment to reach the counter and pay for
the two of you. He thanks the cashier and waiter as he exits back to meet you
outside. However, what he sees before him has his boiling. There is a group of
three men surrounding you. The leader had moved to place his arms around you as
his friends stalk you like vultures. You laugh awkwardly as they continue to
pester you with questions and comments.
He takes a deep breath to compose himself. Something within
him festers but he moves to swallows his anger. He cannot- will not- stand still as these men pester at you with hungry looks
and wandering hands. In an instant, he is at your side. The grace of his
footsteps fall silent to their ears but his presence is loud enough to demand
their attention away from you. He takes your hand in his, intertwining his
fingers with yours effortlessly.
“My dearest,” The roughness of his facial hair prickles your
skin. “Forgive for taking long. There was a line to pay.”
You’re a bit baffled by his actions. Hanzo never having been
so forward and affectionate with you even during your back and forth flirtations.
That is when the reality of the what he is doing it hits you and you decide to
“Oh Babe, don’t worry these men were keeping me company
while I waited for you.” You motion over to the men with feigned smile. “See
fellas, I told you my boyfriend would be back.”
Hanzo looks over to the men with a look of malice clear in
his eyes. They are much larger than him in stature and in height. He, of
course, does not falter. His hand grips at your hip pulling you into him protectively.
His action causes you to be pulled away from one of the man’s intrusive arm and
into Hanzo’s embrace.
“Hah, this is your boyfriend?” One of the men pipes in,
looking Hanzo over rather unimpressed. Hanzo simply smiles. It is not gentle
nor sweet. It is not a smile he gives you when you joke and play around. It is full
of impatience and irritation as they all laugh at him.
“You find that funny?” Hanzo raises a brow, and the man
stops to stare at him. The stranger scoffs. He moves closer to the two of you.
Hanzo eyes him carefully, instinctively moving to unravel the hand on your hip.
He brings it in front of you, gently herding you to stand behind him and away
from the approaching offender.
“And if I do?” He asks while straightening his stance. You
almost laugh as the leader of the three men tries to make himself more
intimidating. His buddies do little but look a bit lost. “What are you going to
do about it?”
“Hanzo,” You place a hand on his shoulder as you notice a
crowd begin to form. “Let’s just go.”
He looks over his shoulder at as you shoot him a pleading
glance. A wave of wretch and regret flushing him as he sees the emotion on your
face. Has he taken this too far?
He nods, not sparing glance at the man before him as he
turns to walk away. “You really going to leave with this guy, baby?” The man
calls after you. “Come on now, I can show you a much better time.” For the
second time, the man reaches out to grab at you.
In an instant, Hanzo has him bent over backwards. The
strangers offending arm held at an odd and uncomfortable angle as he cries out
in pain. Hanzo leans in, looming over him with a dangerous aura. Though, the
crowd of people watching are a bit scared at the action, you can’t help but
notice how striking his features are.
He looks handsome as is, even gorgeous when he smiles.
However, now as his face is hardened, eyes trained with danger, something about
it fills the pit of your stomach with excitement.
Damn, he really is
“Leave us.” He pushes the man in front of him before letting
go of his arm. His friends jerk a few steps back trying to avoid being toppled.
The two accomplices go to assist their leader regain himself while nursing his
strained arm. He glares a them once last time before taking your hand in his
once more. “Come, let us go.”
You’re a bit shocked at the display that just occurred
before you. You follow not too far behind him as he guides you through the
crowds with ease.
“Hanzo.” You call to him, but he makes no notion to stop.
He’s walking much faster than you can keep up with. “Hanzo!”
The way he suddenly stops has you almost colliding into him.
You’re a bit out of breath by how fast he had been pulling
him along but give him a reassuring smile. His face looks a bit heartbroken by
the gesture and before you know it he pulls you along once more. It’s not long before
you’re in an alley between what looks like a ramen shop and an apartment
complex. The light of a vending machine illuminating the small space as the sun
begins to set. He pulls you to stand in front of him, his hand never leaving
yours as he begins to speak.
“Forgive me.” He starts, you cannot hear it but his heart
beats rapidly in his chest. “I could not control myself. The way those men looked at you, with such lingering
eyes.” He huffs, not realizing he is fuming. The light of his tattoo glowing while
he speaks. “He even grabbed at you! I should have done more than just twist his
arm. I should have broken it.”
You watch as he seethes to himself, his eyes everywhere but
you. Your hand is still in his as you raise it to lightly place a kiss on his
knuckles. Immediately, he stops. A blush forms on his cheeks as he finally
turns his attention to you very suddenly.
“Thank you, Hanzo.” You smile sweetly at him, his face warms
even more by the sight of it. “Come on, let’s go to the arcade.” You lead him out
of the alley, before motioning him to continue the rest of the way. He does so
silently. You walk a good block or so, still hand in hand, before you speak up
“Jealousy looks good on you, by the way. Your face does this thing that’s kinda attractive.” He scowls, you almost break into laughter when
you notice how it’s more of a pout.
“I was not jealous.” He quips back as you swing his and your
hand back and forth as you both walk together.
You giggle, his face flushing red at the compliment. “If you
↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
i love you (30) p: a gentle ‘i love you’ whispered into a soft kiss, followed by a stronger kiss
yoongi was a person that showed his emotions rather than talk about them. well, it depends on the situation and his mood. on most days, it’ll be recorded in a book he carries with him, sometimes keyed into his note application in his phone and on others, expressed out via actions because he’s a firm believer that action speaks louder than words.
there are many pros that comes with it but there are cons as well, like anything in life.
the good points are that you can trust he’ll make it a must to show you the things he feels. never ever would you take for granted his words because they mean as much as his actions - so the things he say weigh more considering he doesn’t use words as a catalyst to his affection.
the bad points… well… if you had to pinpoint one, it would be communication was key in a relationship. and while yoongi has been nothing but a great and honest boyfriend (regardless of the matter at hand, or who was right or wrong he stands by his principles), he lacked in portraying his emotions with words. of course, you love him nonetheless and you appreciate everything he’s done.
but from time to time, assurance with words meant everything.
yoongi wouldn’t be yoongi if he didn’t take notice.
so… with you in his arms, the whole classroom to the pair of you like your own galaxy of being together and no one else to interrupt the solace and clarity that has oh-so-generously bestowed upon your shoulders, he takes this moment to do… just that.
in the midst of listening to a song he’s produced not long ago, with some tweaks and correction he takes from you as you jot them mindlessly onto his notebook in case he’s up for your thoughts (which he always is unless he’s adamantly sure it’s perfect and he’ll just have to show you why later on), he gently removes the earbud from your ears.
mistaking that for not listening to him as if he said something, he only smiles at the way your mouth shapes a circle replicating a target he should kiss, to which he does because who could resist that? still, even after the small distraction, you shift on his lap, turning to the side to press your arm against his chest so your other could extend out to find leverage on the back of his chair. he blinks at you as you do so, does nothing, then does something to stop you from saying anything.
you’ve grown accustom to the way he frames your cheek with a hand, a clear access now that wires and headphones are out of the way. though confused, he adores the way your lips curl upwards like the rate of his heartbeat each time that happens. he gulps when you follow his palm that lures you in towards him, following the tipping of his chin to align your lips together.
but just before the shared vision in your mind becomes a reality, the whispered words that leaves his mouth shakes you to your bones. he makes it seem like he hadn’t said anything to make your heart leap out of your chest, resorting to push it down inside your ribcage in a safe space before it has a chance to escape with a kiss sealed on your lips. firmer than the first, delicate to replicate the things he makes you feel. it’s as if he’s taking your breath away but is the reason you breathe in the first place.
i comes through your hair, trailing up your neck before it echoes into your ears. love is endearing, threading past your heartstrings to hear them tremble in his touch. you is delightful, as yoongi thinks, feels, kisses and groans in pure bliss of being able to feel your heartbeat so close to his as if they’re two separate metronomes, reflecting each other in excitement of a love only you and yoongi knows of.
yoongi lets you draw back to catch your breath, because good god that was one hell of a kiss and yoongi sees that on your face. chuckling, he tucks strands of your hair from your face before his hands rest over your hips and yours, steadied on his shoulders with a smile that lifts his soul to the heavens.
Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon! “Could you do a jasper hale imagine where he is afraid that the reader will leave him because of his past and his scars? I absolutely love your writing and I hope you have an amazing day/night” Before I begin, I want to cement the fact that this is not body-negative or self-harm related in any way, shape, or form. Hope you like it!
It wasn’t uncommon for Jasper to fall silent for great lengths of time; he had always been a listener, from what you knew of his past and what he allowed you to see of his present. Quiet was comfortable for him, which was comfortable for you, and it didn’t raise any alarms in your mind to see him sitting in silence. There were days when his blood lust was heightened, and he found it far more strenuous an activity than he usually faced to keep himself from slaughtering the school. There were days the emotions festering within the cramped corridors of Forks High were high and steaming with hormonal intensity, days his mind was occupied by sorting through pools of highs and lows that swirled around his head as he passed through crowds of teenagers. Jasper held within his posture a perceptive, observant, intelligent sort of stillness, a quiet that masked his thoughts and kept him alert. Silence was not uncommon… but this bout of voicelessness had you concerned.
It was as if he were afraid to speak, afraid to say the wrong thing to you; his wordlessness seemed choking, restricting as opposed to chosen. His shoulders were tighter, his stance more rigid than his typical fluid movements encouraged. His brow was knitted more often than it was smooth, carving harsh lines of skepticism and anxiety into the satin-finish marble of his forehead. You found yourself wrought with worry for your relationship; typically, when a man goes silent, it heralds a jagged break and a pint of regret served frozen on the end of a ladle. His silence during Forks High’s lunch hour was noticed by the other occupants of your table; Alice, Edward, and Bella seemed most in tune to Jasper’s lack of speech, eyeballing your face when they thought you couldn’t see the concern behind their warm eyes. Alice, always determined to brighten the general mood, continuously left questions in Jasper’s hands, her lips pursing as she waited for an answer he refused to give to her. Jasper smiled and reacted non-verbally to the conversation as it fluttered from vampire to human, but his lips remained a thin, immobile line. By the time the lunch bell rang, the entirety of the table had given up on forcing his hand; Jasper rose, offered you his hand, and slowed his pace to match yours as you followed your friends out of the cafeteria. Bella’s hand found your shoulder as you bid each other farewell, your classes taking you in separate directions, her chocolate eyes projecting confidence despite the tension you had both witnessed, her gaze seeming to whisper everything is going to be fine. You could only hope she was right.
Jasper’s cold palm squeezed firmly against your own, his honeyed eyes scanning the cluster of students moving around you like ants on a picnic blanket, his brow furrowed in concentration. You soothed a circle into the backside of his palm with your thumb, relishing in the strange give and satin smoothness of his impossible skin, your eyes devouring every detail of his face. For once, it seemed, you were attempting to taste his emotions rather than him tasting for yours, though there was no doubt in your mind that Jasper had read your and everyone else’s tension around the table. By the darkness of his gaze, though the colour of his irises declared his thirst to be under control, you convinced yourself he was merely overwhelmed by the flow of the student body. It was harder for him to keep his composure than it was for the rest of his adopted family. Perhaps the last couple of days of distance had been due to the collective heartbeat of Forks High… perhaps it wasn’t your doing at all. You closed your eyes, your body leaning against Jasper’s side, replaying Bella’s unspoken message over against the blank expanse of your eyelids. Everything was going to be fine. You couldn’t afford to allow yourself to overthink, not with the man by your side able to sense every flickering shift in your emotional state. Jasper backed against the wall, pulling you a few steps back to join him, his eyes surveying the dwindling flow of students as they hustled to their classes, their arms overburdened with textbooks, their faces wary as they struggled to calculate how much longer they could postpone entry into Biology. Jasper’s lips were pursed with a foreign conviction, as if he were deciding on the route to take at a crossroads, weighing his chances as he stared down the bleak hallway. His eyes fell on your face, then, his gaze guarded, his expression shielded and unrecognizable.
“How badly do you want to sit through Physics today?” he inquired, his voice hardened by his steely exterior, though the lilt in his tone bled through the armour he had donned, forewarning of a far more sensitive nature. You shook your head, trying to read his clouded eyes as they left your face. If this hadn’t been the first sentence he had spoken to you that day, you may have felt like leaving with him. Unfortunately, the very concept rattled your bones, shaking your borrowed confidence to the core. Jasper’s eyes fell on your face, his brow pinching by an almost unnoticeable fraction as he noted the change in your emotions. You shifted then, correcting the collapse in your posture, an easy smile painting your features.
“If you’re asking me if I want to skip, the answer is yes,” you grinned, your eyes following the last lingering student as he spirited by, Jasper’s shoulders angling towards the exit at the end of the hall as soon as the student was out of eyesight. He tilted his head back toward the double doors, his hand around yours leading you away from the closing doors, classes beginning as your feet carried you towards the exit. He was stiffer than usual, at least when you were alone together, his posture as guarded as if the flock of teenagers were swarming around you still. How… very unlike him. He placed his hand on the lever, hesitating momentarily, his butterscotch eyes staring into yours with a liquid sort of honesty; his eyes were the last familiar feature on his so frigid face.
“I’ll take you home.” The bell rang shrilly, punctuating his formal statement, the chosen destination not lost on you. If he planned on taking you home, back to your very human neighborhood, he wasn’t planning on staying long. You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat, a cool wave of misted air roaring over your body as Jasper lead you through the rain, his hand almost unfeeling in your own. He walked a half-step ahead of you, guarding your vision of his face as he lead you towards what looked like Carlisle’s polished car, parked beside Edward’s shining silver Volvo. You couldn’t remember any of the Cullens driving the doctor’s car to school that day… but a sinking sensation in your stomach warned you that Jasper had premeditated your short-lived excursion. You shook your head quietly, aware of Jasper’s invasive gift, your hand slipping from his as you reached the passenger side. The vampire opened the door, ushering you inside the cabin before closing you inside the pristine interior of Carlisle’s borrowed vehicle. Seconds later, Jasper was by your side, turning the key in the ignition, his torso turning as he reversed, shoulders unhindered by even the thought of a seat belt. You buried your hands beneath your thighs, hoping to still the nervous agitation humming through the fragile bones of your fingers as Jasper drove along the route to your home. Normally, your car rides were filled with conversation; Jasper had a great many tales to spin, and you loved hearing them, intrigued by the concept of his so eventful immortality. Now was the time when you usually made plans for the evening, be it as simple as sitting in his bedroom toying with strands of stray curls where they fell against his temple or as complicated as a piggyback adventure through the forests, as far south as Mt. Rainier. Today, however, Jasper made no effort to fill the quiet, his eyes unnecessarily focused on the misty road ahead. Desperate to occupy the silence, you tried for conversation, your voice feeble in your own ears.
“What’s the occasion, Jaz? Any reason you’re pulling me from Ms. Fischer’s gripping lectures?” Jasper’s hands turned the wheel deftly, guiding Carlisle’s car into your parents’ driveway, parking close enough to the street that all hope of his staying evaporated from your mind. Your hands hesitated on the seat belt’s release, your heart hammering loudly in your chest, audible for the both of you. Without sparing you a glance, Jasper opened his door, his words floating in the space between you like a poisonous vapor.
“We need to talk.” Your body froze, your hands like ice on the seat belt’s lever, Jasper opening your door within the course of a second. You moved like stone, untangling yourself from the confines of the vehicle and joining Jasper in your driveway, his eyes refusing to meet your own. He walked forward to your front door, his movement blurred as he retrieved the spare key from the eaves and slipped it into the doorknob, standing by the entrance as you passed him by. He followed closely behind you, closing the door in his wake, as you headed for your bedroom. You stepped over the threshold, your pulse a staggering thump in your ears, your hands sliding almost lifelessly as you closed your door behind Jasper. You froze once more, your hand still plastered to the door, your breathing shallow as fear consumed your body. You could hardly keep your emotions in line, not after all the vampire had alluded to. His silence, the separate car, the age-old precursor to an ending relationship… the puzzle pieces were sliding easily into place. You cursed yourself internally for not realizing sooner. Jasper’s body hushed against your comforter, your mattress squeaking quietly under his weight, your eyes closing against the tears that welled along your waterline, your body anticipating the worst.
“Am I going to like this talk, Jaz?” you whispered, your voice a mere breath against the wood of your door. Jasper sighed, his voice soothing as he spoke; the warm winds of an oncoming summer storm.
“If you would join me, Y/n,” his offer turned your head, your eyes falling on Jasper’s outstretched hand. You moved slowly, calculatedly towards him, your palm sliding easily into his as you sat, barring yourself against the words you knew were coming. Jasper sat silently beside you, the rise and fall of his chest the only motion mobilizing the alabaster of his body. A handful of moments passed before he moved, bringing the backside of your hand to his lips, his eyes closing as he inhaled the scent of you, his kiss leaving a chill against your skin. He dropped your hand between you, his fingers untwining, all contact severed in an instant. Your breath lay baited in your lungs, your mind buzzing with preparations for heartbreak. When Jasper spoke, his voice was soft and carried the melting hardness of molten lead. His eyes stayed forward, dissecting the image reflecting back from the mirror on your wall. “Y/n, there are things you need to know about me, about my kind,” he began, your mind warping his words as he geared-up to break your heart. They never stay in one place for long, your conscience filled in, they never pursue something as fleeting as a relationship with a fragile little human. Jasper’s words, however, strayed far from the path you had anticipated. “There are things I haven’t told you about my… upbringing, things I purposely skimmed over because I knew it would mean…” his voice trailed off, your eyes falling on his face, his eyes closed to the world, his lips a hardened line. Whatever he was trying to say was clearly taking a toll on his composure. What you wouldn’t give to reach out and touch his shoulder. “I had a long life before I met Carlisle, before my sister came to retrieve me in that diner. There were things I did, Y/n,” he huffed, shaking his head, his blond curls shining dimly in the hazy light that streamed through your window. “I’m not… I’m afraid I’ve painted a picture of myself that hasn’t been entirely accurate, or entirely truthful, because the truth is that… I… I was a different person before I met the Cullens. I was…” he breathed again, his hand circling his wrist as if remembering chains, his fingertips toying with the material of his sleeve. “I have a history of violence. Unspeakable acts of violence, cruelty beyond measure.” You found your voice, then, interrupting Jasper’s assault on himself.
“I know you, Jasper. You’re a good person. I know your… lifestyle required, at some time, human life-” Jasper’s eyes locked on yours, his brow hinting at adoration, hiding a deep-rooted pain, the bitterness of which you could almost taste on the tip of your tongue. He chuckled grimly, more exhale than laughter, his head shaking.
“How quickly you’d forgive a few human lives lost. I’m afraid it’s… much more than that.” His fingers began rolling up his sleeve, exposing the flesh of his arm closest to you, the perfection of his marble skin drawing your attention. He cuffed the sleeve above the crease of his elbow, reaching forward to take your hand in his. Without speaking, he guided your fingertips along the curve of his wrist, watching your expression carefully as you encountered the strange texture. Before either of you could speak, he moved your hand a fraction higher on his arm, your hand following the raised crescent under his. Your lips parted in confusion as Jasper exposed his dozens of markings, his hand releasing yours at the crease of his elbow. Your eyes flashed to his, confusion painting your features. Jasper’s eyes were darkened by something bordering fear and concern. “Venom is the only substance that can scar our skin. When a vampire bites another, it leaves,” he traced a curving line on his forearm, twisting his skin beneath your touch as you followed his hand, “a mark almost impossible for humans to detect.” Your breath was expelled from your lungs as you began to understand.
“Jasper, what happened to you?” you cried, your hands trembling as you twisted his arm around, your eyes finding nearly imperceptible bite marks on his skin.
“Vampires have wars, just as humans do. I was… drafted, you could say, and I fought for decades. It was all I knew. I didn’t think that there was another way of life. I… followed orders, and I…” He smoothed your hand from his arm, his touch not insensitive, but reeking of severance. “For every mark on my skin, another vampire is dead. Someone who felt, someone who loved, someone with family. One, maybe three for every scar.” He watched you, cautiously, as you calculated the damages Jasper had dealt. “They’re not just on my arm. They’re all over my body. I’ve killed hundreds of vampires and countless humans. I just… I know you would think differently of me if my eyes were red. This… this is lasting proof of the… the violence and the blood lust… I’m not good. I couldn’t keep it from you any longer, I had to tell you because you don’t deserve-” you extended your hand, your palm cradling his face. Jasper hesitated for the briefest of moments, surprised by your touch, before leaning against your hand.
“You can’t say that,” you began, your voice trembling as your emotions caught in your throat, Jasper’s eyes wrenching closed. “How can you say you aren’t good? Jaz, you denied your natural food source to keep from hurting people. You feel guilt for what you’ve done, what someone made you do. These don’t define you, Jasper,” you whispered, smoothing over the dozens of crescent bites that littered his arms. “You’re as good as they come. Your eyes are evidence enough, but I know you.” His eyes remained closed, his face moving to turn away. You placed your hand against his far shoulder, turning him to face you. “Thank you for telling me, Jasper. It couldn’t have been easy.” He inhaled slowly, his lips parting over tentative words.
“Could you forgive me?” he whispered, his voice drenched with emotion, his brow pinching in fear. You smiled softly, your fingers toying with the neckline of his sweater.
“Everyone has a past, Jaz. There are things I’ve done that you don’t know about. There’s nothing to forgive. There’s no shame in preserving your life. Hell, if I was with you, I probably would’ve done the same if I saw someone sinking their teeth into the man I love.” Jasper grinned, ducking his head as it shook.
“What did I do to deserve you?” You smiled, your eyes open and honest on his, your fingers tucking a curl behind his ear, his eyes falling to your lips.
“You stayed alive long enough for me to fall in love with every part of you, good and bad.” You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his hands securing you to his chest, pulling you into his lap. “I should be asking you the same question-” his lips were on yours, fully and passionately, his joy a quiet taste on your tongue. You tangled your fingers in his hair, a hand falling to his neck, your fingertips encountering another scar near the edge of his jaw. You separated from him to press a tender kiss to the raised edge, Jasper’s hand smoothing over your hair. You brought your lips to his ear, your voice a whisper against his skin. “I’m not sure I can forgive you just yet for scaring me half to death, today.” Jasper pulled away from you, his brow knotted in confusion. “I thought you were breaking up with me. The quiet, the car, ‘we need to talk,’” Jasper’s eyes sparkled, his chest shaking as he laughed. “But no, you pull me out of Physics to try to convince me to leave you? And yet, the whole time, you’re… what, afraid I’d listen to your botched reasoning and leave you over a few battle scars? Unbelievable.” He shook his head, mumbling an apology atop a chuckle. You turned your face, haughtily denying his plea. “Give me one good reason why I should forgive you,” you demanded, watching the vampire’s golden eyes glow warmly as they met your own.
“I love you,” he said simply, his features erupting with joy as you dove back towards his lips. All was forgiven.
prompt: it certainly wasn’t an easy task being someone’s guardian angel. all your life you’ve only known of protecting lin from harm’s way so when you’re kicked out of heaven, you truly know nothing but to protect your ever so clumsy human.
a/n: this was inspired by my favorite tv show, supernatural, and the song heaven by troye sivan. i might make this into a multiple part series who knows.
You watched Lin crossing the street, anxiously sitting on your hands and biting your lip as the brunette clumsily bumped into various pedestrians trekking the same busy Manhattan streets as him, his head down as he continued to quickly made his way through town haphazardly.
‘He needs to be more careful! He can get hurt!’ You muttered to yourself, gasping as Lin crossed the street, his head still down as he looked at his journal. A taxi cab was flying down the street, barrelling towards Lin, and didn’t appear to be slowing down anytime soon.
You stopped the moment, flying down to Earth to move Lin out of the dangerous situation before returning to Heaven to watch over your human.
1. The way he leans towards you, into your, over you, chewing the inside of his lip and scrunching his eyebrows, and the way it makes you feel knowing that his intensified focus is directed towards you.
2. His legs, taking up all of the room on the plane, in the car, under the desk when you’re trying to find your way down between his legs and his knees keep knocking you in the side of the head as you giggle. But you never mind, you’ve always been small enough to compensate for his bigness.
3. You’ll never meet a man more confident in his beliefs, and yet still so open to those of others.
4. His voice, lulling you to sleep every evening and waking you up inside of a dream every morning. The first words that roll across his tongue in the mornings sound like thunder shaking the bones of your house, begging you to kiss the tiredness away.
5. His ability to allow himself to become open to vulnerability, and his understanding of the occasional necessity of this.
6. The way he feels and wants and loves bigger than anyone you have ever met. Every case he becomes emotionally attached to. Every family of a victim is given his personal phone number in case they need someone to talk about their loss. Every town he sleeps in becomes another home for him to reminisce when he is lonely.
7. The tea tin you find in the floor in between his bedside table and his bed frame. You pick it up, intending to put it in the drawer of his nightstand so it doesn’t get lost, but end up opening it out of curiosity when you hear shuffling inside as you lift it. Inside are tickets. Hundreds and hundreds of plane tickets. As you start shuffling through, you realize that if you looked, you’d be able to find matching ones just like them somewhere in your own apartment. All of the places you have been together, nestled safely in this tiny box.
8. His unfaltering trust and support. When you were a child, you had your sister. Even after two separate lifetimes of growing in opposite directions, you could still read each others minds. When you lost her, it took you nearly three months before you realized that you had him. He rarely understands at first, but, God, he never stops trying to.
9. His hands. Resting protectively on the small of your back. Holding your shoulders, so narrow that his fingers meet at your spine, as gently as you would hold an injured bird. Gripping the hair at the base of your neck. Pressing into, bruising even, the porcelain skin of your hips. Tracing the slope of your nose downwards, catching on your bottom lip, the tip of his thumb slipping into your mouth. Holding your hand in his, always and always and always and always.
10. The way he loves you back. Everything you give to him he takes and consumes and loves and he uses it and takes it and amplifies it and hands it right back to you. Everyday you wake up, unsure of where your job will take you next. But you are always safe, warm in the blanket of his love. You never knew how greatly you needed a safety net until he volunteered his mind and his heart and his body for yours. You wonder if God made his hands so big to better hold and protect your little heart.
need to hold you (27) p: bringing up the hands to cup the other person’s face while kissing
ever since you met taehyung, you came by the water more than you usually would. apart from the cooling welcome of the waves that made space for you to enter, his arms of a safety net comes around you. your feet anticipates the soft surface of his tail, before allowing him to stable your weight but he always does it so effortlessly.
“been waiting for you,” he mumbles under his breath, gently guiding you backwards until you feel the surface of the rock greets your back. it doesn’t hurt, however. it’s… pleasant. a bit rough but when it’s been underwater since god knows when it’s not so bad with taehyung’s touch.
“yeah?” you muse, tilting your chin up to brush the tip of your noses together, making him groan.
he leans in and rather than seeing it, you feel it first. his breath hitting your lips as he exhales, the movement of his lips affecting the way the air enters your lungs; everything he does magnifies twice as much being in the same world as him - even if it’s just for a moment.
his lips press against yours just as your hands find leverage on his shoulders, squeezing them like how he puts pressure on your hips. you let him take the lead as he sets a slow, gentle pace. you can feel his smile, you can taste it on his tongue, you let it consume you and shake you to your bones as he hums with his every being of loving you and only you - you smile.
it grows bigger than your heart does when you feel his hands gliding up your sides to reach your face. icy cold dots turn into strokes before his palm warms up against your skin with his lips pressing harder to imprint his love on you. locked fingers by the nape of his neck, a metronome ticking on his skin as your nails trace the veins embedded within, he shudders. because every detail and movement you do, he realizes and he takes it into consideration to feel it all at once and it’s overwhelming.
but the good kind.
taehyung pulls back and grins at the sight of your blushing cheeks. he carefully strokes the under of your eyes and you open then, having not notice they were closed. you meet with his gaze and when your nose starts to paint a light shade of pink, he grows a little bit worried.
“are you cold?”
“…we should get you out,”
“you don’t look too happy about that,”
“i never look happy when you’re about to go far away from me,”
Request: Can you do a scenario where “y/n” and t.o.p have had so much sexual tension and have had to keep it on lockdown and hide it from the rest of the group. But finally get a moment to unleash all the sex and aggression? A/N: Idk if this is the longest smut ever, but this is pretty damn long. I always imagined, and honestly believe, that TOP himself is aggressive or can be in the bedroom. He has attributes that he’s either said or I’ve noticed that lead me to believe that, so that’s how I’ve written him here. He’s aggressive and takes charge, and rips panties off with a look. Also, if you don’t need a metaphorical cigarette after reading this, I must have done something wrong. ENJOY!! Warnings: This is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written. SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! So much smut. There is also some BDSM, Dominant and Submissive play hinted in here. So please, be careful while reading.
Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owner! Genre: TOP x Reader Words:5276
Rating: M (mature themes, death, blood, sexual themes in the next chapter)
Status Ongoing, part 2 coming soon
Kim Taehyung has been your mortal enemy ever since you were fifteen. He wasn’t always such a monster, but he entered a downward spirl after death had started to surround him. He was a vampire - everyone already thought he was an evil being, so why not make their nightmares come true? Encountering you after you quit vampire hunting may have been his greatest stroke of luck yet - his one and only chance to end it all.
A/N: this is my first time and trying to write an imagine, and if you enjoy it will continue writing more, please leave feedback
with your feet dragging you through the streets of new york city and eyes gazing towards the clouded sky, admiring the tall reflective glass buildings which make you feel so small, you deeply inhale as the fresh air takes up the room in your lungs, holding your breath for a second to try to ease your mind and body from the various emotions and sensations which surround you. With every passing stranger who joins you on this street sometimes without consent, your mind grasps onto the emotion which emanates from their souls the most, sharing their pain, fear, anger, sadnesses, happiness and so much more. Exhaling now, feeling the air slowly leave your lungs you bring your attention back down from the sky focusing on the back of the heads of the figures passing you by. your soft (E/C) eyes observe the colors trailing behind their bodies as they walk, the different hues representing different and mixed emotions.
This power you had this thing which you were born with, was more of a curse than anything special you had taught yourself how to control it but with these overcrowded streets, it had become a difficult task. When you felt certain emotions and saw certain hues they triggered your memory, things you didn’t want to re-live and some you never knew were there. your past was a blur, too many gaps to know what was real and what was made up, it frustrates you not being able to know but if you tried to remember, you could already tell that the pain would overwhelm the good.
It felt like a normal Monday in New York, people flocked the city fighting for taxis, rushing to work, grabbing lunch and repeating the same cycle which took over their life. as you continued your daily walk something felt off, something was different about this morning a sort of darkness was carried through the air and it played on your mind for the next couple of moments. with your very next breath, your head began to spin, the blood was running so fast through your veins, you felt your chest tighten and with your hand reaching towards your heart your legs buckle under the weight of your body. The strangers which had once past you were now sprinting towards you, you were overwhelmed, you could feel their anger, confusion pain and hear the screams and cries telling you to run. as they scrambled towards where you’re crouched the color red blurred your vision,
With shaky legs, you stand onto your feet, picking up the pace and breaking into a sprint, you heard the three letter word leaving the lips of so many people and it’s what you did, but instead in the opposite direction. Your mind was pounding as you felt the fear surrounding you but you kept on running. this atmosphere felt so normal to you, an environment which you could excel in. Up ahead gunshots were fired, a sound which brought excitement to your ears, sirens were echoing throughout New York drowning out the screams of civilians who were looking for shelter from the streets. The smell of smoke lingered throughout the city polluting the air. Running faster towards the scene your (d/H) reached towards your back underneath your black leather jacket and above your tail bone where you kept your favorite gun. in one swift move, your hand clasped around the already loaded gun and brought it to your side giving you the sense of wholeness. dodging through the deserted cars which cluttered your path sliding over the bonnets of a few, what you saw in front of you brought joy. The action, the guns, the fighting, destruction, and death made you feel alive and strong feelings which should make your bones shake but have the complete opposite effect. S.H.E.I.L.D already knew about you, you were sure of it but as the scene unfolded you could make out the S.H.E.I.L.D had turned against the Avengers. you were a stranger to the Avengers and they to you, But you had always agreed on their idea of right and wrong and with them against S.H.E.I.L.D you easily picked your target. Taking cover behind a building you scanned the senary and scoped out your targets. S.H.E.I.L.D mercenaries were all dressed in black which may have helped camouflage them at night but in broad daylight made them easy to pick off. To your right, you could see captain America and black widow taking on the mercenaries and up above on the bridge more were zip lining down towards the chaos below. The adrenaline rushed through your body, pearls of sweat forming on your brows and with a steady hand you peered out from the building focusing on the zip lines and aimed at their heads, right between the eyes. with your finger curled around the trigger in a moment of seconds, 10 rounds leave your ears ringing. your shots were aimed perfectly, eyes trailing their falling bodies towards the ground.
your feet lead you into the open and quickly take cover behind one of the black vans while looking out into the distance. you notice that black widow hasn’t got her back covered. pulling yourself up onto the van you dangerously use the pile up of vehicles to your advantage to get to her quick but in the process, you know you an easy target. Running and jumping from vehicle to vehicle you hear bullets wisping past your head and realize you need a better gun. diving down from a truck you put a mercenary into a head lock with your thighs and with a forceful swing your gun makes contact with his head and he falls towards the ground. taking the akm which his hands were still clamped around you ran towards black widow shooting the targets running towards her from behind. Rushing to her side you cover her back as she makes her way towards caption America.
“good shot and you are,” she says looking towards you yet not taking her eyes off the mercenaries surrounding you.
“(Y/N) and no problem, whats the mission”
making more ground towards the bridge you notice another man with wings strapped to his back and holding a gun, the road was now covered with more injured and dead than alive and with a slight smile you realized you were on the winning side.
Meeting up with captain America you all take cover behind another truck
“(Y/N) this is Steve, and call me Nat, up on the bridge is sam. sadly I can’t tell you what the mission is at this moment but this whole scene is nearly over, stick with me” nodding to show your understanding you follow Nat running behind her and she makes her way closer to Sam. “Wait here (Y/N) and cover me”
focusing on her body with the AKM gripped tightly with both hands, finger lightly making contact with the trigger the sound of a machine gun is brought to your attention and you follow the sound which pierces through the air. as your eyes make out the person aiming the machine gun towards Steve and Nat, your whole world comes to a stop. With widened eyes, your mouth drops opening quickly inhaling, gasping for air. confusion ran through your head, and all of a sudden your body became so heavy, giving way and slouching against one of the cars you were hiding behind. The AKM fell from your fingertips, the metal meeting the concrete next to your feet. looking down, your head spins as old memories flooded your mind from a time so long ago. Ducking your head back out with eyes scanning over his body you felt your stomach twist and turn. you watched as he jumped down from the bridge with the machine gun and his side, long dark hair falling perfectly around his face with both arms holding the gun making it look so light. you are drawn to his metal arm, glistening as the sunlight meets it, you could almost feel the tingles the cold touch of his arm would leave on your skin.
Picking up your gun you take out the rest of the mercenaries leaving your cover and rushing into the open. With only a few rounds left you rush over to Nat who is crouching where your first 10 bullets litter the ground. Everything happens so fast and before you know it Steve is fighting him. Punches are thrown, steves shield is thrown around, knives are pulled out and then it was down to fists. Steve grabs onto his mask throwing it towards the ground and from where you and Nat are crouched you can see his face. His cold blue eyes meet you own sending shivers down your spine. his eyes match his face, blank. with your eye brows scrunched together more memories flood your mind, your breathing picks up with it the faintest whisper leaves your lips “Bucky” As he turns to face Steve you see Steves face mirror yours, mouth open, eyebrows scrunched and eyes open wide “Bucky?” he says loudly still in shock not knowing what to do. His face changes a slight glimpse of confusion washes over his face “ Who the hell is Bucky” is the last thing Steve hears before he rushes off into the distance.
“ The winter soldiers name is Bucky? you know him?” Nat says as Steve comes rushing over.
“ i don’t know how, b bbut that was Bucky,” Steve says looking over the both of you.
those words, The winter soldier played on your mind for the next few moments before you darted in the direction he ran off into, hearing your name being called by Nat and Steve. you were fast at running but not as fast as Bucky and with the memories of your past coming back to you so quickly you couldn’t concentrate on running. With Bucky being a couple of meters ahead of you a word quickly came to mind
“ добросердечный” Bucky slowly stopped, turning around to face you his eyes meeting yours with his hands at his sides opening from the fists they were once in. with caution, you moved towards him with every step making you feel that he was someone so close to you yet so far away. you felt the words rising from your throat into your mouth and onto the tip of your tongue
“ I remember you” tears began to pool in your eyes as he stared so blankly at you “we used to train together, go on mmiissions” the words stuttered out of your mouth as you began to understand why he brought back so many memories. with a shaky hand, you brought the palm to his cheek cupping the side of his face as the tears escaped from your eyes. “after that mission I thought I had lost you, thought you were dead” you choked on the words as flashes of memories came together. “do you not remember me at all?” you watched as his eyes looked over your face and body watching is facials change. He grabbed you hand with his metal arm and you felt the cold sensation it left on your skin. he gently removed your hand from his cheek and let it rest by your side.
you watched as he breathed in with his lips parting ready to speak “tell Steve I’m sorry”
His gaze was now past your shoulder and you turned to see Steve and Nat running towards you, and as you turned back to face him he was already out of sight. “(Y/N) are you alright, did he hurt you?” Steve said as he noticed your tear stained cheeks “How can he remember you but not me?” you replied feeling the rage and sadness swarm over your body. looking at Nat and Steve all you saw were their mouths hung open, gawking at what you had just said. Nat came rushing over embracing you in a hug, at first you left your arms hanging by your side but you managed to bring them up to hug her back. looking at Steve over her shoulder you could tell he was confused. “He didn’t remember me” you painfully said into the Nats shoulder as she rocked you back and forth
❤ - go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other (w/ tattooartist!namjoon)
When your friend (a.k.a the devil himself Jeon Jungkook) said that he had the perfect match for you, honestly (apart from telling him to jump off the cliff) you were rather intrigued. Jungkook painted him to be a person you somehow had intentions of meeting - based on his mutual likings and interest, you were in for it. However, when Jeon set the date up and told you of the venue, your gut feeling didn’t feel too good.
Yet, you went through with it because hey, Jungkook is a nice person. So whoever he tried to play cupid with couldn’t possibly be that bad.
Your conclusion was up for a testimony as you situate yourself in front of the description Jungkook left you in bullet point form. Purple hair, a black cargo jacket hanging on his shoulders with a pair of jeans and whatever shoes because who cares. He smiles at you the moment you sit down and he extends his arm to Jungkook’s detailed text message of: red summer dress, flats, okay that’s all you get, hyung and although he wanted to punch Jungkook at the throat, he’s happy said boy didn’t say much.
Because boy was he blown away with the beauty in front of him. Bright eyes, brighter smile, he feels his heart warming up already even though you haven’t said anything.
“I’m Namjoon,” He introduces himself, deep raspy voice shaking you to your bone and you try your best to stay collected, reaching forward to slip your hand in his, “Y/N,”
He stood corrected. You even sound pretty what the fuck.
“S-So, uh… shall we see what to eat?”
“Sure,” You grin, picking up the menu and with a soft what on earth, you scan through the price and your heart is pounding too hard because Jeon, you’re dead meat. The digits could skyrocket to your purse’s death and based on how light it would be after you eat here, it could fly to the heaven’s. Gulping, you try to look elsewhere, away from the blaring thousand dollars for some gold burger on the menu to land on - Namjoon flinches at the touch along the back of his hand but doesn’t move away.
Instead, he lowers his menu to see you admiring his line of chain tattooed to his skin and he smiles, meeting with your eyes when you tilt your chin up and is it weird he adores how you snap back to your senses with a quick I’m so sorry! and try to muster up a reason you touched him without asking? Yet, he would let you anyway? He tells you it’s fine, and carries it on with: “You like tattoos?”
“W-Well,” You put the menu down, straightening your back, “I think they’re interesting. Like, the stories behind them, the meaning and…” He sees how you’re unable to continue, only following your gaze of your curiosity to the cuffs of his jacket to reveal the ink on his wrist. His mind is completely off from the special deals, on to lifting his sleeve slightly, “Do you want to see them?”
“Could I?” He takes it back, he loves how wide your eyes become and have filled with adoration in them.
“Yeah but,” He leans in, to which you do subconsciously, “I don’t think this place would appreciate me putting on a free show to my tattoos,”
“…we could go somewhere else,”
“Where do you propose?”
“I know this burger place down the block,” He’s about to agree but you - “And I may or may not have gotten my first tattoo at the joint behind,”
“…you’re kidding,” His eyes are as wide as the moon, his mouth gaping at - “You have a tattoo?”
With a chuckle, you rise to your feet and extend your hand to him, “C’mon. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,”
Without missing a beat, Namjoon grabs onto your hand.
a/n: Because who doesn’t love evil, vampire Taehyung?
Blood stained lips glistened under the
ivory moonlight, nothing but wickedness gleaming in his wild eyes
that stared you down. Small flecks of red painted the corners of his
mouth, running a smooth path down his chin only to fall onto the
forest floor in fresh drops of crimson.
Summary: Steve comforts you when you become scared of a thunderstorm.
Word Count: 1,300
Steve looks up from the report he has been reading, signing the bottom line absently as his forehead creases and his mouth sets in a thin, straight line. He had left the curtains parted, never quite getting tired of the beautiful Manhattan skyline visible from this far up in Stark’s tower. The city had grown so much since Steve last remembered.
But today, his eyes narrow and he sets his pen down. Dark grey, ominous clouds loom just close enough to know that a storm will hit within minutes. Steve gets on his feet and turns his body towards the door. He knows you’re somewhere around the floor. Last time he had seen you, you had been holding a lively conversation with Sam. He smiles, glad that you had effortlessly become an essential part of his makeshift family.
One-shot were the reader is in a secret relationship with Kylo and there is a break-out of Syphilis and everyone who is sexually active has to get tested and the reader is in line and he pulls her aside and Kylo ask why she is in the line and Kylo interrupts her and says there isn’t anyone else but her and there will never be anyone else but her.
Words: 1.7 K +
A/N: I had a hard time trying to understand, so I’m sorry if I didn’t write what was being asked. Thanks for the request, though! And I hope that it’s alright/what was wanted.
With the day already long and exhausted through your ten-hour shift, you bent over, running your fingers down the stack of files you had yet to do. Peeling back the last place you had stopped, you squinted your eyes against the text and brought the tip of your metal mug to your mouth, taking a large sip of the cheap, black coffee you had gotten from the employee lounge before cringing slightly due to the bitter taste as you moved silently back to your desk. Reading down the small, twelve point font, the remnants of a headache you had experienced yesterday still throbbed at your temple.
There was then a slight knock on your door, startling you from the statistics that were recorded last week on the Starkiller Base. You were in control of keeping track of them, a tedious job that cost you hours of much-wanted sleep.
Lazily, you glanced up, watching the door swing open and your colleague, Rylan, walk in. His black suit pulled around his chest, zipped up to the neck with the red logo of the First Order sewed into both of his shoulders.
He was the closest thing you had to a friend, on the desolate, brisk base. Well, besides your boyfriend, who was conveniently the leader of the Knights. However, though the two of you had been seeing each other well over six months, no one knew of the relationship.
Things were better that way, and usually, you would have avoided sleeping with your boss. But Kylo… It was like the room was set on fire when he walked in. And he was infatuated with you. Through his mask, you could tell he was staring at you, examining you. Only a week after officially meeting him, you two, in a fit of exasperated kisses, had stumbled into your quarters.
That night was going to be your first time since, well, it had been about five years since you had slept with someone. Kylo, in the midst of kissing you, nibbling at your bottom lip and moving his hands down your waist, had suddenly stopped as soon as you had slid your hand to the hem of his pants. And that was it. Over the past six months, the both of you haven’t had sex. Which was okay… Considering you only actually saw Kylo about three times a month, whether it be that he was on a mission, or you were buried in work.
Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, Rylan looked you over, cocking an eyebrow and then sighing.
“There’s been a breakout.”
“What?” You questioned. He cleared his voice, a smug smile plastered on his face.
“Anyone who is sexually active is required to get in line and get tested for syphilis.” Letting your mouth fall open, you sucked in a breath and cracked a small chuckle. It amused you, how many idiots were actually working here and how every day in some form or way, you were reminded of it. “A pretty girl like you must have something to hide, right?”
“Takes one to know one.” You scoffed while you slid your mug clear of getting knocked over, standing up from your uncomfortable chair. The two of you moved out of the room, your shoes thudding against the ground and echoing across the black walls. The hallway was brightly lit with white lights that hung from the ceiling, blinding you from the darkness of your office. Your eyes adjusting to the new atmosphere, Rylan led you two stories down, then, there, you spotted a line of a hundred people or more, all waiting annoyingly.
Rylan pursed his lips, leaning his weight over to his left hip and looking you up and down. You furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes low with sleep deprivation, dark circles surrounding them. Only furthering the obvious but sickening look. While you looked ahead, curiosity striking your mind, wondering who was getting some, you spotted the last person you wanted to see at that moment. Kylo.
He was striding through the hallway, his dark eyes concealed by an even darker mask, his black robes moving elegantly around his long legs. Your stomach dropped and your heart skipped a beat, your skin suddenly burning as you looked at him. Even from a distance, he loomed over your height like a shadow. And you knew that the instant he spotted you, you’d have to explain why you were there. There was none, other than to get it done with, prove that you were negative whilst giving the impression that you were getting laid. Rylan, noticing that your eyes were glued on the leader of the Knights of Ren, bumped your shoulder. Giving you a weird look and then realizing that the boss was coming towards you.
“Shit…” You cursed under your breath, looking down and tapping your foot nervously. Your bones seemed to lock in their place and you clenched your jaw, the energy around you now tense, suffocating. Rylan kept his eyes on Kylo, wearily studying how he moved, which changed, the second he saw you. It was hesitant, personal. Rylan shuddered just as Kylo reached you.
“Ren…” You muttered, badly wishing you were elsewhere.
“May I speak to you?”
You were reluctant, aching to refuse to go with him. Yet, you knew that if you stood your ground against him it would cause a scene and it would end up biting you in the ass. So you nodded slightly, awkwardly meeting Rylan’s gaze from the corner of your eyes before walking in front of Kylo and heading down the hall, to the nearest door, then scanning it open, holding the cold metal handle in your hand. Pushing the heavy door open, you hurried into the darkness, quickly turning around, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“Kylo-” You blurted out as his helmet clicked open, a slight whine coming from the metal as it slid away from his face. He dropped it on the counter beside him, the thud shaking through your bones. Looking up into his wide eyes, you pressed your lips into a fine line.
“Why are you in that line? Have you been…”
His words caused you to then move closer to him. Grabbing onto the fabric of his robes, you knotted your fingers and shook your head. “I would never. Kylo I wouldn’t betray you like that. I’ve slept with no one, in the last five years or something.”
“A virgin? No, why would you…” Looking down at your shoes, a blind moment of shock escaped your lips in the form of a gasp. “You’ve never had sex.”
Kylo’s face hardened and he pulled away from you without warning, rubbing his eyes and then running his fingers through his thick black hair. You licked your bottom lip, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’ve never met anyone I wanted to, give myself to.”
Dread filled your veins and the smile dropped. “That’s why you didn’t want to sleep with me that night…”
Kylo, spinning around, met your eyes, and in the next moment, you felt his hands cup your face. Bringing your face down, you gently leaned into his touch while his forehead met yours. “I want you. Y/N… God… I need you. That night-I don’t know what happened. It wasn’t because of you.”
“If I’m not the one Kylo-then just say it. Just get it over wi-”
Inturrupting you with a hurried voice, Kylo pushed forward, “You’re the only one. You’re the one, y/n… Dammit, I love you. And there’s never going to be anyone else.” Before grazing his lips against yours, inhaling sharply. His breath hot against your cheek, your skin itched under his touch and you opened your tear-filled eyes.
“You love me…”
“And that’s a promise.”
“People break promises.” You whispered, burying your fingers in his hair and closing your eyes once again, savoring the moment in which you could feel his heart beat against yours.
“I don’t.” Kylo uttered the second his lips met yours in a fit. The kiss lingered for a few seconds, still deep in a trance, you hummed slightly, leaning against his built chest. “But…” He continued, “are you sure that you weren’t in that line because… We haven’t been able to-”
“Kylo. If I wanted anyone else, I wouldn’t be with you.” You pursued your words with a sharp edge, hastily pulling away and looking up at him, your hands sliding to his chest. “And I don’t have syphilis.”
Kylo let out a small chuckle and then mulled over his thoughts. Running his thumb over your jawline before giving a simple nod. “We should get back.”
“Before anyone becomes suspicious.” You agreed.
However, following Kylo outside after he had hidden his gentle complexion behind his mask, you met Rylan back in the line, adjusting your black coat around your hips and lifting your chin. Clearing his throat, Rylan looked at you with wild eyes, his lips slightly agape.
“What was that?” He asked, turning his head a centimeter to the side as he questioned you.
“He just wanted to know what the statistics were for the past…” Looking at Rylan, you trailed off and sighed. “It’s not any of your concern.”
“Oh… My god. Are you guys sleeping together? Does he have???”
You couldn’t contain your laughter as you bent down, sucking in a raspy breath, trying to collect yourself. Then, leaning back, you smiled at Rylan, not caring that half of the people around you were staring at you, due to your hysterics.
“Nope, you’re not sleeping together? He doesn’t have syphilis? Which ONE.” Raising his voice, the scene only caused you to nearly start laughing again. A pair of stormtroopers glanced at you from down the hall, and you just shook your head.
You curtsy back with a laugh before shaking your head. “What god awful thing did you do this time, Negan?”
“Ya know what, that fuckin’ hurts my fuckin’ feelin’s. Who the fuck says I did any-fuckin’-thing bad?”
“Beyond the shit-eating grin and bow?” He was too charming for his own good…for your own good as you grip the lapels of his jacket and let your lips brush his. “Give it up, big man, or I’ll have to get rough with ya.”
Negan’s pulls you up against his chest, his laugh shakes your bones, before his lips brand yours with a demanding kiss. When he pulls back you’re both breathless. “I got ya somethin’.”
“If you say your dick, I swear to god —” Another kiss stops you as he stuffs the gift into your hand. You break the kiss, look down in shock. “Oh my god!”
“Fuckin’ A,” he grins in pride. “Did fuckin’ good, didn’t I?”
You smile up at him. “Oh, you did very good.”
“Do I get fuckin’ prize?” He smirks, pressing into you.
“For this? Abso-fucking-lutely,” you grin, pressing back.
“Fan-fuckin’-tastic!” He cheers, before yanking the Twinkie from your hand. “This one’s mine,” he cheekily grins as he steps back, raising the treat high above your head to open it.
“Negan!” You scold, laughing as he stuffs it in his mouth.
“Fuck me hard, these’re fuckin’ amazin’,” Negan declares, eyes nearly rolling back, before smiling down at you. “The rest in the truck are all yours, beautiful.”
Requested by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for my 500 Followers celebration. Turned out cuter than I expected, but I couldn’t resist doing a bit of a throwback to my “Negan loves Twinkies” headcanon, lol! Hope you like it!!
❤ - go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other (w/ bartender!taehyung)
Going to bar was one of the few things you’d to to pass the time but as of late, you hadn’t been able to drop by as much as you would like to. You had your own functions and things to handle and to appreciate… a little someone’s company wasn’t a valid reason to squeeze that in between to take a fifteen minutes trip from where you lived. However, you were forced to make time to leave the confinement of your home when your friend seemed to have better plans than getting dinner on a Friday night.
That little brat set you up on a date - a blind date! You told him the same thing you told anyone who tried: you could get a man if you wanted to. But… well… let’s just give it a shot, eh? What’s the worst thing that could happen?
A surprise shows up in a blue denim jacket with a white tank underneath along with a pair of black slacks to go with it. Brown hair that you have grown accustom to seeing with eyes that you’ve stared into more than the times you have ever gotten drunk. It was none other than - “Taehyung…?”
“So this is why you don’t stop by the bar anymore?”
“You… know Jimin?”
He scoffs a laugh and motions you to sit, in which you do before he replies with: “Known that kid since I could walk and curse his name. The question here is how do you know him?”
“I’m a close friend of his friend. We met at a party and we clicked so ever since we sort of…” You can’t finish your words when he’s doing that thing even when you visit the bar. His eyes won’t tear away from yours, as if he’s trying to see his reflection in your eyes or find out what’s hidden behind them, weave out the thoughts so it’ll soothe the ones erratically shaking his heart - Taehyung just… he wants to know a lot of things.
So happen, those things revolve around you.
“Do we click?”
“Do you want to find out?”
He chuckles, like the ones he lets you hear at the bar but when it’s not to crowded and you can have him one to one like this… it’s different. But a good kind of different.
“I kind of know the answer already but sure, why not?”
“You read my mind.”
((as taehyung leans back with a grin on his face, the aftermath of his kiss still lingering on your lips. his fingers trace up your cheek before he tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. his voice shakes you to your bones, but with his grip around you he’s the only one keeping you up at this point.
“so… about your question about whether we clicked. were you right?”