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sooniebby · 1 year

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ఌ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

꧁ 𝙆𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 2.5k

Rating › SFT

Warnings › none

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(Name) was a very outgoing person. Everyone had at least hugged him once—since he was a very touchy person. But he never went overboard.

Most of his classmates always had a good experience with him. It was a shame that his family had to move but (Name) never saw the bad in leaving—he could always make new friends.

Maybe a boyfriend too. He really wanted a boyfriend.

(Name) wasn’t exactly a sports guy. He preferred cooking. His hobbies were more traditionally feminine but he never saw it that way. What he liked is what he liked.

Besides, cooking was a great way to break the ice to new people.

(Name) placed a bag of cookies on each of his classmates desk, stating his name to each person. His classmates either looked surprised or happy. Who could turn down cookies?

When (Name) reached a student with his eyes glued to a PlayStation Portable, (Name) grinned. He wasn’t a gamer but his little sister was. Oh, she’d just love this random guy.

“My sister loves games!”

The guy looked up at him before giving him a curt nod. He looked a bit awkward—he didn’t say anything else before looking back at his console. (Name) took that as him being shy.

“What’s this console called? She doesn’t have it, I might have to get it for her!” (Name) grinned. He knew what it was called.

“Uh, it’s a PlayStation Portable…”

“Cool. I’m Hirai (Name).”

“Kenma Kozume.”

It was silent after that. (Name) hummed, knowing he’d have to try a little harder at getting Kenma to open up. He smiled and placed the bag of cookies on his desk before walking away.

He’d continue trying.

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“Kenma!!! What games do you like to play?”

“Kenma!! When did you start playing volleyball?”

“Kenma?! Why haven’t you eaten lunch yet?! Are you trying to die?!”

“Kenma!! I made cookies for you and Kuroo!! Oh, maybe I should make more for the whole team!”

“Kenma—”

Kenma wanted to kill himself. He wasn’t sure how he got (Name) follow him around like a puppy looking for it’s mommy. At first, it was fine. (Name) just wanted to get to know a classmate.

But then it lasted more than two weeks. It’s almost been three months. (Name) was still talking to him. Even his usual self that put off other people was just making (Name) get closer.

(Name)’s voice was now stuck in is head. He was sure just hearing his name could give him a heart attack. It didn’t help that his teammates, especially Kuroo, kept laughing whenever (Name) came to visit him during practice.

“He probably likes you,” Kuroo said.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, why’s that so surprising. No one would do what he does for just a friend.” Lev said, earning a glare from Kenma. When was he invited into the conversation?

Kenma shrugged it off but he did wonder. Did (Name) like him? The first few weeks it seemed like (Name) was stuck on trying to be his friend.

But he did notice how (Name) looked more embarrassed each time he gave him snacks. Like he was scared Kenma would say his cooking was bad or something. Not that he ever would, (Name) was pretty good at cooking.

He might as well just ask.

“Kenma!!!”

“Your boyfriend is here.”

Kenma glared at Kuroo before walking out of the gym to see (Name) holding a box. He waved at him and took the box from (Name), lifting up the covering to see what was inside.

“I know cookies can get pretty boring so I baked an apple pie! Kuroo…” (Name) blushed. “Kuroo said it’s your favorite.”

Oh. Kenma stared at (Name) in shock. He didn’t know what to do. (Name) was really annoying to him in some way but he didn’t hate him. He seemed like a good guy, just didn’t know when to leave certain people alone.

But he didn’t like him. Not like that.

Kenma hummed. “Thank you. I’ll share it with Kuroo.”

(Name)’s smile dropped before he forced a small grin. “Hope you enjoy it.”

With that, he left. Kenma didn’t know why he felt bad. He didn’t like (Name). Did he? Kenma shook his head before turning to go back inside only to see Kuroo looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“The hell was that?”

“Nothing.”

“You should just tell him if you don’t like him. So he can find someone else who does.” Kuroo said, grabbing the box from Kenma and walking back into the gym.

Kenma hated how his heart stung at that. He didn’t want (Name) to focus on anyone else. A sigh left his lips, he hated how confusing his feelings was. At the very least, he didn’t want (Name) to give some other guy the gifts he was giving him.

Was that a romantic feeling?

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“Kenma!!”

(Name) had some rough patches with figuring out if he wanted to just be Kenna’s friend or not. He thought, maybe if they went out together without Kuroo, he could figure things out. He found Kenma walking down the hallway during lunch, his head down as he paid attention his console.

A grin appeared on (Name) lips as he skipped over to him, reaching over to give him a high five. But he miscalculated how close he had gotten to Kenma that he knocked the console out of Kenna’s hand.

(Name) tried to grab it before it fell to the ground but that seemed to only make it worse as it instead fell on it’s face than the back. A sickening crack was heard as it slammed onto the ground. It was broken.

No way in hell it could’ve survived that.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident! I would’ve never done that on purpose!” (Name) kneeled down to get a clean look of the damage. He looked up to see what Kenma would say since he hasn’t said anything.

But the look Kenma gave him frightened him. He looked so angry.

“This is all you do, huh?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Ever since you got here, I haven’t been myself. Because I can’t be by myself. You’re always there like a annoying little baby.”

“Kenma….”

“That! It’s always ‘Kenma, Kenma, Kenma’! Hirai, I was trying to be nice and not say anything but if you hadn’t transferred here, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Kenma!”

(Name) just stared up at Kenma with shock. He heard Kuroo say something to Kenma but he wasn’t hearing it. His heart hurt. Was he that annoying? All he could think about was his last friendships.

Did they also hate him but was too scared to say anything?

(Name) whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He could feel the other students staring. It’s but if a big deal with one of the quietest guys in schools gets angry. And he did that.

He brought out something cruel in Kenma.

Maybe he should’ve left him alone.

“Hirai…” he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Kuroo’s. (Name) glanced up to see Kenma but he was gone. He felt his lips quiver as he turned to look at Kuroo. Kuroo looked a bit embarrassed to say the least.

But mainly as if he didn’t expect that from Kenma. No one was. But (Name) brought that out. He needed to fix his console and then leave him alone. It was the least he could do if he had caused so much inner turmoil for Kenma.

(Name) wiped away his tears and grabbed the console, wincing when his finger traced across the screen. It was shattered. Could he really fix this?

Kuroo tried to grab the console from him but (Name) pulled away, holding it to his chest.

“No. I’ll fix it. It’s my fault.”

“Hirai, it’s not your fault.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kuroo.” With that, (Name) stood up and walked away, hoping no one else could see his tears.

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“The hell was that? That wasn’t you, Kenma.”

Kuroo didn’t know what the hell was happening between Kenma and (Name). He was hardly a friend to (Name) but he liked the kid. But to see Kenma just yelling at (Name)—it was hardly yelling but it was a higher volume that Kenma had ever spoken—it made him concerned.

“Was he bothering you that much? I could’ve talked to him.”

Kenma just stared at his wall in his bedroom, sitting down on his bed. He himself wasn’t sure why he got so angry. It had a little bit to due with his losing an online gaming tournament but he wasn’t that angry about it. He couldn’t just put the blame on that.

He didn’t want it to be true but he knew it had to do with what Kuroo had said. Something about (Name) liking someone else. Yesterday, he was going to the cooking club, wanting to give (Name) a gift.

Maybe even ask to hang out but then he saw (Name) with a guy. And that guy was so close to him. He touched (Name) so freely without any care. Pulled him close by touching his waist. (Name)’s waist was so small in his hands.

Yeah, he got angry.

He was too late.

But he stupidly took it out on him. Was feelings supposed to be this complicated? He would’ve been more calm had (Name) not broken his console. It just all slipped out.

“My console…”

“Your console? Seriously?”

Kenma looked over at Kuroo. He had forgot he was even there. “No. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Are you going to at least apologize?”

Kenma simply hummed. He didn’t think he had the right to even speak to (Name). It would be best if they didn’t speak to each other again. He was obviously not ready for anything serious if he acted so childish.

But it hurt. He really wanted to try and have something with (Name). And he ruined that chance.

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It had been almost a month, winter break was tomorrow. Kenma avoided (Name) like the plague. Whenever (Name) even tried to talk about what happened, maybe try to put everything behind them, Kenma ran away.

He tried to talk to Kuroo but Kuroo simply said it wasn’t his problem. His volleyball teammates said the same. Lev was a bit more sympathetic and tried to give (Name) some ideas but ultimately said if Kenma didn’t want to talk, he couldn’t force it.

(Name) hated it. If they couldn’t be romantically together, he at least wanted to fix their friendship. It was a bit odd to his other classmates—who thought (Name) would’ve hated Kenma.

But he didn’t. He still wanted Kenma.

He wanted an apology first, don’t get him wrong but he knew Kenma didn’t mean everything he said. Kenma wasn’t that type of person. (Name) was just worried something had to have happened to Kenma that week for him to act so uncharacteristically.

Was it family trouble? Gaming? Did he not have the funds to fix the console when they both heard how it cracked.

It was damaged badly from the fall. (Name) had to visit multiple game stores to find one that had enough confidence to fix it. It was in his bag since last week. He tried multiple times to return it but only got ignored.

“Hirai, what are you doing for winter break?” A classmate, (Name)’s cooking club member, asked him as they began to pack up for the end of the day.

“Nothing really. My aunt is coming over to visit.”

His classmate smirked, “you should come over to my house.” He reached over and tugged at (Name)’s scarf. (Name) simply laughed. His classmate was a touchy person like him but he had a girlfriend.

But to Kenma, he didn’t know that. Which was why he pulled (Name) away from the guy and stormed away, tugging (Name) with him. (Name) followed him but tried to ask what was wrong.

“Kenma! What’s wrong? What happened?!”

“Kenma!! You can’t—!”

(Name) huffed when he suddenly slammed into Kenma’s back. He waited for Kenma to say something. Especially for so rudely taking him away from a conversation.

“Are you dating him?”

“Eh?” But he got no response from Kenma.

(Name) frowned. “Nikimura has a girlfriend… why do you—?” A blush appeared on his face. No way. No way, no way! Was he jealous? He waited for Kenma to say anything but only received a soft sorry before he quickly walked away.

“Kenma!! You can’t just run away!” (Name) yelled at him but that didn’t stop him. He pouted to himself. Just when he thought Kenma was maybe about to apologize and confess his love to him, he cowardly ran away.

“Hirai.”

“Oh, Kuroo!” (Name) watched as Kuroo walked over to him, wondering he saw the whole thing. He hoped not.

“I can take you to his house.”

“Really?!”

“Yea. Your couples quarrel is getting annoying at this point.” Kuroo grinned. “Also, Kenma won’t say what he’s feeling since he thinks you hate him.”

“Let’s go, quickly!” (Name) grabbed Kuroo’s hand and pulled him along.

He was excited. Very excited, he couldn’t hold in his smiles as Kuroo led him to Kenma’s house. He hoped Kenma would take the console back. And maybe, he could get that date he wanted.

Once they reached the house, Kuroo motioned for him to hide to the side. It took only two knocks before Kenma opened the door, a frown on his lips. He looked as if he was crying but (Name) couldn’t really tell. Kenma’s eyes always looked a bit sad.

“Christmas present.” Kuroo smirked.

“What? It’s not even…” Kenma’s voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of (Name). He looked panicked for a moment, wanting to run back to his room but stopped when he saw the console in (Name)’s hand.

“Here,” (Name) walked over and placed the console in his hand. “I paid to have it fixed.”

“Thank you….” Kenma frowned. “Hirai, I’m sorry. I took my anger out in you. That was wrong of me.”

“It was wrong. But I forgive you. But why did you react that way?”

Kenma blushed. “Oh…. I was, uhm, jealous.. I saw you with another guy. I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” He pulled the console up to cover his face.

(Name) giggled, reaching to push it down. “You should’ve just asked me. I only like you.”

It was silent as Kenma just stared at him. As if he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. He thought to himself that he didn’t deserve it. That he should’ve had to apologise more. Maybe pay (Name) some cash for fixing his console.

Kuroo coughed. “I don’t have all day.”

“Why are you still here?” Kenma cursed.

“I wanna see how this plays out.”

Kenma wanted to tell him that this wasn’t some kdrama but decided against it. Kuroo was the one to bring (Name) here. He’d allow it just this once.

“I think I like you too…”

“You think?”

“Kuroo!” (Name) grunted.

“Sorry.”

“Then, wanna go on a date tomorrow? I’m free,” (Name) smiled.

“Yeah… yeah, we can.”

(Name) and Kenma smiled at each other. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders. They’d have some things to discuss for a future relationship but for right now, it felt as if things would be alright for the future.

“Are you guys going to kiss now?”

“Kuroo!!!”

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Showing off my angst chops. I rarely get any requests dealing with sft so I had to do my best

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Requested by: @creamatedbody

(hope you like it)

#bottom male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader

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noyoyoy · 4 months

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I figured I’d give SOME oversight on Simon and M/n since my blog will probably focus a lot on him.

If you’d like me to go into detail with the two, I will, just let me know.

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Tw: mentions of abuse, alcohol. infidelity, age gap, blood, and murder.

Additional information:

While growing up, M/n hadn’t experienced love he deemed real. Parents always fighting, cheating on one another and screaming. Siblings never around, old enough and moved out already starting families, I guess it’s safe to say M/n was a mistake in his parents eyes. It caused M/n to hide in his room, isolate and never go out, failing school, no hobbies, just laying in bed all the time on his phone, sleeping, or crying, scared he’d one day act the same as the people he grew up with. You are your parent’s child after all.

M/n’s first ‘real’ relationship lasted more or less 3 years, it’s been so long he doesn’t remember how long he was with her. She was always talking to other guys and girls, arguing with him when she never did anything for him. But he was 13 when they started dating, 16 when they broke up due to her cheating on him. Yeah that didn’t feel good, he was always raised to be a man. Never cry, don’t show emotion, don’t be weak. But he was. M/n was sensitive by nature, growing up in a toxic environment didn’t help either, he couldn’t handle being yelled at, storms, loud noises, or confrontation without getting emotional, he couldn’t help it, he didn’t know why.

M/n and Simon overview:

When he met Simon at 18 after moving out, they bonded fairly quickly for growing up in a similar way (without the murder of his family.) They didn’t talk often, Simon being in the army was the main reason why, he didn’t have his phone often, but one perk is he let M/n stay in his home while he was gone since he had nowhere to go. Simon enjoyed coming home to someone, anyone, a friend he knew felt the same way. Since the incident when he was a teenager, he hadn’t felt any security other than the army. The blood, fighting, not having to care about what other people thought of him because he scared everyone away with his demeanor and stance. M/n made him feel again, he always had a smile on his face when Simon walked through the door, normally cooking or making Simons apartment more cozy and homey. (He asked don’t worry)

When M/n turned 19 Simon started to hang out with him more and more, talking together, cooking together, eating, even reading together in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. They both had to admit, it felt good to be at peace, no screaming, blood, gun fire. Just silence, the sound of pages turning and the smell of Pine in the house, curtesy of the candle M/n bought.

First realization:

M/n knew he liked men more so than women, his mother and last relationship blew that out the water for him. He had a fling with a man at one point during high school but it didn’t last long due to how his father acted when he found out. He was.. angry. He didn’t raise a .. homo as he would say, granted he didn’t raise him at all. M/n would never say that to his face. But with Simon.. he made him feel safe. Was it because he was older? Or the fact that he was capable of killing people as a living. Eh maybe both.

Simon never had a relationship. Growing up with a mother who worked all the time, mostly absent trying to provide for her family, while her husband and his father was a drunk who tormented him in any way possible. All he had was Tommy. Had. When he arrived home to the house disheveled, the tree knocked down, ornaments broken, glass on the floor. He knew something was wrong. And this wasn’t a ‘dad is drunk again’ wrong this was… wrong. Wrong. A wrong that made his heart sink to his feet, a wrong that made him sweat, and lose his breath. Walking through the house as quietly as he could, he stopped in the kitchen and froze at what he saw. His mother, lying on the floor, a hole in her shoulder and what looks like another wound of a knife in her side and chest. He stared at it for what felt like hours. He didn’t even want to go through the rest of the house, scared at what he’d find.

He doesn’t talk about anything else after that. Never going further and into depth about what else happened that night. Only saying that he fled and never looked back.

They might be broken and trying to piece each other together, but at least they are together. Safe, happy, and well, together. He vowed when they started dating that he’d never involve M/n into the affairs of the 141. The 141 would never know about him, no one would ever know about him. Unfortunately that changed when they got married. Having to talk to laswell about not telling price or anyone else about him. It took… much persuasion but she did keep her word. Blanked out the section where M/n’s information would go, before printing and putting it in his file.

He’ll be damned if something were to ever happen to M/n. He was his husband, and just because he doesn’t wear the mask around him, doesn’t mean he won’t bring Ghost into his life if it ment keeping him safe.

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I write fast. I have nothing better to do these days.

#simon riley x male reader #ghost cod #cod mwii #cod #male reader #artists on tumblr

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Hi its 🐺 anon! Could you write the rise turtles with an s/o who looks really intimidating at first but is a total cinnamon Roll?

Intimidating!Reader

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, aged up, inferred to be yo'kai/mutant but not explicitly mentioned

A/N: I've been told I'm pretty intimidating, so I tried my best! Raph is definitely like this...

Donnie

Normally people stayed away from him

He wasn't intimidating so to speak, but he just looked mean

Like one wrong move/word and he would destroy you verbally

Then he saw you

It wasn't love at first sight, he doesn't believe in that

But after seeing you interact with Mikey he started having feelings

If you get along with his favorite brother, you're gold in his eyes

People didn't approach you because you were intimating, could probably beat up anyone that laid eyes on you

No one approached Donnie because he will destroy their confidence, ego

But he knew the real you

He'd do anything to make you smile because it made him happy

In turn, you'd try to make him smile

You were always gentle with things, especially Donnie's projects

You gushed every time he made you something

He's down bad

Leo

He's extremely friendly

He's charismatic and sassy

People tended to like him or be pretty neutral towards him

You made him anxious, all he could think about was how you could obliterate him with a snap of your fingers

Once he saw you out with friends, you guys were grocery shopping for an elderly lady that lived next door

He fell hard

The next time Leo saw you he swallowed his anxiety and talked to you

When you started dating, he realized just how soft you were

Always putting others before yourself, like he did

You would bake and cook with his brothers

You cried almost every time he bought something for you

You protect Leo at all costs

It made him realize why his brothers hated it when he did the same thing

Mikey

He can make friends with anyone

He's sweet and playful, an absolute joy to be around

So when he met you, he was terrified.

You were intimating like Raph, but he didn't know if you had the same soft center he did

One day when Mikey was out with Todd in the woods and he saw you

You were picking flowers with some kids

You'd told him you were a teacher and you came here with the kids often

Outdoor teaching and everything

He knew he had to ask you out

You beat him to it though

Dating was a blast with you

He joins you and your class outside most days, enjoying the sun

He spent a lot of time painting with you and other hobbies you both enjoyed

No matter how gently you held out touched him, you'd apologize

He never has to use Dr. Feelings or Dr. Delicate Touch

Raph

He's pretty intimidating

People avoided him, worried he'd pulverize them

The embodiment of "looks like he can kill you, is a cinnamon roll"

Much like you

When you 2 meet, he was very guarded, wouldn't let you close to his brothers

Raph saw you volunteering, helping others and he saw that you were like him

He made a plan to ask you out

Which failed, but you 2 ended up spending a lot of time alone together

You never ended up talking about dating, but seemed to come to that agreement

You regarded his siblings with soft words

You knew they weren't kids, but because of your intimating nature, you had a habit of doing so

Raph loves cuddling with you, although it's a little rough with his spikes and shell, it's enjoyable

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livelaughlovesubs · 4 months

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Okay since people wanted me to explain why I don’t like ra-on, I’ll gladly do

It might be a long rant, also it’s my opinion.

So, I don’t even mind that they have strong libido. I mean go ahead, fuck those devils if you want, but the problem is they are supposed to be the player’s inserts. For that, this character is written way too bland.

They are way too indecisive, for example Levi’s bloodshed card, he was hurt and that dude kept saying, ‘oh I really shouldn’t do this, this is wrong,’ but what did they do? They fucked anyway. Man was on the verge of dying, and I get that he looked beautiful while doing so, there is still a time and place for everything. Then, they got hints from Levi that he wanted to do it too, okay, great, lucky you ig. But they were still so unsure of it. If you really are that desperate to do it in a graveyard with a injured man then do it with confidence, instead of keep being so unsure. Cuz if you really were that worried, you literally wouldn’t touch him. Besides, apparently they are too dumb to do first aid on him. I’m not asking them to treat his wounds, Simply putting some clothes over him would have been enough, man’s laying in the rain on the ground while bleeding my god.

Second, they are around 20-22 guess? Because minhyeok is studying and they are childhood friends. Then why are they so incompetent that they have to live off that poor man. We never heard of them having any hobbies or job, all we know about them is that they watch porn in their free time. Great. Not to mention I bet they smell, there is a comic telling us about how they’d masturbate on his chair and not wipe it afterwards. Again, poor minhyeok is the one to wipe it afterwards

That’s fucking disgusting like bro, I get you had a sad past, I get you lost your parents and didn’t have anyone to teach you some stuff, but that is being a normal functioning human which they aren’t. In the beginning, we saw that minhyeok had to take care of ra-on like they were some teenager, they can’t do anything to contribute to sharing a living space with their friend. They can’t cook, could clean but doesn’t cuz they are slacking off. How amazing. Minhyeok is going to college and has to take care of such a nuisance, he truly is pitiful. I’m not asking them to make millions, a simple part time job would suffice, heck, even knowing that they cook their own food. But nooo, they are fucking useless.

Then, in the story, we literally never know anything. They are getting pushed around by the devils. Sitri keeps calling them by the name of another, Satan does whatever the fuck he wants with them, most of the devils use the reason that they have to fuck to take advantage of them, Levi hangs them, mammon also just does whatever he wants but suddenly claiming ra-on owns him. I mean that’s not bad, most of it are little things that could have been alright if only they asked first. Consent my friend, consent. Just ask: ‘I think you need devil energy now, if you don’t mind, I could help.’ (Some did, I think beliar did ask, so shout out to him) then everything would have been fine. But because ra-on’s opinion is so irrelevant, it makes it so clear that the devils only see them as ‘the descendant of Solomon’, as a toy. But they are also somewhat at fault, cuz they aren’t assertive at all. They have no opinion to begin with, they are a pushover.

Third, or fourth? Idk, anyways their goal. So the goal is to end the contracts between the devils and the soul of Solomon. Alright, so the most normal thing would be to ask who those 72 devils are, where to find them and where you will be heading next. But no, the little group is just dragging them to wherever. Also, that about fighting angels, I know they are a human and useless against such strong enemies, but at least don’t just stand around and watch? Like they could hide, go out of the way, call for more forces, pick up a fucking weapon and shoot like Amos and stolas, nope, staying useless again. Those angels are coming for your life, which is nothing they could have controlled, but doesn’t mean they had to stay a damsel in distress. If ra-on got separated from the devils just once, they wouldn’t be able to do anything.

Beelzbubs story, they met him at a bar and he starts to sniff and lick them? Starts to invade their personal space? Sure, why not, he looks good so of course they let him use them.

The devils are biting you, forcing their kinks on you without telling you beforehand, which is basic bdsm etiquette? They are a perv, they like anything anyway so it’s fine.

No it’s not. Ra-on lacks communication and an own standing, it’s as if they don’t respect themselves. Or they are just so chill that they don’t mind getting laid during war? Now that I think about it, you have an option to say you do stay in contact with minhyeok when bael asked you about ‘that special person you left behind’. When, how do they stay in contact? Through ppyong? They could have written a letter to give minhyeok then, a text for ppyong to show minhyeok, told ppyong to tell the only friend they had to take care or something. Nope, nothing, they really only used him huh. Or maybe I’m overthinking it and their character isn’t developed enough to think about such details. Now that I’m talking about development, they don’t seem to have any at all. They are still as plain as before, and we are at chapter 5. They haven’t gotten any more serious, mature or anything. They don’t actively participate in helping neither.

They don’t talk a lot, don’t seem to have a Typ, don’t seem to dislike anything except normal things like crimes, don’t have anything they especially like besides sex. Just a mindless horny doll with no own personality. They don’t understand how hell works at all. Heck, I bet they don’t even know the names of all seven kings. It’s always about the devils doing whatever they like with ra-op, and ra-op being surprised but accepting it with no complains. They are such a failure, like they don’t resemble Solomon in the slightest. I think Solomon has more layers to his personality than ra-on. I get them wanted to make them ‘relatable’ and ‘basic’, cuz it’s a player insert, but no, they aren’t giving us any choices to support that.

Ra-on can stay a bottom for all I care, I don’t relate to them anyway, but they could be a little more sassy maybe? And a bit more decisive and mature please like my god. If they caused for a funny quirky moment then that would be enough. The writing is a joke anyway, so it would be better actually to just straight up make it into a comedy.

I could probably say more if I read more, but I’m stuck at 5-21 cuz I don’t have energy anymore. I’ve written a lot already, and i should probably mention again that this is my opinion, also that I do like the game, just not the MC.

#nini!rant #this is so long oh my god #whb #what in hell is bad

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explosionkatsu · 1 year

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Mistake

Bakugou x Reader

I couldn't be happier after seeing the 400+ followers. I didn't expect this to happen honestly. I would like to thank you all for your appreciation and for showing your support on my work. In return, I made this all for you! ❤️

You thought you got over it after the therapy sessions you’ve been through. You tried to get a new hobby knowing that you're training to be a hero. You tried to be healthy as much. You exercise every morning, bond with your friends by the afternoon, and even volunteer to make dinner just to prevent yourself from being lonely.

Maybe you got over it because when Katsuki asked you out on a date, you were in heaven. You felt happy, content, and loved.

But why does it come back out of nowhere? No. It's not out of nowhere. It came back because you had your first big fight with your lover.

You remembered standing up to him about your 1st Anniversary as lovers but he was too immersed in training with the others so he rebutted that he didn't. But you caught a glimpse of how he darts his eyes away from you and it shatters your heart. What did you do? You unhurriedly turn your back on him knowing he won't admit it.

Tears are flooding your eyes and gradually running down your cheeks and way to your chin as you stride up the stairs towards your dormitory. You didn't even glance behind you scared to see his reaction.

It’s been hours since you confronted Katsuki about it. Sleep couldn't just visit you tonight because of the ache. Overthinking is flooding your mind once again.

What if he doesn’t care anymore? What if he thinks you're a burden to him? What if he left you? What if he doesn't love you anymore? So many what-ifs and it's just summing up the ache you are currently experiencing.

It's been days since you both talked. But none of you dare to step in and apologize. Well, not exactly.

Katsuki knew his mistake. He was even pissed at himself for denying it, heck, for failing to remember it! He thought you’ll get over it, knock on his door. That was his plan. Wait for you to come so he can apologize. But you didn't. He even starts noticing how you skipped your meals. When in class, you weren't listening like you usually do and you’re not lingering in the hallway for him by the end of the class.

But Katsuki had enough. Enough is enough.

Katsuki waited for everyone to go to their own room. Once again, you skipped your meal. Although, he saw you earlier and took a glass of water before disappearing again. At least you're keeping yourself hydrated.

So when the common room was finally empty, Katsuki went to the kitchen and prepare your meal. He was desperate to fix his mistakes. If he has to apologize to you every single day, he will.

After he finished cooking, he headed to your room holding up a tray with your food on it. Carefully balancing the tray on his other hand, Katsuki gently knocked on your door. He couldn't hear you getting up from your bed or even walking. But the jiggle of the doorknob was enough to let him know you're still awake.

Your appearance breaks his heart. He can see your under-eye reddish and darkened. It appears like you just finished crying because of how puffy your eyes were. Your hair was everywhere.

He caused this. He is to blame for this.

Katsuki stood there staring at you. He felt his lips dry up. But no matter what you look like, you will always be the most beautiful lady he had ever laid his eyes on.

“May I come in?” His voice came out soft but in a whisper.

You thought for a moment before tugging your door wide enough for Katsuki to come in.

As soon as he did, Katsuki looked around. You were never messy. He can see the crumpled tissues beside your bed. After scanning your room, he placed the tray on your desk where he saw the now-empty glass with a couple of medicines beside it. He got confused so he brought it close to his face to read the writing.

Antidepressant

“Why are you drinking these?” Katsuki curiously looked at you.

You were at the doorway after closing the door behind you, leaning against the wall when he came in. You even watched him examine your room.

“It's nothing.” You said, almost whispering it.

“I said. Why are you drinking this?” Katsuki repeated as gently as he could before slowly stepping closer to you.

Too tired to argue with him, you mentioned how you suffer severe depression before you met him. How you went through with it, all the therapy, and medicines you had to take.

Katsuki listens to you intently. He sees the sadness in your eyes as you mention how you suffer from the past. So while you were still talking, he dropped the medicine and embrace you tightly.

Of course, it caught you by surprise. But in the end, you embrace him back with tears in your eyes.

“I don’t want to feel this ache anymore. I’m tired of it, Katsuki.” You hiccupped.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m really sorry. I should've known. I shouldn't have forgotten our anniversary. I should've apologized to you sooner.” Katsuki said. He slowly pulls himself back and cuffed your tear-soaked cheek to his palm.

Seeing you cry because of him breaks him. So tonight, he decided to stay in your room and comfort you as much as you want.

“I love you, Y/n.” He said before slowly pulling you in a passionate kiss.

Maybe it's how he made you feel you're loved because as soon as he placed his lips against yours softly, you shut your eyes closed letting a tear roll down and wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him closer to you as much as possible.

Both your lips moved in sync with so much passion.

Katsuki then moved his palm from your cheek, down to your jaw, caressing it with his thumb while his arms snaked around your waist.

Finally, you pulled away eyes slowly opening. You saw his eyes staring down at you lovingly.

“This is the last time I’ll make you feel this way, baby,” Katsuki said placing a kiss on your forehead. “I promise.”

You only nod in response.

“Come. You should eat. I’ve never seen you eat anything.”

After feeding you the now cold meal, you both sat on your bed, a blanket coating half of your body.

You stayed in his arms which Katsuki doesn't mind. All he has in his mind now is to make up for his mistake and never hurt you.

Ever.

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nevernonline · 6 months

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #6 quit!

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual , reader talks about parental death, sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.8k

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Stepping into her kitchen was the most relaxing feeling ever, it had been a while since y/n had the chance to dine in with a recipe she carefully put together or found on pinterest and craft something nice. Spending hours on end not thinking about her own problems and just focusing on a hobby she enjoys.

After her overly embarrassing text messages hinting to Minghao that she slightly hoped he was single had her desperately wishing they wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.

Cleaning out the insides of the chicken and placing them in a bowl saved for her next soup stock, she massages pads of butter or seasoning onto it’s skin and placed it in her hot oven, before moving onto the thinly silenced potatoes and root vegetables she had prepped that morning, boiling and simmering them.

A chime from her doorbell stole her away from her stress free time in the kitchen. She was excited to see Minghao but it wasn’t him who was waiting at her threshold. opening it to reveal a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a matching twine bow.

No note was attached on the outer side revealing who may have left the wrapped item for her to find. So she decided to ignore it, just for now at least and get back to preparing her meal for a friend.

An hour had passed since the last time someone was ringing the doorbell and left waiting for her to quickly wash her hands.

“Y/n?”

Minghao.

“Sorry, one second I just need to wash my hands.”

She yelled, leaving the water running and rushing herself to the guest bathroom next to the door, making sure she looked alright and didn’t miss an out of place hair or swipe of flour on her face.

Opening her front door, she revealed Mingaho standing with a paper bag in his hand as well as a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Hydrangeas swinging to his side.

She looked him up and down forgetting she invited him here and still not inviting him in. He was dressed in a perfectly ripped pair of jeans and matching long denim coat, underneath she caught a glimpse of a white button down top missing the clasps of the top three buttons revealing his chest. He looked incredible.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Yes, please.”

“This is for you, some wine and snacks for after dinner. I picked them up from the chinese market near my gallery.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you, thank you. The flowers are beautiful, how did you know I liked hydrangeas?”

“I saw on Seokmin’s instagram that he took you to a flower farm last year, I just assumed.”

“Ah. Well you assumed right, they’re really gorgeous.”

“What are you making? It smells so good.”

“Roast chicken and root veggies, with some wild rice and my mom’s very special, very secret recipe sauce.

Minghao was amazed watching y/n move around the kitchen with ease, seemingly like she was dancing around the marble floor.

“I have to admit, I really thought you were joking when you told me you could cook. I almost expected you to order food and make it look like you were the chef.”

“Ouch. That hurts my pride a little bit. Actually, my dad was a chef. He used to own a restaurant. I spent a lot of time there as a kid helping him.”

“Was? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?”

“He passed away when I was a teenager. It’s a long story.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I miss him, but cooking helps me feel close to him.”

“Now I’m very sorry I ever doubted your skill.”

Your laugh made Minghao happy, he knew he probably struck a chord in you but it was nice that even when you were sad you could still find humor in anything.

“Need my help with anything?”

“Just for you to either open that bottle of wine or make me a cocktail, dealer's choice.”

“Got it.”

Y/n’s dining partner strode off to the chrome bar cart and twiddled his fingers around the various bottles of liquor, some full and some half empty, giving him an indication of the things she chose for herself.

“Here you are, chef.”

“Wow, thank you bartender. What is it?”

“Try it and find out.”

Y/n took a sip from the slightly pink cocktail glass, swishing it in her mouth for dramatic effect.

“Okay, so.. Gin, Campari, a splash of grapefruit bitters, and lemon?”

“Wow, are you like a weird super taster or something? What the fuck.”

“No, just a girl who loves gin old fashioneds.”

“You are one surprising specimen.”

“Shut up. Come on, let's eat.”

After basically finishing every edible thing on the plate, Minghao offered to clean up for you as a thank you for the efforts of you cooking him one of the best dinners he’s had the pleasure of eating.

Y/n switched into her role as bartender and opened a beautiful bottle of red wine for the pair to sip on as their night continued on.

“Thank you for cleaning. I’m sorry again about the whole weird ass texts I was sending you. I was way too drunk to be alone with my thoughts and access to the internet.”

“I told you it’s alright. I actually found it sort of cute.”

“Cute? Maybe you are crazier than I thought you were.”

“No, come on. You know you’re cute. Everyone tells you all the time, I agree with them.”

“Shut up, THE Xu Minghao thinks I’M cute? I’m so flattered.”

Minghao playfully slapped y/n’s hand off of her chest, knocking the red liquid around in her cup, causing it to fall onto the white fabric of her pants.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, I can just go throw them in the wash. One second.”

Y/n departed into her room, changing into a pair of pink pajama bottoms, not removing her corseted tank top in the process, fleeing quickly into the laundry room at the end of the hall to wash the stain out.

Minghao in the meantime caught a glimpse of the twine wrapped package on her coffee table and went over to see what it could possibly be. In the time he spent inspecting it he didn’t notice his female counterpart entering back into the room.

“Someone left that for me at my door. Weird right?”

“Yeah, sort of. Should we open it?”

“I’m kind of scared to be honest.”

“Okay, I have an idea.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“Trust me?”

“Maybe.”

Minghao stepped back to the now familiar bar cart and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been left unopened until this night, placing two shot glasses in front of them both.

“What does taking shots have to do with us opening the package?”

“What doesn’t it have to do with the package? It’s brown, similar to the wrapping. It’s sealed, maybe because you don’t like it or it’s not something you’re sure of. And it’s interesting. So we take two shots, then we open it, then regardless of what it is, we play a game. The game selfishly is for me to get to know you deeper. I feel like I’ve spent so much time with you and I don’t know that much about you, other than what was exposed. So, you in?”

“Yes.”

Y/n and Minghao cheered to their now growing connection and he placed the small package in her lap, holding onto her knee, getting the feeling that she needed moral support based on mutual gut feelings.

“Okay.”

“I’m sure it’s not bad.”

As y/ns hands ripped apart the brown paper and untied the rope around the mysterious box, it revealed a soft purple journal, now torn apart, pages basically falling out from end to end all over the couch between them.

“My journal.”

Her voice shifted, she was no longer happy or full of anticipation, she was confused and slightly disappointed as her precious and private life fell out in front of her, photos, entries, and shards of her life.

“Oh, y/n. I-”

“No. Don’t say sorry, please.”

“Why the fuck do people care? Just like why am I someone's target? Especially if it’s someone I know, what is so bad that you can’t just fucking talk to me about it? Sorry, I don’t know if that makes sense at all, but I just don’t get it.”

“I think some people are just scared of genuine conflict, so instead of asking they make things about themselves and take the other person's feelings out of the equation to feed their own.”

“Why give it back now? Am I expected to just ignore my privacy being invaded and be like well it’s over good? This makes me feel even more uneasy.”

“Maybe they left you a clue or something by giving this back?”

Minghao collected the various contents that were left as ashes for you, feeding you more alcohol and not talking while he did so.

“y/n? Here.”

A small envelope, matching the shade of purple of the cover of your journal was tapped inside the cover, inside a typed note.

‘Just because it comes back to you, doesn’t mean it’ll always stay the same. See you soon. Xo.’

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I guess they’re trying to tell you more will come out? And that they have no purpose for keeping the evidence anymore.”

“Can we.. maybe, just for the rest of the night ignore this? I cannot focus on this anymore and it’s ruining my chance to have fun with you.”

“Please. Let me distract you.”

“Do you want to change? Or need clothes? I know Seokmin and Joshua left some stuff here in case they ever stayed over.”

“They wouldn’t mind?”

“No, of course not. I’ll be right back.”

Y/n ran back into her room, gathering various styles of t-shirts and sweatpants to make Minghao more comfortable.

“Here, there's some options. I know you care a lot about your style, so pick what you want.”

Mingaho grabbed a black t-shirt with a logo from Joshua’s coffee shop on the front and an odd pair of Seokmin’s disney character pajama pants, just to make the air go back to it’s lighthearted space.

“Oh my god, you look amazing.”

“ I just wanted you to smile.”

“Mission accomplished, Mickyhao.”

“That is an awful nickname.”

“Shut up, don’t be a dick.”

“Got it. Okay, so let’s play a little game, y/n. I’ll ask you some questions, if you don’t want to answer you can drink and you can do the same for me. Got it?”

“Got it. You go first.”

“Okay, so what stops you from going after the things you want?”

“Hmm, I’m shy, I guess? I don’t want to risk changing how things already are any more than they have changed on their own. I think confessions and love declarations are unnerving, I could ruin something good just for a single chance. Not knowing shit freaks me out.”

“So you’re a control freak, got it.”

“No. Not a control freak, just a loser.”

“That’s accurate.”

“You’re stupid. Okay, Minghao. What made you want to pursue art?”

“I guess it was just always something I was good at? I loved being able to tell the truth about stuff without having to say it outloud, people can perceive anything they want, but I know how I truly feel and nobody can take it away from me. The truth, I mean.”

“How are you so certain that its the truth?”

“Well, it's my truth.”

“Touche”

“Why didn’t you tell Minnie about Seungcheol? Were you ever going to?”

“Yikes. I guess, I didn’t feel like it was important. We hooked up way before they ever dated, he was just helping me out with something that scared me, which I didn’t think was a big deal. I knew she liked him, but she told me she’d never confess. I guess I didn’t think it was as big of a problem until it was. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah it does, how did it happen?”

“No, no, no. One question at a time. How did it happen for you?”

“My virginity? I was at a party, junior year before college and I met a girl. She was nice, really pretty, and she seemed to enjoy my company. I guess I just asked her if she wanted to fuck and she agreed, but after she told me she had a boyfriend and that was that.”

“So she cheated on her boyfriend just to fuck you? Alright, good for you I guess. Bad for the boyfriend.”

“Have you ever cheated on someone?”

“Me? God no. I haven’t even had the chance to be with anyone that seriously considers sleeping around cheating. I don’t think I could do that. Why? Have you?”

“Nope, but I guess I’ve been the person someone used to cheat, so it feels sort of like cheating.”

“Since we seem to be two overly honest people for this game, want to drink just for fun as well?”

“Please. Cheers.”

“Okay y/n, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“What was it about Joshua or Mingyu that attracted you to them?”

“With Shua it was how kind he was, everyone knows it and can see that. It just sort of radiates around him. I mean he’s beautiful, they both are. In such different ways. I’ll probably always view him as that first boy I loved, he’s really special to me. As for Mingyu, I guess I never knew why at first. He was just my hot friend that I hooked up with sometimes, but the more and more we hung out the more I realized how smart he was and how intriguing his character is.”

“Do you still have feelings for them?”

“I’m not sure what my feelings are for anyone at this moment, no.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Would you ever consider me the way you consider them?”

“Can I take a shot?”

“Sure, but you still have to answer the question. Come on.”

“Yeah, I would. I like getting to know you, I appreciate how fiercely committed you are to riding for the people you love. I like that you’re artistic like me, that we can laugh about wild stuff, but also be honest and talk about anything and everything in between. You’ve really made me happy even in the short time of knowing you. And to say that I’d have to think about considering you is silly, because I definitely already have. Seokmin and Jun think I have a crush on you.”

“You don’t?”

“Nobody needs to know.”

“I do.”

“You do what? Need to know if I like you?”

“No, like you.”

“Wait.”

“A lot actually. More than I ever considered I would. I think you’re actually a really spectacular person despite everything.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah. You can.”

The smell of whiskey on Minghao’s breath made the hair on Y/N’s arms stand up as she fell into his touch, the kiss exploded into more and more touching and exploration of the pair's bodies. And continued on through the night, more than once.

The next morning y/n woke up with a headache, checking the clock on her phone revealing it was almost time for Joshua to come and whisk her away from her new found bliss in bed next to Minghao.

“Going somewhere?”

“What?”

“You have a suitcase in the corner and you keep checking your phone, is everything alright? I wasn’t that bad was I?”

“No, but I’m going to see my mom this weekend with Joshua, I almost forgot. He’s on his way.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I’ll just shower quickly and sneak out. You can stay as long as you need, I have an extra key in the blue jar next to my door, just lock it up for me?”

“Sure, but come here quickly.”

Minghao pulled y/n in for a long sweet kiss, before she ran into the warm water of her shower.

Minghao propped himself up in her bed, collecting himself before making an attempt at a small getaway. Coming face to face with the unlocking door of the same apartment he spent his night in before.

“Y/n, hey can I- Oh, Minghao. Hey.”

“Joshua, Hi. Sorry I was just leaving.”

“Without saying goodbye?”

“What?”

“To y/n, she’s in the shower, you’re just leaving?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, for your information we already said a very thorough goodbye. Have fun on your trip, take care of her.”

“Hah. Alright.”

“I’m serious. Make sure she knows I’ll miss her.”

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

Minghao grabbed his jacket and slid out of her front door, looking behind him before walking away from y/n already feeling jealous she’d be spending her weekend with Joshua and not him, but he had things he couldn't tell her. Not yet.

"Oh, Joshua. I didn't think you were coming yet. Sorry, let me just grab my stuff."

"No it's fine, I just wanted to grab some snacks, hope that's okay?"

"Of course, take whatever you want. Give my five?"

"I saw your overnight guest on his way out."

"Yeah, he stayed over. I made him dinner, we just got drunk I didn't want him to have to drive home like that. Unsafe, you know."

"Right, well I'll meet you in the car."

"No need, I'm ready. I cannot wait to have the Boston Creme Pie from Boi's, I'm literally salivating thinking about it."

"We should go when we get into town and order an entire one."

"I see why we're friends now. Come on."

Joshua grabbed y/ns luggage, waiting for her to lock up her apartment and the pair headed to his car waiting outside.

bonus:

note/s: y/n love triangle era starting fr. srry this took a second and is a lil chaotic, I've been a lil busy. but!! I already have the next part on hand and will be posting v soon, some shit will be going down at minghaos show, but I didn't tell u that. xoxoxo. ily.

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luffyvace · 5 months

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Hey! Can you do cute domestic headcanons with Kurapika and a female reader? 🥹 if ya feel like it <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON THIS IS MY FIRST EVER REQUEST!!

(i wrote this three times and it crashed and deleted let’s try this again🧍‍♀️)

ENJOY!!

lets say this is during a time where he isn’t actively hunting the phantom troupe

also we’re going with where you guys are moved into a apartment together

for your safety he has security measures installed and teaches you how to fight if you don’t know how

if you do, great!! you two train together

especially if you know nen

that aside

kurapika’s love languages are:

acts of service

for this really he’s just a super helpful and motherly partner

feeling sluggish? give him your to do list he’ll do it all

feeling unwell? he’ll nurse you back to health

need to get this done but too busy? he’s got it

truly a caring lover

for quality time

he likes reading, shopping, cooking, cleaning, going on walks and cuddling with you

anything with you really

it is quality time after all

i feel he would also have a little bit of words of affirmation/praise in there

more so to you

”wow your so analytical and intelligent”

”your such a cheerful person, spreading happiness wherever you go”

”your so persistent towards your dreams….how admirable!”

or if you have impressive hobbies/talents or skills

”this only took you ____to learn?? your a genius y/n!”

”wow your self taught? your a natural!”

for your physical appearance he compliments your clothes and hair more than anything

not because he doesn’t love your beautiful eyes or sunny smile

but for example, when he saw melody, he didn’t see her as ugly or pretty

he just didn’t know she was a woman 😭

see what i mean? he just sees his girlfriend in a beautiful dress.

in his mind it’s less superficial

hope that makes sense

”you look stunning!”

“you did something new with your hair, i like it :)”

”is that dress new? it suits you y/n”

if you compliment him back he’ll be bashful about it

as for cooking

if your the better cook you make breakfast/dinner and he makes lunch

and vice versa

being the better cook comes with lots of praise 💖

he’s willing to learn more and is open to criticism if that’s the case

but if not abs he’s more skilled in this aspect he’ll teach you and give you tips

with cuddling you had to initiate it first

you came up to him while he was reading a book on the bed and snuggled up to him, laying your head in his chest and getting under the covers as he wrapped an arm around you, continuing to read

it gave him butterflies

he definitely likes to cuddle more often after that

sometimes even initiating it himself

he came up to you while you were watching tv on the couch and put his head on your lap/shoulder and you started to play with his hair

he also likes headpats

he gives you one and if you return the favor it makes him very happy ☀︎

bath time!!💗

he would be very nervous and shy about bathing together at first and makes sure your comfortable 1000 times

he doesn’t peak at you or look down

such a gentleman 🦋

if you want to add bath bombs or bubbles that’s fine by him as long as it’s noting messy

he’ll scrub your scalp and places that are hard for you to reach

would appreciate the same but doesn’t know how to ask

he does eventually after bathing together a couple times

“um..y/n? there’s this spot i can’t reach…could you get it for me?”

if you like to do makeup he would find it amusing to watch

ask to put some on him and you’ll be met with a polite refusal

although, ask for him to put it on you and he won’t decline

doesnt know much

knows a few basic things but gets some mixed up—it doesn’t look terrible tho

the result actually isn’t bad

eventually you meet his friends

killua isn’t all that interested in you, yourself- more so what type of person caught kurapika’s eye

unless you prove yourself to be cool right off the bat (liking chocolate robots or skateboarding)

leorio a simp 🧍‍♀️

may or may not “playfully” flirty with you. he cuts it out when kurapika straightens him out tho

he wouldn’t accept your offer even if you did flirt back- he’s too loyal to his buddy :)

gon is curious and the most interested in you

asks you all sorts of questions 😭💖

gon and killua can be a handful so i hope your patient, or at least not a hot headed person.

if they give you a headache kurapika sets them straight

he apologizes for the inconvenience in your own home

also gon and killua eat a lot-

but it’s fine because you send them grocery shopping which gives you some peace and quiet

that is until they come back with chocolate robots and snacks for dinner

so you and kurapika end up going shopping yourselves—leaving leorio in charge

which leads me to my next topic- shopping!!

kurapika is a responsible shopper, he stays on budget and doesn’t get distracted from the list

if you can do the same? great!!

if not you get stuck on cart duty

your job is to make sure no one steals the cart, put the items in the cart and..!

SCAN THE ITEMS!!🤩

if you want to ride in the cart he wouldn’t mind but would find it childish and a bit embarrassing

don’t forget you left leorio in charge..and gon and killua did NOT listen to him…😭

your house is a mess- they jumped on your bed, had a pillow fight, ate whatever snacks were left and went through all your stuff

“uhh- whoops!”

I REALLY HOPE U ENJOYED THESE ANON IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT-

MY APOLOGIES FOR THE WAIT THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT AND MY FIRST REQUEST!! ♡♡

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the quest | ksj

your boyfriend's friends are a great help on your quest for a new hobby, leaving him feeling... irked?

description/tags: kim seokjin / established relationship / angst + a little fluff (the angst slowly builds until it's basically hurt/comfort) / feat. the rest of bts / jealous boyfriend jin / pov switches from yn to jin / no trigger warnings i'd say pg-13 / request from this anon! i hope you like it, sorry it's taken me so long, i wasn't feeling the best. i don't know if that feeling had an impact on the fic - i felt such an urge to rewrite the whole thing and start from scratch because i read it over so many times! that'll just take much longer so.. i might rewrite this sometime in the future or upload a shorter version since it ended up being my longest work ever???

wc: ~8k words

Statistics and relationship coaches claim that every introvert needs an extroverted partner. The extrovert to ‘bring the introvert out of their shell and live a little’ and the introvert to show the extrovert the value of rest and healing in solitude.

But no one who believed any of that crap had met you and Seokjin. You and Jin fit together like the pieces of the puzzles you two loved to solve together on the weekends.

The two of you were too alike: introverted souls with charming social skills and a small group of friends who ultimately loved staying at home and indulging in your stress-relieving hobbies in much-needed peace and quiet. Or so it seemed.

Early on in your relationship, Jin had boasted about his gaming skills to no end, so his irregular, prolonged gaming sessions came as no surprise to you, but considering this, what had been so surprising was the number of friends and hobbies he actually had.

Sure, you had your fair share of the same as well, but Jin did so much more than he ever let on: snowboarding, tennis, fishing, golf, and cooking, to name a few, and he carried them out with friends of all ages, from grandfathers in their sixties who he loved cooking with, to careermen in their thirties he played golf with on the weekends. When he finally invited you to see him in action, you quickly found out that it was as attractive and inspiring as it was surprising…

“All this because I sweat when I play tennis?” he said when his breathing finally returned to normal following his high, still lying naked on the living room couch after he invited you to watch him play.

“Yes… just like you’re sweating now,” you murmured, sitting up from your position between his legs and admiring Jin’s glistening, flushed skin as you grazed his chest and traced the muscles he loved to hide. “I don’t think I ever got the whole ‘jock’ thing being attractive, but it was hot… seeing you all sporty. I wish I could be like that... I want to be. I need more hobbies.”

“What do you mean?” Jin says, sitting up. “You love to read. Everywhere I turn, I see books - if there hadn't been a bed in your old apartment, I��d have thought it was a library, and now my - our - apartment is beginning to look like one.”

“I’m in the worst reading slump of my entire life. I need to do something different. More hobbies. More friends. The girls are great, but… seeing you, I feel as though I want… more. I want to be a better version of myself - and for myself. Don’t they say that happens to you when you find the right person?”

Jin’s lips meet yours once more, briefly, before he pulls away and opens his mouth to whisper. “I understand striving for ‘better’ or ‘more’ baby, but I hope you know that you’re enough. You’re always more than enough. Just the way you are. You’re good. You’re great. You’re beautiful. I love you.”

The simple yet significant words, coupled with Jin cupping your face and brushing your hair to the side, were just what you need at that moment to put your mind at ease, and you easily fall asleep in Jin’s arms.

The quest for a hobby was supposed to be simple. Try, and try, and try until you saw what would ‘stick.’

It was clear early on that your boyfriend’s hobbies would never be yours.

Jin begrudgingly demoted you to ‘his sous-chef-for-life’ when you nearly burned the house down three times in your attempts to surprise him with dinner.

His own gaming etiquette got in the way of you ever enjoying a good game with him, for he had no patience with newbies, and you didn’t have the patience to learn all the controls. The only good that attempt did was him buying you a PC and every gaming accessory possible in your favorite colors, even though they mostly went untouched. For his sake, you’d use the Switch controller whenever he insisted on a game of Mario Kart, and you visited your PC every now and then for a slower game. “I’m a GAMER. AND I cook. AND I fish, too,” you tease Jin every time you play Cooking Mama and Animal Crossing for all of 15 minutes.

Fishing, on the other hand, was a scene from your worst nightmare. Being woken up at the crack of dawn to maybe catch a fish after hours of waiting while seasick… was something you swore to Jin you’d never do again. Luckily, he seemed to prefer it as his usual “boy’s time” anyway, even though he never voiced it, and you quickly found out that the exact same could be said for golf - but neither of you minded the occasional role you played from the golf cart, seeing your boyfriend in action and matching in the most bougie athleticwear on the market.

Tennis… was a sight to behold. You had always said that when it came to Jin, attending some of his practice sessions just to bask in the sight and sounds of him on the court, but the same could also be said for you, though in an entirely different context. The racket seemed to reject your very being, flying from your grasp on numerous occasions and putting Jin’s trainer at risk as well as the general public when it went flying over the court’s walls and onto the street. Jin went so far as to dub it ‘the most memorable tennis day of his entire life,’ despite the fact that he had won a small championship.

Until snowboarding season came around, you were left without any new skills or passions shared with your boyfriend. His support and endless words of encouragement meant the world, but iIt had to have been for the better that none of his hobbies were yours - you understood that those were spaces he needed for himself and didn’t want to be the girl whose entire hobby or life was her boyfriend.

Nights and days he spent away were left entirely in your restless hands - try, and try, and try….

“Are you seeing Mina tonight? Nana? Girl’s night?” Jin asks as he puts on his coat.

“They’re still sick,” you pout. “I’ll be waiting here for you, baby.”

“Do you want to come along? Mr. Baek’s kitchen is always open.”

“Didn’t you say you were making some kiwi pie thing today? You know I’m allergic.”

Jin resigns, taking off his coat. “I’ll stay, then.”

You don’t allow him to, handing the thick, fleecy material back to him. “No, baby, I’m fine. Tonight, I’m trying out a new interest: European classical movies. Apparently, French films from the 1960s are very influential and artistic.”

“And boring,” Jin adds. “I watched some at university. You’re better off with Asian cinema.”

“I’ll leave that for whenever you’re free, then,” you say, anticipating the day but quickly putting the thought away. “I’ll be blasting this film so loudly, not even your ‘soundproof’ gaming room would be safe from its jazzy soundtrack.”

Jin smiles before parting his lips, considering the words he was hesitant to speak. “What if… what if I called up Taehyungie and asked him if he’s free to hang out with you?”

You drop your head as you raise your brows. “You’re arranging a play date for your girlfriend? I’m a grown woman, Kim Seokjin. I can entertain myself, much like you can…...” Your voice trails off, thinking of all the failed attempts at entertaining yourself with different hobbies and interests that were anything but interesting.

“It’s just that I know Taehyung would love that! C’mon, you know he would! You seemed to be getting on with him whenever we see the boys, right? Didn’t you both fangirl over Frank Sinatra the last time we hung out?”

“It’s Bing Crosby, honey.”

“There you go - I can’t even tell the difference… but Taehyung can. For what it’s worth, he’s complaining in the group chat non-stop that he’s bored out of his mind. So… why not?”

Steps away from his front door, Jin could hear trumpets echoing from his apartment. Taehyung worked his magic, alright, he thought to himself as he inputted the keycode and swung the door open. Jin expected to see the two of you lounging on the couch, watching the film, or simply having the music play through your vinyl player while you chatted away with a glass of wine. What he did not expect was to see the two of you drunkenly dancing in horrible fashion with intertwined hands and Jimin laughing his head off from the couch.

“OH! Speak of the devil!” Jimin cheers, seemingly sober. “Jin-hyung, save me from these two - please.”

In a second, you rush to Jin, screaming his name as you wrap your arms around his neck and messily kiss him on the lips. “Thank God. I can do as the song says and finally dance with mon cherie. Tae, mon ours, go sit.”

A pout appears on Taehyung’s face as he plops beside Jimin, but your eyes are still on your boyfriend, attempting to manhandle him into some form of movement. “Oh, my baby,” he laughs, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Taehyung, I expected you to take care of her.”

“And that’s why I called Jimin,” Tae babbles, forcing a not-so-innocent childlike expression on his face, pointing at their friend. “We-we’re staying over tonight, okay?”

“Seems like a sleepover already,” Jin tuts.

“Humor her, hyung. I was called in halfway through the film and we’ve yet to finish it because they keep repeating the same scene. She’s been saying she wants to dance with you all night like the girl in the movie does,” Jimin says.

“I’ve never seen this film. I don’t know what to do,” Jin says.

“We’ll teach you,” Taehyung says as tries to rewind the film to whatever dance scene you were talking about, in as bad of a state as you were, which Jin thought would help. “Jimin, stand up.”

Jimin does, allowing Taehyung to latch onto him, and thus is immediately suffocated by the weight of his friend. “Copy my lead, hyung.”

The following morning, Jin is as fiery as the breakfast he’s cooking up on his own, ranting to himself in pout while the three of you only watch on due to your shared lack of cooking skills, hungover and bundled up at the kitchen counter.

“Do you think yoga and meditation suit me as hobbies?” you ask the boys after you and Jin had explained how you came up with ‘the movie night to end all movie nights’ as Taehyung had labeled it.

“With your patience?” Jin scoffs, and you’re quick to shoot him a glare - it stung, perhaps more than it should've, so you quickly put the thought away. Nights alone and countless failed hobbies exhausted your patience, but he hadn't seen that... as you hoped. After all, Jin was always supportive and offered not only to stay the night prior, but also indirectly gave you one of the most memorable movie nights of your life with Taehyung. A soft glare was enough.

“That’s exactly what I mean! You need yoga and meditation, but can you do it? Sit still like that?" You open your mouth to argue but fail to do so at the sight of your shaking knees - he was right. "Oh, hey, you know who else can’t sit still?”

“Who?”

“Jungkookie. You seemed to get on with him, too, no? If you’re looking for something active, why don’t you let him teach you boxing?”

“We do pilates together too, twice a week, if that’s more your thing,” Jimin quickly adds, “You’re free to join us any time.”

“Yah, it’s not easy,” Taehyung jumps in, taking a bite of the breakfast that was now in front of him. “If you want to exercise your creative skills, which is a million times more fun, we can do a painting session together. Just for fun, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“Exactly! That’s what I’ve been telling her,” Jin says, pointing his hands in thanks towards Taehyung for echoing the words he'd spoken to you restlessly when you gave up origami and journaling. There had to have been some wisdom in the advice, you think, but your patience had been worn thin... how much more could one person try?

"She wants whatever she does to be ‘perfect’ at the very first attempt, but that’s impossible," Jin continues. "The only perfect thing in the world is her, but even she has to start as a beginner. That’s the point of hobbies - they don’t have to be perfect, you just need to enjoy them.”

“You called me perfect,” you blush, kissing Jin’s cheek. The reminder sufficed to get your legs to stop from beneath the kitchen table, now fiddling with the fabric of his hoodie. It was hard to envision being good enough or interesting, but at the very least, one person had seen you as such. Jin and his constant reminders were the only things that kept you from falling off the deep end... he never let you stray too far, even in your thoughts, nudging you towards Jimin when your head started to rest against his shoulder the way it always did when you needed reassurance.

“Pilates does sound interesting…” you mumble.

“Good!” Jimin cheers. “Tomorrow. You, me, Jungkookie.”

“Oh, but first,” you pause, holding Jin’s arm. His eyebrow is already raised, knowing you were about to tease him. “Are you sure it’s alright for me to go work out with your very fit and adorable young friends?”

“I am sure, brat,” Jin says, rolling his eyes before quickly whispering to Jimin, “Make sure Jungkookie keeps his shirt on.”

One pilates session with Jungkook and Jimin quickly turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into boxing sessions with Jungkook alone, regular morning jogs with Jimin, and a newfound love for fitness. Boxing made you feel stronger, and Jungkook’s thoughtful observations and comments were of more help and motivation than your now-shared instructor. And catching the sunrise at dawn really was as beautiful and as ‘worth it’ as the annoying health gurus claim to be, something you and Jimin begrudgingly admitted to.

Jin had been supportive as he always was.... up until the day you almost fainted, scolding Jungkook and Jimin for not being more careful of you and insisting you take a week-long break.

“But honey, I don’t want to stop so abruptly! I’m on a roll and I miss the boys already! And for the record, they are always so considerate. I messed up and did more than I should've, but I'm fine today!” you pout, laying on the couch with a hot compress on your core to relieve your soreness and snacking on a fruit bowl, as Jin instructed and prepared.

“My love, you’re exhausted. I don’t want to hear any more of it for at least five days….” he tuts, carefully placing kinesiology tape on your skin. “I hate seeing you this upset, though. You said you feel as though your brain ‘opened up’ when you began exercising, right? Well, why don’t you try exercising that beautiful brain? Take Taehyung up on his offer and take an art class together.”

So you do. Sandwiched between Taehyung and Jungkook at back-to-back painting sessions, you were inspired by their very different approaches to their shared hobby. Tae had his signature style that seemed to effortlessly flow out of him and onto the canvas every time, whereas Jungkook tried a different approach, concept, tool, or style at every session. Both boys seemed like natural talents, but you found peace and awe in Taehyung’s freedom of expression and especially Jungkook’s itch to learn and try new things so fearlessly time & time again...

It was hard to tell what you would create from session to session, slapping paint on a rough pencil sketch every time, but with every stroke of your paintbrush and conversation with the boys, you could breathe a little better...

“Ya, with all these colors… Is this what Namjoon-hyung calls ‘modern art’?” Jungkook teases, staring at your latest creation. You’re quick to poke him with the paintbrush for teasing you, and he’s quick to reassure you.

“It’s Pollock-y, dear Jungkookie the Artist Who Hates Learning Art History,” Taehyung explains. “It is art.”

to: my love [6:01pm]: hey, how’s the art class going? how are the boys?

to: prince charmjin [6:32pm]: good! we’re basically done!! we’re going out for dinner. jungkookie is hungry and i think I owe him for making him listen to my rant on the injustice women face and how society is built on misogyny

to: my love [6:34pm]: hehehe knowing jk, he was willingly listening, like i did. even he’d agree that you don’t him dinner. i made pasta at home..

to: prince charmjin [6:51pm]: aw :( we’re already at the steakhouse. maybe jk will be in the mood for pasta later too though

to: my love [7:01pm] have fun :)

to: prince charmjin [8:58pm] on my way home, honey. tae’s dropping me off. jungkook wanted to come but he’s asleep right beside me and he’s tae’s next stop.

to: my love [9:02pm]: good, they’re taking care of you just as i asked them to

to: prince charmjin [9:04pm]: they’re the bestest boys. i don’t need them to take care of me though. :3

“They’re my babies, and I love them,” you remark to Jin after showing him your latest creation, a matching one-of-three painted self-made pottery sculpture with the boys.

The younger boys were your safe space, he thought. Good. And… so am I.

“And I’m your biggest baby that you love the most,” Jin smiles, pouting his lips in want of a kiss. When you grant his wish, a feeling washes over him… one that he couldn’t help but identify as temporary. A seconds-lasting painkiller. “I guess you get the younger boys, and I get the older ones. I’m closer to them anyway. You’ve met them all, haven’t you? Namjoon and Yoongi? And Hobi, of course.”

“Hoseok is always here, Seokjin, so of course, but I think I’ve heard of Namjoon and Yoongi more times than I’ve actually seen or met them. Do they have any hobbies I can steal? The boys mentioned something about Namjoon and art?”

“Namjoon is art. In that he's beautiful and unbelievable, but also that he is interested in anything and everything art-related - museums, galleries, exhibitions, and all that crap. And fitness, so… there’s that,” Jin says, instantly regretting his words at the memory of Namjoon working out, grateful for remembering his friend’s most unenjoyable hobby to move on to. “Oh, he actually hikes! He meditates in the mountains like a wise old man afterwards. Hoseok likes dance, of course, but he also loves fashion. Yoongi likes fishing and drinking with me only,” Jin emphasizes, having always been proud and appreciative of the fact that he’d been the only one who was ever able to get Yoongi to join in on another’s hobby. “By himself, Yoongi plays basketball.... he’s studying, he plays tennis, fencing, he reads, produces, he scrapbooks, he gardens, he runs, he gardens, he flies, he soars! He actually might be Superman.”

You roll your eyes, prompting Jin to explain. “Sorry, inside joke with the boys. Yoongi does so much and is so secretive about it all that I wouldn’t be surprised if all of that is true. But he’d say he’s Batman rather than Superman, actually. I’m Superman… right?”

Jin places his hands on his hips, buffing out his chest and glancing at you through his periphery, hoping his extra hours at the tennis court paid off whenever you'd had an art or fitness session with the boys. He had to know if you saw him as such, as some type of Superman… especially after the countless times you’d trained with Jungkook and Jimin. Though he tried to push the thought away, the image bit at him, even now when was messing around. A seed of something he couldn't quite name...

When your hands are on his shoulders, trailing down his chest, he begins to relax. Even more so when you use his fork to finally take a bite of the dinner he’d prepared. Perhaps he’d been too worried.

“Well, we both know I don’t need saving, but I’ll play along, my handsome Superman. This Lois Lane wants to meet and investigate the interests of the rest of your Justice League, baby.”

“Okay,” Jin murmurs. “Who should we start with?”

“Namjoon? Hey, he’d probably be Aquaman, huh? Same nature shit, apparently, and definitely the same body.”

Perhaps he hadn’t been too worried.

to: prince charmjin [9:02am]: i am texting you from the beyond. from the spiritual realm.

to: prince charmjin [9:03am]: come climb up this fucking mountain and bury your girlfriend she’s dead and hates her life and didn’t pack enough water

to: prince charmjin [9:03am]: you’ll know the way, my blood, sweat, and tears left a trail

to: prince charmjin [9:04am]: i gotta admit it’s pretty tho (1 image attached)

Knew it.

Jin was rarely a smug man, but he couldn’t help but indulge in the feeling when he’d woken up to your texts and later when you trudged into the apartment, resigning from a hiking day with Namjoon and swearing you’d never do it again. He guessed you’d hate every second of it but didn’t want to hold you back from your mission and trying something new. His pride is quickly squashed, however, when you follow up the sentence with a declaration that he’d invited you to the opening of an art exhibit the very next day.

“I’m his VIP guest, honey,” you cheer, kissing Jin on the cheek. “And I’m going to the afterparty too so you can have a boy’s night - call your grandpa friends! Oh, it’ll be past their bedtime, won’t it?”

He forces a chuckle. “I hate that that’s true. Plus, I’ve seen way too many people this week, so I’ll game til the early hours of the day - just like I did when I was single.”

Jin hates that the thought had left his lips. It was honest, he had missed his gaming marathons when he never had someone to go to bed to, but it was cruel to mention. He hated the idea that some part of him meant it as such, as a signal, a cry, anything… you never said such words or guilted him when he’d been busy. It was spiteful, it wasn’t like him…. or was it?

“Oh, great! I know you used to love those game-a-thon things. I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t realize you stopped because of me. I hope you know you can do those at any time, okay? I won’t mind.”

Something turned in Jin’s stomach. The seed of what he could only label as worry was now an undeniable pit at his very core.

He should be ecstatic at the fact that you were so accepting of him possibly spending an ungodly amount of hours gaming… but it was too accepting. A smile was on your face, but for the first time in your relationship, Jin couldn’t read what it was - as though a sudden, unknown filter stood between you. Was it temptation? An unthinkable impulse he sensed on your end... Joy, relief, or freedom? Perhaps it was, Jin couldn't tell. It ate at him now, and instead of surrendering, he fought with what he had left.

This… this was the least he could do for you, he told himself, thinking of all the ways he came up short as a boyfriend where others succeeded.

He replayed the image over and over again - the way your eyes light up after every acquired skill or hobby. Your subsequent, beautiful smile seemed like the only thing he could hold on to, keeping aside the anxieties surrounding the reasons behind it. It had to be reminder enough. Seeing you happy made him happy. He knew that…. but he also knew that something dark festered within him. He didn’t like it… he didn’t like it all…

to: y/n [5:30pm] on my way home

to: y/n [5:35pm] just got here… where are you?

to: y/n [6:01pm] are you working out?

to: y/n [6:02pm] hey?

Jin needed to blow off some steam.

Gaming didn’t work. The incompetent online players he was paired with only infuriated him further, and the shot he took only made his heart race faster. He thought to spend some time in the kitchen, but he couldn’t help but overthink, indecisive over whether to cook dinner for the two of you or just for himself. When a thought came to mind - to cook something you’d hate just to spite you for not answering his texts and calls with no prior warning or explanation - he quickly discarded the whole idea. He wasn’t hungry anyway.

A best friend would do, he figured.

When it came to opening up, he could only ever trust his younger friends - the ’grandpas’ as you liked to call them, often gave him outdated advice he never cared for. Plus, they didn’t know him like the boys did - since they now know you as well, Jin figured it was the best-case scenario. Surely, they’d have something to say.

But another hour passes, and still, none of Jin’s messages were seen or answered. The younger boys hadn’t answered when he’d asked if they knew of your whereabouts, and the older ones didn’t answer his calls or texts to talk. His skin began to crawl…

until he remembered the failsafe. Out of everyone, Hobi was the only person who still revealed his live location on a social media app to his friends. It was something Jin in particular scolded him for, knowing it was a safety breach, but now, he was thankful for it.

Of course, he’s still at the damn dance studio.

Is that…?

Chills shiver down Jin’s body the second he hears the music through the studio’s walls. It’s a song he knows too well… and so do you.

Following the music with long and forceful strides that echo through the corridors, Jin bursts open the door to Hoseok’s own practice room. And his stormy intrudance is proven to be justified.

In front of the mirror were you and Hoseok, dancing too close together to a song from Jin’s secret sex playlist, surrounded by the rest of the boys, watching closely and making teasing noises that shook his very core.

“YA!”

Jin’s voice booms throughout the spacious room, overtaking the loud music playing through every speaker. The group scatters, every person with a horrified look on their face…. yours hurt the most.

Rage was unfamiliar to Jin. He didn’t know what to do with it, feeling it then and there. One would normally shout or yell, question and guilt, as he’s seen and studied before… but his lips were frozen in a frown. He wondered if it was common for one to cry out of fury, though no tears streamed down his face… he knew how to hold them back. His senses confused him, distorted, forced to venture into uncharted territory. Jin could hear differing calls of “Hyung” and what must’ve been excuses as someone turned off the music - all muffled and intelligible. Through it all, he could hear only the soft call that left your lips amidst the chaos, “Jin, my love…”

With his eyes still fixated on you and the words that ease his sole, the knot within him came undone.

His throat throbs and everyone knew what it meant, though no one was close enough to see the pools in his eyes.

“Everyone leave,” you command, and the room is empty save for you and Jin within seconds.

The downpour starts. Though his face was frozen cold, Jin’s body allowed him to move, and all he could do was pace the studio and ignore your small steps toward him. When he finally stops, you’re close enough to stand before him, your head no longer hung so low. The guilt on your face was almost enough to make Jin forget his feelings.

“….I’m so sorry, my love,” you say after a moment’s silence. His lips tremble at the words, wanting to refute them… he doesn’t need to say it for you to understand.

His breath is hitched when he sees your hand extend towards his face, which he tilts just as he always would when you did this. He exhales as you do when you cup his face so gently, moving to your touch as his tears are wiped away. But when your hand brushes over his mouth, he can’t bring himself to purse his lips into a kiss as he always would. The dark seed within him still tugged him back from fully diving in.

“Sit for a moment?” you ask, and he nods, feeling his knees giving way as you lead him to the two weirdly placed chairs by the giant mirror wall in Hoseok’s studio. While you sit with your side to the back of the chair to face him better, he slumps against the hardwood backing, staring at the ceiling as his eyes dry up so he can finally face you once again.

“I can’t talk much. I.. what is this? What am I?” he mumbles with a strained voice, pushing the skin at his temples. “Fuck… I’ve tried rehearsing this, and even then, the words just didn't come out. I can't put a name on it, but I don’t like what’s been happening. All of it. No… No, not all of it.” Jin breathes deeply before continuing. “My girlfriend is never around, and not only that, she spends all her time with my best friends… without me. I know you’re on your journey for more self-discovery and that you really like the boys, so I feel like a piece of shit for feeling this way and for saying this, but… fuck, I’m... I'm angry.”

Jin sees you take in his words, brushing away a couple of runaway tears. “I understand. You have every right to be pissed,” you repeat. “I… shit, I’m sorry, Jin. I never meant to exclude you, my love. The boys don’t either… but that doesn't excuse it... It doesn't." You go stone cold, as though you were replaying the time that's passed over and over in your head. "Will you allow me to talk for a little while? Can I… unpack it all on my end?”

How could he not? Jin nods.

“I learned a whole lot on this 'quest’ which started with your support, I may add - and I’m not blaming you here. I’m thanking you, honey… You’ve been incredible.”

Already, Jin starts feeling sick, hearing the words of a definite breakup speech and knowing that he was the furthest thing from incredible. His friends were. All he can do is watch, now looking at his fingers as he bites his own nails on an unsteady hand.

"Most guys would never even suggest to their girlfriend the idea of her hanging out with his friends - alone. I'm so grateful, honey, and not only that, it actually might be one of the sweetest, most attractive things you've ever done..."

H-huh? Jin tugged at his own sweater, thinking of the possible ways you'd get to the end of your speech and the conclusion that stated what he ultimately feared - that the attraction, or worse, the love, wore off with all you were left with.

“But most of all, I'm grateful. I'm different. I probably wasn't around that much for you to see, but... on this quest, it was as though I unlocked parts of myself I didn't know I had. That was a past version of me, the girl who was in an eternal reading slump, and was too scared to do much else but stay in that slumpish cocoon... I love my cocoon and staying in, don't get me wrong, but I just have more things that give me joy. I feel more certain of myself - like more of that confidence you rubbed off on me. It seems trivial, I know, but everything... everything helped."

You were right. Jin hadn't seen any of it - the rewards of your quest. He cursed himself, knowing he could have if he only paid attention, recalling warped memories of your pride and new experiments. He didn't have to take your word for it, seeing some of it now. You were more sure of yourself. Bold. Happier. That one note settled it - if this grand speech were to end the way he had expected, all that mattered was that. That you were happier.

"That's good," he croaks. "I'm proud."

"I'm proud of myself, too," you nod. "I am the slightly more improved version of myself I knew I could be. Maybe I could be even better, I don't know... but through it all, I kept repeating to myself the same phrase, over and over again. 'You’re enough. You’re always more than enough. Just the way you are. You’re good. You’re great. You’re beautiful. I love you.' Those words... that's what kept me going more than anything."

Jin's breath is hitched when he's finally able to look at you so directly, at the woman he loved with his entire being, quoting his own words. He had meant every word then, prior, all throughout, and would for eternity. If those simple words were enough to help, though he was certain they were not enough to capture the depth of his love, he had served his purpose in life.

"I was entirely motivated by self-love and your love for me, Seokjinnie. I fucking love you," you exhale, and Jin does too, coming undone. All he could do was hang his head low as the tears instantly return, and in seconds, you're at his knees, reaching for him. Like he'd foolishly been dreaming of...

"I don't deserve you. I've been so... so..." his low voice trails off.

"My love, let me finish, hmm? It'll help," you whisper, trying to hold onto any piece of him, and Jin lets you, feeling a rush through his very soul at him being called as such by you. He just hoped he wasn't awaiting more cushioning for a devastating blow... even so, it was one he was now reminded to fight for.

"I have to talk about the boys. I obviously enjoy the hobbies I do with the baby boys - you remember when I told you how I love how strong I feel now? How I feel creative for the first time since high school? That holds up, and in truth, the boys are just angels. I developed such a close friendship with Jiminie, Taehyungie, and Jungkookie that I don't think I can let that go. I just adore them…. and so much so that I’ve been trying to set them up with the girls - Nana, Kiki, and Mina.”

A breath escapes Jin, his fingers stroking his chin. It made sense, he thought. Nana and Taehyung in particular would be perfect together…

“I know you’re closer with the older boys, and I haven’t forgotten them. Namjoon is very cool, but… pretty much none of what he likes works for me. Hiking is as bad as fishing, no offense, and art is only fun when we’re mindlessly having fun in the studio. Otherwise…” You scrunch your nose at the thought, shaking your head violently in disapproval - the endearing act that never fails to make him giggle, even now. “The only reason we keep in touch is to talk books, which… you know I’ve always liked,” you explain.

Jin nods. You and Namjoon’s reading speeds always made him feel like a third-grader. You’d sooner finish reading a 700-page book than learn how to make a simple grilled cheese sandwich - Namjoon was the same. In a world where most people were not as such, at least you two clumsy nerds know of each other, he thought.

“Dancing was… always on my list of things to try, believe it or not. You were there when I brought it up to Hoseok,” you recall the interaction you’d had weeks ago, and so does Jin, who had been so taken aback at your suggestion to Hoseok, having assumed you’d want fashion or social media advice from his savvy friend. You’d never danced sober more than simply swaying, even on the most private occasions… there was never any reason for him to know dancing was always a thing you’d wanted to try... but then again, perhaps the 'new you' had been buried too deeply. But it took guts to ask Hoseok - he knew you knew that as well - the sheer courage and confidence that must've settled in only recently….

“But…. I pretty much told him that I didn’t want him to teach me anymore after the first lesson. He’s like… really fucking scary, Jin, holy shit. I know you've mentioned it, but I didn’t think he was capable of being like that! I thought he was going to kill me!” Another giggle escapes him at your shock. If you had simply run the idea by him, he’d have told you that already, he thinks to himself, as he did after your hike with Namjoon, but he chooses to say it out loud this time. “Oh, lesson learned, believe me, honey. I passed it off as me wanting a female instructor, which I do. Because well….I couldn’t tell Hoseok I wanted to learn burlesque dancing now, could I?”

“Bur-burlesque?!” Jin says, leaning forward as if it’d make him hear any better.

“Mhmm….” The faint, smug smile on your face calmed his heart - it’d been a while since he’d seen you as such - but it did nothing to calm his mind. Just the mental image of you…. “And pole dancing too. I keep telling my instructor that I want to surprise my boyfriend, so she helped me come up with some choreography involving… things you like.”

Jin’s excitement fades when he remembers - the song. “Was that what you were showing the boys?! When I walked in….”

“As if. That’d be for your eyes only, honey. When you walked in, we were just teasing Jimin about something stupid. The song just came up on shuffle.”

Jin shakes his head and stands up to pace the room, replaying the scene once again and scolding himself. Once again, it’s as though you can read his thoughts. “It probably looked odd from your angle…”

“Why was everyone there? Wait, was that Yoongi in here too?” It’d taken Jin this long to realize Yoongi had been present as well. Save for the makeshift therapy session Jin had wanted to have earlier in the day, he had been trying to schedule appointments with Yoongi all week - a needed fishing trip and a work meeting, but his friend only ever answered when Jin had been fast asleep. Had Yoongi been here for Hoseok? Jimin?

“My day started with Yoongi,” you sigh.

You?! The one person who knew of his desperate attempts to get to Yoongi?! he thought, so shocked he had to sit down, opting for the space on the floor in front of you instead of the chair.

”No secrets, especially since I’m laying everything out today. It was my first time hanging out with Yoongi, just so you know. I wanted to pick out a good anniversary gift for you since that’s coming up, and we went shopping for all these fancy liquors. Then, he was just meant to drop me off here at the studio, and after my lesson, I found out he just stayed since Hoseokie was already here in the other room with Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. And Namjoon… he was just here, I guess. Actually, I think he’s hiding that he’s dating one of Hoseok’s dancers. The boys seemed to tease him about it?”

“Oh shit, good. He’s always had a crush on her,” Jin smiles to himself. It starts out as happiness for his dear friend, knowing how deeply Namjoon’s affections could run, and when the crush began. It was right at the start of Jin’s own relationship with you. At that time, for the first time in over a decade, Jin finally understood his friend. Namjoon loved love. He got so caught up in the idea and complexities of love, talking endlessly about how it’s the center of the universe, tying everything together. “It is science,” Jin would always rebuff until he couldn’t. Until he understood. He wasn't going to forget any of it again - not even for a second.

And once again, the woman he loved cups his face, searching his watery eyes, and kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"….Did you ever feel this way?"

You consider his words and think over yours. "Angry? A little jealous? ....Lonely? If that's what you've been feeling... Yes, sometimes."

“Then you don’t have to be sorry, my love. I’m sorry I got angry more than anything. I… didn’t like that. That wasn’t me…. was it?”

“Not the usual you, but it’s the human you. It’s within reason… I never saw you get jealous before, which is a green flag since I know you trust me - as you should! And I trust you! But still, as someone who gets jealous over you often… it weirdly reassured me, I guess? That you still want me.”

“…. Wait, you get this often?!” Jin blinks.

“Honey, I feel jealous whenever anyone follows their urge to say you’re handsome, which is very often. I always wish I could answer with ‘AND HE’S MINE’ and giggle like a little leprechaun who's hoarding a pot of gold all for himself,” you say with a tone so serious it makes Jin erupt in his signature dolphin-noise laugh for the first time that night.

“I’m always yours! And I always want you! Honey… this is a dark feeling. How do you deal with it often…. I… I never want to feel this way ever again,” he exhales, tugging on the fabric of your top before your hand covers his.

“I deal with it because you always remind me that you’re mine and I’m yours, like you did just now. Because you make sure I know you love me. I… I try. I promise I’ll try harder, my love.”

“No, honey, you do more than enough. I know you love me. I do. I was just… blinded, I guess, which I fucking hate. I… I thought I’d be stronger, better than to fall into this stupid mental rut.”

“You’re human. You’re my human,” you smile, hand slowly trailing down Jin’s cheek but lingering your touch over his pursed lips. Jin’s hands find your waist, and your arms immediately wrap themselves over his shoulders. When your racing hearts calm together in sync, and your breathing follows, the world falls into place and both of your meaningless defenses yield. Your bodies and spirits rest against one another, tired, aching, and longing. Jin wanted just this. To keep you close, for all eternity, if he could… if you’d wanted the same. He’s reassured when his attempt to tighten his embrace falls short, realizing how closely you’ve been holding him in turn. It was physically impossible to be any closer, and still, it wasn’t enough. Exhaling against you, with a hand somewhere in your hair at your back and the other holding your head, his senses overwhelm him once again. It’s too much, the love he’d felt at that moment. Dreamlike, even when he notices that his hand had been lying right over your bra strap. And he remembers even more.

“So… burlesque, huh?” Jin smirks.

“What do you think the chairs are here for?” Turning, Jin’s jaw drops when sees the two now-empty chairs. He tries to hide his excitement by covering his face when he sees you, sure it is red already.

“Oh, with a reaction like this, I’m definitely keeping it as a hobby then. I’m good at it too,” you smile, brushing his hair. “It’ll be good and all for you, baby. Painting random shit and fitness has been fun, especially with the younger ones, and burlesque will be for the both of us. But! My quest is not over, and my introverted self is not fulfilled just yet. I still have crocheting, writing, blogging, and photography to try out. I want something that’s entirely mine.”

“I promise that I support you with trust, love… always,” Jin thinks over his words, fidgeting with his fingers.

“And…I’m…..entirely yours,” he says quietly, a smile finally fixed on his face.

“And I’m yours,” you say with a smile, finally pulling Jin into a kiss that he can’t help but melt into. It’s soft, quick pecks and affectionate murmurs until you straddle his lap. Suddenly, it’s as though your entire mature conversation and successful attempt at communication never happened, and you replayed it all then and there. He reaches for you, pulling you down and onto him until you gasp. At that, Jin’s hand at your nape pushes you into his kiss, and you let him. He bites at your lower lip, moaning when you’re quick to do the same back, yet his sounds grow louder when he lets you passionately kiss him all over. In a fight for stability, he grabs onto the nearby chair and breaks away so suddenly.

“The - the damn boys are still here. I think I heard something break in the corridor - it’s either Namjoonie or Jiminie.”

You open your mouth to say something but don’t, looking at Jin instead. “If they’ve been trying to eavesdrop and want the gist of it, how would you like it if I fake moaned your name a bit too loudly so they know I’m yours and only yours?”

“It doesn’t have to be fake, though, does it?” he asks, leaning back on his elbows and lying in wait, positioned in front of the mirror. Seeing a turn in your gaze seconds before you pounce on top of him, Jin is electrified. Your name leaves his lips and his yours, not just as a moan but a promise. A quest of his own. To make you happier and happier for as long as he lived and more. To find a new way to love you every single day. You deserved as many as the universe had to offer.

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 9 months

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Remedy

Pairing: Modern!Surgeon!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: fluff, Aemond's family, hentai

Summary: You find a side of your hot surgeon boyfriend you never knew he had...

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Now three months into your official relationship you began to explore each other’s family lives. Aemond knew about your upbringing. Where you studied, who your parents were, how you met your friend group. After a while of coaxing on your part, Aemond opened up about his family.

It seemed they were rich. His father owned a finance firm. His half-sister and older brother were CEOs of the bank. Jace was his cousin and the next in line for the seat of CEO after his mother. He rolled his eyes when he told you about his family. “We are a mess, actually. My big sister Helaena was right when she told me to grab my fund and run.”

You were sitting at his kitchen bar on a stool watching your boyfriend cook some brunch. It was oddly satisfying to watch him do domestic things like cooking. It was strange seeing him so calm and casual. You only knew him as the up-tight, stiff surgeon.

“So tell me Doc,” You laid your head in your hand. “Why not the family business? Why did you choose to work in a hectic field where people can scream, vomit or put other bodily fluids on you?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Aemond chuckled as he turned to you with the skillet he made an omelette in. He plated it and sat it in front of you with some cluttery. “First off, I’m a surgeon. I don’t get yelled at so much. Second, blood is mainly one of the only bodily fluids I get in my scrubs. Third and last, if I would work for my father I would work myself into a burnout in the first year of my working in the company.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Why do you know this for sure?” Aemond sat next to you and began to part his own omelette to let it cool down. “I would have to do my workload and that of my older brother. He is just in the firm so he has a job at all. My mom had to beg my father to employ him. Aegon attended business school and had relatively good grades. He just got involved with the wrong crowd. He has seen two rehab clinics by now.” Your eyes were wide.

Aemond ate his food without looking at you. A clear sign he wanted to end the conversation. You left it at this. A little overwhelmed by the news.

Later that evening you walked around his apartment. It was like a furniture magazine come to life. Everything had its particular place. There was no grain of dust in any of the rooms. Currently, you were snooping around in his study looking at his literary collection. His bookshelves were massive. You stopped at some graphic novels and old comic books. So he was a nerd after all. Your eyes grew wide as you discovered a rather spicy genre of Manga.

“Oh, my gods!” Aemond heard your exclamation from the living room he currently read a file for his next patient. He flung the manila map to his coffee table and rushed into his study. Your exclamation worried him; he thought you hurt yourself. He froze as he saw what you had in your hand.

Your eyebrows were raised as you wore a teasing smirk on your lips, “Doctor Targaryen, I didn’t know you read Hantai!” You smirked at the revelation. “How naughty!” Aemond chuckled nervously. A blush crept up his neck. “If I tell you I wasn’t the most popular kid in middle and high school would you believe me?”

I pointed at his collection of graphic novels and comic books. “No, you must have been a charmer.” Aemond chuckled. “Loner would fit better.” You walked over to him, still with one of his Hantai books in your hand. “I would have sat next to you at lunch.” Aemond grinned, “Really? Little Miss ‘popular theatre girl’ would have sat next to me?”

You grinned as he used your past hobby as a leverage point. “Yes, I would have. And in high school, we would have probably been the ‘IT Couple’.” You grinned. Aemond rolled his eye, “Yeah right. Maybe because we would have dressed like characters from IT to Halloween.” He scoffed. Your grin widens. “You get my point, honey!” He scoffed again.

You put your hands on your hips. “You don’t believe me? I saw your high school pictures. You must have been a fantasy for some girls.” Your boyfriend chuckled as he walked closer to you. He snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Maybe. But right now I want to be only one girl’s fantasy.” He looked down at you before capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss.

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outisgivingpac · 11 months

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A message from your loved one🐦💌👀

Hello again, this is another theme from my last poll with the second most votes 🤗 In this PAC, we shall take a look at what your loved one want you to know, and it could be from your friends, family, romantic partner or even your pets 🌱

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✨Pick the picture/pile you feel most draw to✨

Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3. Pile 4.

Pile 1

Death, 7 of Swords, 5 of Cups reversed

(TW: codependency)

Who are they?

This is someone from your past, whose relationship with you has come to an end or currently in the no-contact state. You could be the one who have walked away from them. This might due to objective reasons like one of you moved away to pursue their career. But I feel like it has more to do with how you might have crashed; you no longer saw them as a part of the future you want to have for yourself. The other way round can also be true, and you could both outgrow this connection. The end or halt of this relationship/attachment opened a new phase in your life.

What is their current energy?

They're coping hard in your absence. They might be stalking your social media, and/or trying to get any news about you and your current life through the few mutual friends you guys share. On the other hand, they also try hard to prove to themselves and everyone around them, that they're doing fine on their own even without you. They would try to engage in the same activities/commitments, that they used to have with you, with someone else, just to fill in the emptiness. For the few of you, this person could be a parental figure or a caregiver, who is suffering from the empty nest syndrome. In any case, they based most of their identity with the connection you two had, and is struggling to be something more after you left.

What is their message?

I feel a lot of regretful energy coming from them. They want you to know whatever action and words they put out back then that might have hurt you, it came out at the heat of the moment and they are still regreting it. There're things out of their control, and probably a lot of miscommunication. But, they want you to know they might have been mad/disappointed/ashamed, but never of you. Though, they fear they would sabotage the relationship further if they try to come forwards too strong. So as of now, they still keep the distance and watch your move. They just hope you won't blame/hate them too much for the past.

Pile 2

3 of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles, The Magician

Who are they?

This person could be a colleague at your work place, a classmate or your partner, with whom you're building a life with. In any cases, you guys have been together for a while, long enough to know how to work and play together as a team. For some of you, this could be someone with whom you have collaborated on a more personal (hobby-ish) project long time ago, and still more or less stay on each other's contact. If you are a freelancer artist/writer/ect., this could be one of your customer lol. They stand out because a, they could also be your friend b, they're from the industry/the same fandom as you, the project you took on for them was super fun and successful.

What is their current energy?

Oh this person has some big idea cooking in their mind. They could be just freed from a duty/commitment and they are up to work on something with you, using what they learned/earned from the previous gig. They could have already started it and wanted to invite you in the team for your insight/magic touch. They're not so good at keeping good news secret, so you probably hear from them soon, if not already 🤭

What is their message?

Oh my, this person really looks up to you with spark in their eyes. To them, you're the specialist, a guru friend they can always trust to consult when it comes to this particular field. They want you to take pride in your work and be confident! It hurts them whenever you talk shit about yourself or sell your services cheaply. They want you to know they are always there for you. You can just ask and they would give their sword. Otherwise they would keep away from involving from your work. They are enthusiastically respect your creativity independence and would hate to come off as patronizing/overbearing.

Pile 3

Page of Wands reversed, Queen of Cups, 3 of Swords reversed

Who are they?

This person possesses a youthful or childlike energy. They could be a younger sibling, a child in your family, a junior at your school or workplace. They could simply be a few years younger than you or personality-wise they're just a carefree and/or stubborn type. For some of you it could even be your pet! Another clue I picked up on is they could be going through their rebellious phase at the moment lol

What is their current energy?

Their inner landscape has been expanding in depth as of late. They tend to spend more time for introspection, figuring out their feelings, dreams, and personal values. Because of this, they could appear moody, sensitive and socially less available to others during this time. Like, they would sneak away from people when there's a chance, and would take on solo trip without telling their friends like they usually would. Even though their closed door seem worrisome to most people, their mind is tranquil and they would be happier if people don't make such a big fuss about their absence and return. Just have fun when I'm there, so I heard.

What is their message?

If you guys fought recently, take this as their informal apologies. They can surely do better, but you know how it's harder to say sorry and thank you and I love you to the closest people in our life. On the other hands, they can totally picked it up whenever you're upset, may it be because of them or something else unrelated. Once again, they don't really know how to comfort you and fear that they will only make things worse. So when they see you're in bad mood, they would rather get out of your way and give you space than confronting you be like "What's up?". But it doesn't mean they don't care. Tbh they seem like a big confused puppy whenever it happens. It would be nice if someone could extend an oliver branch so that both parties can talk and clear out misunderstandings and confusion. That person is likely to be you because as I mentioned above, the emotional maturity of the other isn't quite as evolved to take initiatives.

Pile 4

The Sun, King of Cups, 10 of Cups reversed

Who are they?

Think of the most important people in your life right now (yes, pets count), this is one of them. If you believe in that term, this person is one of your soulmates. You just feel whole and safe and the happiest when they're around. Another way to recognize this kind of connection is, you never feel drained spending time with them, in the contrary, you fill each other battery up. For a few of you, they could be someone who is still looking after you from the other side.

What is their current energy?

They are in a state of great emotional stability, or like we say, their cups are full. They're at a place where they can easily sync in with other people, and give out of their compassion, patience and generosity. They're secure, in their lance, flourishing, you name it lol. Their pleasant energy would neutralize the negativity in a room; during this time, you will always see them act out of kindness and love, and be the bigger person in common conflicts.

What is their message?

"We already have everything we need" is the most prominent message that comes through. I think they just want you to take more time to rest and enjoy little things in life with them. They could be sad/worry for you when you were working too hard towards a goal, that you don't stop to fully celebrate your achievement or neglect your mental health. But at the same time, they know how this particular goal means to you, that's why they said nothing. They never want to stand between you and your goal, and would do anything they know to support you on this path. So instead, they make sure other aspect of your daily life is well taken care of. But yeah, there's a little blue like they wish you could just be more gentle with yourself at times. Like what's the point of all the hard work, if you won't let yourself win and enjoy the fruit?

Source for the art I used:

1. Moss by Melanie Miller

2. Warm stars as the dance by Henri Matisse (@plantbasedsav)

3. Art by @pixolotl on Instagram

4. Art by @turndecassette on Instagram

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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year

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I’m being petty so here’s something I wrote very quickly and is garbage

Pairing: poly Sumeru men x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, internet bullying, mean behavior, death threats, fingering, cunninlingus, me being a petty bitch 😅🙈

You shut your laptop and take a deep breath. Being a scholar with a hobby of writing for fun was starting to take a toll on you. Since you had reached a certain age, anonymous haters have been growing steadily and have gotten more brave and harmful. You hadn’t wanted this to bleed into your professional and romantic life but it was starting to.

Alhaitham had found you poured over your laptop, agitation seeping through your bones. He doesn’t try to interfere in your life, wanting you to come to him when you need it. But lately, he’s found you more stressed than ever. And since your laptop was password protected, he couldn’t pry into your world to figure out how to help you.

Kaveh noticed you would barely leave your room in their place and if you did, you would have bags under your eyes. He’d leave you little kisses on your cheek which you would only hum to, barely reacting. Kaveh did everything he could to get you to open up but Alhaitham just told him to leave you alone until you were ready. “But, but she needs us!”

“We can’t help her if she doesn’t want us to.”

Tighnari would bring you flowers and herbs to liven up your office space and desk. He did his best to support you but nudging you to eat was starting to bother him. “You’ve gotta eat something, you know we hate seeing you like this… you’re not rejecting my cooking are you?” You would widen your eyes and try to eat as much as you could despite your brain fighting you at every turn. His ears droop at the sight of you returning to your room with less and less pep in your step.

Cyno couldn’t stand it. He saw their attempts were futile and decided to take things into his hands. He gathers all of your boyfriends together. He made sure Tighnari left the forest rangers with a capable leader, Alhaitham would have time off, and Kaveh wasn’t at the tavern. As of now, you locked yourself in Alhaitham’s home office and the men can hear you sobbing. How did things get to this point? Why weren’t you reaching out to them? It couldn’t have been your studies, your research has changed things in the akademiya so it can’t be that. “We could break down the door.”

“Do you have any idea how much that would cost?! I worked hard on that,” Kaveh retaliates. Alhaitham rolls his eyes along with Tighnari as they both head toward the door. Tighnari fiddles with the lock on the door and figures out how to unlock the door. The four men stumble in to see you curled in on yourself, laptop open and shining at your form. Tighnari immediately hugs and cuddles you, wiping away your tears as he holds you. Kaveh crawls up to your other side and rests there with his thumb running along your palm. “It’s gonna be okay, we’re here.”

Alhaitham and Cyno immediately rush to the open laptop, anxiety and excitement overcoming them. Excitement to finally see what you’re hiding from them, but anxiety at what it could be. The first thing they notice are your papers with files and all evidence regarding your research. As much as they wanna see what lecture you’re working on now, they know that isn’t what is causing you to be like this. The swipe to find some open internet tabs and see something surprising.

A writing account? You write? For entertainment? They would have never guessed that. And as they inspect, they see that you’ve gotten a lot of love and respect and they’re secretly proud. They ignore your pleads to ignore what else is there but the scholar and general ignore you and go to your profile. Cyno stops scrolling when he sees your inbox full of anonymous messages. Some of them are nice, complimenting your work and wanting to be your friend. But the ones that are unanswered have the two men seeing red.

“Hey,” Cyno starts, “Kaveh, Tighnari you need to see this.”

“Wait,” you plead, “don’t look at those! I-I can handle it! It’s just a few bad messages! A-and shouldn’t you be upset that I’m writing for fun? And it’s romantic and fictional a-and-“

“Darling,” Alhaitham’s hiss of the pet name silences anything else you have to say. “How long have you been receiving death threats?” His eyes zero in on you with concern and anger. His fist is clenched tight as you notice the other guys as well. Tighnari’s tail is stiff as he reads on, Kaveh’s breathing is shallow, and Cyno mumbles under his breath about investigating and bringing out his best men. You bite your lip to hold back tears that fall anyways. You shake your head as you feel your voice tremble and whimper.

“I,” you start. “I mean, I’ve gotten bad messages for years since I turned 25 but once I got older and since my birthday was a few months ago um… 2-3 years? The worst if it began 6 months ago…”

The four men look between each other and realize your behaviors. Six months ago was when your lectures and public appearances became more scarce and your personality had changed. It was all making sense.

Kaveh is the first to end the stillness. “That’s such bullshit!” He punches the wall and walks out of the room. The other three are equally angry and seething, Alhaitham doing everything in his power not to throw your laptop against the wall. Tighnari furrows his eyebrows and picks you up bridal style, adorning your face with comforting kisses and whispering affirmations. Cyno and Alhaitham shut your laptop down, walking out to sit on the couch. Kaveh is pacing in the living room and you and Tighnari are nowhere to be seen. The blond mumbles under his breath furiously until he notices the stoic men staring at him. “Do the two of you cavemen have any ideas? Why are you staring at me?!”

“We’re angry too, Kaveh,” Cyno responds. “We’re trying to figure out what to do.” His voice seems reassuring, but what’s scary is Alhaitham’s silence. It’s calculating and intimidating. Who knows what he’s thinking. The gray haired man in question pushes himself up off the couch and moves to his room, assuming that’s where you and Tighnari are. A softened yell of “hey” from the fox-like man alerts the other two men to enter the room.

“Just what the hell-“

“What is going on in-“

Cyno and Kaveh stop in their tracks when they see Tighnari standing near the bed while Alhaitham presses you into the mattress. Your hands are held above your head so you’re forced to stare into his eyes. “If you are struggling, we are here for you. If someone is making you feel uncomfortable, we are here for you. How are we supposed to be your lovers and support you if you keep things like this from us?” Your lip trembles as you struggle for an answer.

“Hey, Haitham,” Tighnari chides, “loosen up.”

“No I will not. She’s clearly upset, struggling, and dying on the inside and we had no idea. I can’t think a way out of it if all the evidence and problems are hidden from us.” You’re then shocked to feel a tear on your cheek that isn’t yours. Alhaitham is crying? “If I don’t know what’s going on with you, I can’t help you, you idiot!” He leans in to kiss your lips with the most passion you’ve ever felt from him. “Don’t scare me like that. Well, don’t scare us like that.”

You tenderly meet his gaze and cry once more, nodding your head. His grip loosens as he continues to straddle your waist to calm his breathing as he sits up. The other three men in the room are frozen in awe as the usually unemotional scribe puts his feelings out in the world. You feel the bed dip as Tighnari sits beside you and kisses your cheek and trails to your lips. “We love you so much, sunflower. How can we make you feel better?”

“Tighnari,” Cyno asks, “shouldn’t we be asking how long this has been going on?” Kaveh catches on to what the forest ranger is insisting and shakes his head. The blond smiles softly and moves to undress you, coming up behind Alhaitham. Your body seems more relaxed as Alhaitham moves to the side and lets Kaveh hover over you.

“Baby girl,” Kaveh whispers into your inner thigh, “let us figure out what to do later. Right now, we want to rid you of those terrible thoughts.” The cool air meets your skin as your bottoms are removed. He softly kisses your bare thigh and meets green eyes. “Right, Tighnari?”

The two men share a chuckle as he caresses your cheek and slots his lips against yours. “We can work through emotions later. Right now, we have to show our love how much we love you.”

Alhaitham nods and plays with the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, flirting with the skin there. You squirm from the sudden attention as he runs his hand up your chest. “You do know all the words they said aren’t true, right? You’ve only gotten better with age.” His breath tickles your ear. “Your beauty,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, “your brain,” he kisses your neck, “all of you… have all gotten better with age.” You hear hums of accordance around you before your breath hitches in your throat.

“I second about your beauty,” Kaveh comments, “your body is a work of art to behold.” He slides your panties off and licks his lips. “Archons, I love your pussy.” His hands push your thighs apart and jots his tongue out to lick your heat. Your whimper is silenced by Tighnari’s lips as his tongue explores inside your mouth. His hand cups your chin and tugs you closer. The man maneuvers behind you, giving Kaveh and Alhaitham more access to your body. The blond nods in appreciation as he sinks his face further into your pussy, humming in ecstasy. “You taste,” he gives your lower lips a kiss, “so good.”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes at the emotional blond, running his hand up your chest to pinch your nipple. Your head falls back, breaking the kiss with Tighnari. The other man squints his eyes at the scribe, “wow thanks,” as Alhaitham lifts your shirt and sucks on your breast. His free hand kneads your other breast and groans into your skin. Cyno still stands in the corner, his breathing turning to panting as the bulge in his uniform grows. His crossed arms fall as he finds his way next to Kaveh, smacking the blond on his ass. Kaveh yelps, and scoots over for the general. You meet his intense ruby stare as his fingers mess with your folds. “Is this what you need, princess? To be taken care of like this?” His face drops as he sinks his fingers inside you. Tighnari and Alhaitham hold you down, watching Cyno flick his tongue over your clit. His eyes never leave yours, making sure to watch your every expression. Is this what you want? Is this all you think about? Sex and work? Then fine, he was going to give it to you. They all were.

Tighnari ruts his hips into your side, suckling your ear. His featherlight touches across your stomach make your abs contract. The fleeting touch has your hips writhing in pleasure from your boyfriends treating your body right. The two men in between your legs trail kisses along your inner thigh and on your pussy, the coil inside you begging to be unwound. The other two at your upper half fondle your breasts, kissing your neck and lips leaving you no chance to breathe. Your nipples are pert from wandering fingers and bites, your cries muffled by Alhaitham’s swollen lips, his groans spurring you on more.

With all the attention on you, you cum hard with their names tumbling off your lips. The men around you help you ride out your high as your back arches off the bed, their warm touch sensual yet comforting all at once. Alhaitham is the first to speak. “Don’t ever scare us like that again. Or else we will have to punish you.”

“Are you really threatening her right now? Really,” Kaveh rolls his eyes and gives you one more kiss to your thigh before standing up. Cyno gently removes his fingers and closes your legs, giving you a rare yet warm smile. Tighnari is the only one that stays by your side in bed, knowing how clingy you get after an orgasm. He kisses your forehead over and over, whispering that you’re okay and he loves you. Alhaitham takes your clothes off the bed while Kaveh and Cyno help with clean up and getting you snacks.

“Hey, baby girl, eat this okay?” Kaveh hands you some pudding and you take a spoonful. His hand rubs your leg as you lay more into Tighnari. Cyno sits at the edge of the bed and takes a deep breath. Alhaitham stands against the wall with a book in his hands already.

“So,” Cyno begins, “I think Alhaitham figured out how to find those terrible internet people. We’ll surf the web and capture them.”

You feel Tighnari groan in your ear and everyone else has the same sentiments as a giggle finally comes to you. Alhaitham smiles lightly at hearing your laugh, something he hasn’t realized he’s missed these last few months. Kaveh snuggles into your other side with a chuckle and kiss. “Then why don’t you two smarty pants figure that out and we’ll let our love rest okay? We can finish up later.”

In the end they find the bad people and make them suffer and you and your boyfriends live happily ever after.

The fucking end.

@unknownspecies

#alhaitham x fem!reader #genshin impact x female reader #kaveh x fem!reader #cyno x fem!reader #tighnari x female reader #poly sumeru men #my writing #i did the thing

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