#I have to take breaks reading it since I get so immersed and stressed just wanting everything to be okay🤣

[runningwithscizzorz]

Reading BamSaras fic and Jesus Christ guys how do you physically stop yourself from drawing every single chapter

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It's My Problem

Genre: angst w/ a happy ending, established relationship 

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: crying, some curse words, pet names, kiss 

Summary: You’ve been overworked and stressed from university, and it causes you to neglect the one thing in your life that eases your mind from it all 

A/N: Based on this request by anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this, but I hope you enjoy it!!

Ever since you had gotten done with classes that day, you have been sitting in the same spot in your apartment living room working on the same essay. Your professor decided to inconvenience everyone by moving the deadlines earlier without notice, so you were rushed to get through this week's assignments. Your grade had already taken a serious blow when you failed your quiz earlier, and now you were on the edge of pulling out all of your hair trying to get done with this essay. It didn’t help that no matter how much effort you put into an essay, it seemed your professor always read it with the intent of finding flaws to be able to fail you. 

You have been staring at your laptop screen, absorbed in the mind-numbing topic, until all the words started to mold together and there was nothing but static in your brain. However, you couldn’t afford any breaks, so you pushed through just hoping you weren’t asking too much of trying to get it done in time and bring your grade up a little. This essay had brought you to the brink of tears more than once, but there was nothing you could do with your pent up energy but pour it into writing like a vicious cycle. You were mentally exhausted and didn’t have time or spare energy to devote to anything else which is how you had missed the numerous texts sent from your boyfriend. 

Hyunjin was also having a miserable day, having created a whole routine that he had to scrap at the last minute since the company decided that it wasn’t the right look for him after all. He was feeling completely drained and useless having wasted so much time on something he was proud of just to be told it wasn’t good enough. He had felt he let himself down, his members, and stay, and all he wanted was to be somewhere that he could forget everything for a moment. He just needed to go home to you and put this whole day behind him, knowing that you’d give him the encouragement to try again. 

He ignored the weird feeling in his chest he got that you haven't responded to any of his texts, telling himself that you were busy at university today. The sun had long set when Hyunjin was entering your apartment, and the darkness he walked home in reflected his mood. However, when he saw you curled up on the couch in his oversized hoodie with your messy hair falling into your eyes, he felt that twinge in his chest start to ease. His features softened as he gazed at you, and he could feel the tightness in his muscles melting. 

He wordlessly made his way over to you, and he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You engulfing his every sense was already returning some of his energy, and he held onto you tighter. “Hey, my love,” he mumbled, pulling away to kiss the pulse point under your jaw, delighting in the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. 

“Hyunjin, love… I’m trying to work.” You ruffled his hair without even sparing him a glance, and your voice was monotonous as your headspace remained immersed in the work in front of you. 

Hyunjin was a bit taken aback about how unreceptive you were being, his grip around you loosened and his brows furrowed with worry. “Angel… Why don’t you take a break? You seem a bit tense. Maybe you just need to clear your head.” 

You bitterly laughed before pulling away slightly from Hyunjin’s arms, “No, I just need to get this done.” He sat up from the hug, but he wasn’t ready to let you go, his hands resting on your hips and rubbing soothing circles on the skin that his thumbs brushed when he slipped his hands under your hoodie. 

Hyunjin felt a sting in his heart when you moved away from him, but he realized what class you were working on and exactly how stressed you were. What hurt more was seeing your eyes glazed with tiredness and the lingering frown on your lips, so he tried again. “Y/n-“ 

“Hyunjin,” your tone was stern, almost like a warning, and you let out a long sigh. Normally, you wouldn’t have missed the way that his hands were trembling a bit from where they still rested at your sides. You wouldn’t have missed his wide pleading eyes wanting you to look at him, becoming glassier each second that yours remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t think anything about the way that he silently got up and disappeared into your bedroom with heavy footsteps. 

You weren’t really thinking at all, your mind being on autopilot to fill in every part except for this all consuming essay that could be compared to the likes of a parasite. You’re not sure how long had passed since Hyunjin had left your side and been replaced with a deafening silence, but you were finally attaching your essay file to submit. When you closed your laptop screen and plunged yourself into the darkness of your apartment, the sense of dread never left the pit of your stomach, but it was out of your hands now. You sat there for a second, letting your mind recover from the strain that you put it through, and your eyes adjusted as you looked around and noticed just how empty everything felt. 

You had a sudden longing for your boyfriend that you remember had tried to greet you earlier, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from your work. You felt around for your phone on the couch to check what time it was, momentarily blinded by the brightness before spotting the numerous notifications from Hyunjin you had received throughout the day. The text started off cute as usual, telling you how pretty you had looked after you left him to attend classes and him wishing you to have a good day. You smiled absently to yourself as you read over these, but hours later at the company, they became less and less happy as he filled you in on the emotions he was battling that day. 

Your smile slowly faded and tears welled in your eyes as you read his last text: “I can’t wait to come home to you. I just really need you right now.” A lump formed in your throat as you remembered the way you had shrugged him off of you earlier when he came home, and you regretted that you couldn’t even make the effort to show him any attention. You took a deep breath and pulled yourself off the couch, making your way to your bedroom to find Hyunjin. 

You quietly turned the door knob and pushed open the door to be greeted by the sight of a Hyunjin shaped lump under the covers, only his black tufts of hair peeking out. Your shoulders drooped at the sight of how vulnerable he looked tucked into bed like that, on his side curled into himself, and you hated that you weren’t there for him today. You tentatively made your way over to your side of the bed so as not to wake him and gently peeled back the covers to slip in beside him. You carefully shifted until you could wrap your arms around his sleeping form and press yourself closer into him. 

You wished you could make it up to him now, but it was too late, deciding that he’s had a long enough day and just needed the rest. You let the scent of his shampoo and the warmth of his body calm you as you thought of all the ways you could make it up to him in the morning. You leaned up to leave a light kiss on his shoulder before settling back down with your forehead resting against his back. You closed your eyes, ready to try to find some sleep of your own, but failing as you still felt unease in your chest. 

You were listening to Hyunjin’s steady breathing when you felt a gentle touch to your hand that was holding Hyunjin, and his raspy voice shattered the crushing silence, “y/n?” He said your name so quietly, but your heart still picked up speed. 

“It’s me, love. I’m here.” You whispered back softly, and he shifted in your arms to face you. The room was dark, but you could still make out Hyunjin’s round questioning eyes and full lips turned downwards at the corners. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you earlier today…” Hyunjin closed his eyes and exhaled shakily. 

“Love, no. You don’t need to be sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry, baby.” You reached out and caressed his face, but Hyunjin’s eyes remained closed. You went to retract your hand, but he brought his up to wrap around your wrist to keep your hand in place. 

You stayed like that in silence for a long moment, stroking your thumb over the smooth skin of his face while his thumb did the same with the back of your hand, and you waited for him to say something. When it seemed like he wasn’t going to, you started to speak up again, but you felt something wet on your thumb. 

“It’s my problem. I just keep fucking up,” Hyunjin said brokenly before more tears spilled down his cheeks. “At the company, with my members, and now you…” His brows were pinched tightly and his eyes were screwed shut, trying to get the tears to stop. 

You pulled him closer to you and stroked his hair, feeling your heart crack each time that his shoulders shook from crying. You clenched your jaw in an attempt to stop your own tears, but soon you were sniffling too. “No, love. That’s not true. You didn’t do anything wrong. I should’ve been there for you.” 

Hyunjin pulled away from where his face was buried in the crook of your neck to look up at you, “shit, are you crying too? Please don’t cry, my love.” He brushed away your tears while his own still dampened his face. 

“You needed me today. You needed me to tell you how much I love you and how proud I am of you. How you’re an amazing dancer and the company is wrong for what they did. I saw your routine, love, and I cannot fathom how you can be so talented.” You said all in one breath and continued, letting it pour from your heart while Hyunjin listened with bated breath. 

“Your moves were so powerful and every detail was perfect down to your facial expressions. Even the members knew how great it was which is why they all supported you the whole way. Don’t let the company’s greed determine your worth because they are blind. They can’t see that there are millions out there captivated by your talent and all your efforts.” 

Hyunjin’s eyes shined with tears and sparkled in the moonlight as he looked up at you, and his sad expression changed into a wobbly smile, “you really mean all of that?” He asked in a tiny voice that made him seem completely unshielded. 

“Of course I do, my love. I’m so sorry-” 

“You don’t have to be sorry either. You were stressed with university, and I should’ve realized that before disturbing you.” 

“I was stressed, but that’s not an excuse for snapping at you like that. You were just trying to take care of me, and I should’ve let you. You always know how to ease my mind and take my stress away, and I just want to do the same for you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

Now Hyunjin was wearing a genuine smile that made his cheeks round and his eyes turn into crescent moons. Seeing him smile again caused your own heart to warm, and you could feel your breathing become steadier. “My love…” He pulled you close to him, closing the distance until you were both tangled together again. You were face to face on the same pillow now, and you could feel his breath ghost against your lips. “You don’t need to make it up to me. You’re all I want and need.” 

“Oh, my sweet romantic boy,” he giggled when you said that, and the beautiful sound ringing in your ears brought a smile to your face. “I’m still going to make it up to you because it’s important to me that you know how much I love you.” With that, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his soft plump ones. 

The kiss was slow at first, barely grazing each other's lips until you couldn’t take it any more, and you smashed into him. You gripped at his shirt to keep him close while his own hands made their way into your hair. He coaxed your mouth open with his own, quickly gaining access and continuing to deepen the kiss. You swallowed all of his delicious sighs, and he did the same with yours until you were both out of breath, not wanting to be the first one to pull away. 

You both were breathing heavily when you finally broke the kiss, and your eyes remained on the way his lips looked even more beautiful, swollen and shiny. You reached up and traced your thumb over them, and your eyes finally flickered up to meet his gaze watching you just as closely. “So, what did you have in mind for making it up to me?” Hyunjin finally spoke up, laughing breathily, and you laughed with him before leaning back in to finish what you started.

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All The Fear and The Fire of The End of The World [Joel Miller x artist!reader]

Read on Ao3

Sequel to The Artist and the Builder

Fandom: The Last of Us

Ship: Joel Miller x you/artist!reader who is his age and has arthritis and allergies (although that's not really addressed in this one)

Tags/warnings: ANGST, bit of h/c, Panic attacks, reader is sick, Joel has anxiety. That's about it, but please stay safe is panic attacks is something that triggers you <3

Summary: Joel has told Ellie about what happened in Salt Lake City, and she is livid with him. Seeking comfort with you, Joel however finds you in the grips of a nasty flu, and has to put his own needs aside to nurse you.

Words: 3,799

A/N: Title is from Hozier's Wasteland, Baby! Couldn't resist: All the fear and the fire of the end of the world, happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl...

Thank you to @pazizz for having a read before it was finished!

Joel hasn't had an attack like this in a long time - not since he and Ellie settled in Jackson - but now, it's bad.

His heart is being squeezed like a stress ball, his lungs are not taking in fresh air, his throat is constricted. Panic floods his brain as he clutches at his collar. He can't breathe, can't think, can't -

Ellie's screamed words echo in the fiber of his being.

How could you? I hate you! Don't talk to me ever again!

He had finally told her the truth about what had happened at the hospital, why she didn't get to save the world. And Ellie shut him out.

You took my decision away from me!

How could she even consider dying for a cure that wasn't guaranteed? How could she not see that she was the light of his entire life?

How could he not tell her the truth from the start?

Joel stumbles onto one knee, the guilt taking his legs from under him. He fights to breathe, his right fist closes, and he bangs it into the floor. Again. Again. Pain reverberates through his hand and arm, and that jerks him out of his mental anguish.

He punches the floor until the skin of his knuckles break, and he can breathe normally again. Greedily gulping down air in a way that sounds like sobbing - but he is not fucking crying - Joel slowly gets back onto his feet. His knuckles are aching, his arm feels battered, but he grabs his coat, and heads out. Hurrying through the snowy streets of Jackson, he barely notices anyone passing by. He's in a hurry, hurting hand hidden in his jacket pocket, internal compass pointing to your house.

He needs comfort, your soothing hands. He needs to know that he did what he could.

Even if it was you who pushed him into telling Ellie, he knows you were right to encourage him to do it. And he needs you now that Ellie has denounced him. You won't judge him for waiting so long.

He walks into your house without knocking. His throat feels almost constricted when he enters the living-room, expecting to find you in front of the fireplace, immersed in one of your projects. But you're not there, and the fire is nothing but a heap of embers. Frowning, Joel calls your name again. It's not like you to leave the fire unattended or leave on the lights. He walks over to the bedroom door and pushes it open.

There's a pile of blankets on the bed. When his eyes get used to the twilight in the room, he sees that there's a body underneath the layers of covers.

He speaks your name, and the pile of blankets moves. For a second his heart seizes, and panic rises within him. Not you too, he can't stand it!

Then you croak his name, and he knows what's up.

You're so cold. You've never been this cold in your life, and no amount of blankets is helping. Good God, how is it even possible to be so cold, to shake so hard? Your muscles are aching with how much you're shaking, and you can't do anything about it.

You hear Joel's voice close to you, and you will your eyes open, even if using your vision is making your headache worse.

Joel's face swims somewhere above you. Through the brain fog, you hear him ask you how you are.

"Just a slight temperature," you mumble, then feel Joel's callused hand on your forehead.

"You're burning up."

He takes off his jacket, and gets in bed with you, digging himself underneath the blankets until he's right next to you. Fitting his form to yours, he wraps his arm around you to bring you in even closer.

"You're shaking!"

"Jus' need a nap..."

"You need a lot more than that, darlin'."

You mumble something as your eyes fall shut. His body heat has already started to spill onto you, and slowly, you stop shaking, and start relaxing.

"How long have you been like this?" His voice is soft, his breath so warm against your skin. You want to crawl into his voice, melt into the rich, deep syllables, dissolve from this aching body.

"Had to leave the clinic around midday," you slur. Speaking seems difficult. Your throat is sore, your head feels like it's about to explode.

"Are there any meds?"

"No."

"Then it's rest and liquids for you."

You're already drifting off, secure in his arms. Joel feels you relax and become heavy, your audible breathing slowing down. Gently, he strokes a couple of stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear, and notes that your hairline is damp with sweat. When he's certain that you're not waking up, he carefully disentangles himself from you, and gets up from the bed.

His own heartache is forgotten when he rummages through the cupboards of your kitchen, finding your teas made from dried herbs and flowers. He gathers towels, finds a bucket for water, gathers whatever he can find that will help him take care of you. He returns to the bedroom to check on you before leaving your house to get something to eat from the dining-hall, and see Jackson's doctor.

The doc has, naturally, nothing to prescribe except bedrest and liquid, which Joel had already figured out. What little drugs there are, must be saved for the truly sick. He's luckier at the dining-hall: he gets a big portion of chicken broth from one of the women working there.

"This will cure anything," she promises, and Joel thanks her gruffly. He hurries home to you, finding you exactly where he left you.

You sleep for hours. Focusing his attention on you, wiping your forehead whenever it gets too shiny, listening to your wheezing breaths, Joel forgets about the pressure over his own chest. He can't forget about Ellie, her anger, her words, but he doesn't succumb to anxiety over what happened.

When you wake up, the things Ellie said are pushed to the back of his brain.

You're like a cat waking up from anesthesia: unable to walk but hell-bent on doing it.

"Need the toilet," you mumble, and Joel supports you to the bathroom. You're freezing once you slump down on the toilet seat, and he turns around to give you some privacy.

"Go away," you moan, bent over with you aching head in your hands.

"I've seen women piss before, so do what you have to so that I can help you back to bed," he retorts, and you scoff weakly before releasing a stream of urine that seems searing hot. You manage to wipe yourself and wash your hands before you have to lean on Joel again.

"We need to get you out of these sweaty clothes," he tells you, but you're loath to get undressed.

"It's so cold," you whine, but you're in no position to fight him on it.

He puts his own flannel on you before taking you back to bed, where he coaxes two spoonfuls of broth into you, and almost half a cup of tea, until you shake your head. He gives up, and lets you curl up to sleep. The winter darkness is falling but he turns on the bedside lamp so that he can see your face, its lines stressed by the lamplight and sickness, your forehead shiny with fever, your lips separated as you snore. For a long time, he just watches you, like he's looking for an answer in your features.

Eventually, he turns off the light, rises from his chair, and leaves the bedroom to start a fire in the living-room fireplace.

Your temperature is up the next day so Joel brings the doc, who can't do anything except encourage him to continue doing what he's been doing so far. You're mostly asleep, delirious when you're not, and still so, so cold. Joel does his best to get fluids in you, and a couple of spoonfuls of chicken soup, but it's hard when you're either limp in his arms or shaking.

By afternoon, he's exhausted. Tommy comes by to check on both him and you, and he brings food. Joel never even thought about eating himself.

Sitting on opposite sides of the kitchen table, Joel opens the lunch box and devours its contents.

"I saw Ellie earlier today. She seemed upset, what's up with her?" Tommy wants to know. Joel winces from the painful stab in his heart.

"Nothing's up with Ellie."

"Liar."

Joel looks up from the food at his brother. Tommy knows him too well.

"I told her. About what happened in Salt Lake City."

"That didn't go well."

"It didn't."

Joel looks down again and stuffs his mouth with the rest of the food. The conversation is over for his part, and Tommy knows better than to push it.

"She'll come round."

Joel grunts, and they both sit in silence for a while before Tommy rises.

"I gotta get back to work. Lemme know if you need anything."

Joel clears his throat. "If you see Ellie... tell her I'm not coming back to the house for a while. I don't want her to have to move out."

"Sure, bro."

Tommy pats Joel on the back as he passes him by, and when the front door closes, Joel follows to lock it. He then comes to the bedroom, kicks off his boots, and crawls into bed next to you. His fingers tremble slightly when he touches your forehead, still finding you burning hot. Carefully, not wanting to wake you, he fits himself to your body, puts his head down, and watches you through the grey winter light.

Caring for you has kept him busy enough to not dwell too much on what happened with Ellie, but now his brain is buzzing with her last words to him, her rage and disappointment, his failure. He owes Ellie so much, and he failed her.

His unavailable heart has been locked inside his closed chest for so long, until Ellie cracked it open. Ellie, with her courage, innocence, those stupid puns that she loves so much, and that Joel can’t help smiling at. How could he have surrendered her to the Fireflies? His relationship with Ellie had developed from duty to decency before finally unfolding into love. He has already known the worst pain in his life, and he wasn’t going to live through that again. He simply could not give Ellie up.

And now he has lost her anyway, and he might lose you too.

"You get well," he whispers, assured that you can't hear his dramatic, pathetic plea, even when it's directed at you. "My heart can't take it if you don't make it, you hear me? Don't you dare die on me."

You offer him no sign of having heard him. He swallows, his throat tight, and presses his eyes shut, praying that sleep will take his worries away.

Your violent coughing wakes him up. He blinks blearily in the dark room before he gets his bearings, his arm going around the body that is convulsing next to him. It's a wet cough, rattling in your lungs, and it's new. He sits up in bed, hands on you, like that's going to help. As if anything he does helps. He hates the feeling on not being able to help.

When your coughing subsides, you groan and mumble something.

"What's that, darlin'?"

"My head," you repeat, voice raspy and thin.

"Just lay still."

"Thirsty."

Joel promptly rolls out of bed and goes to get a fresh glass of water from the kitchen. When he sits by your side to help you drink it, he realizes that you're no longer shaking. You take little sips before slumping back against the pillow, your face ashen and your eyes matted, but when he feels your forehead, he can tell you no longer have a fever. That has to be a good sign, right?

“How are you feelin’?” he asks, knowing immediately that it is a stupid question. You open your mouth, but instead of words coming out, there is a bout of coughing. Joel grimaces sympathetically as he takes the glass from your hand to avoid you spilling on yourself.

“Been better,” you finally wheeze, reaching for the glass again as soon as the coughing subsides. He gets up to go refill it, and you drowsily look around the room.

“What day is it?”

“Tuesday,” he calls back from the kitchen.

You let that sink in. When Joel comes back in, he clearly sees your confusion.

“You’ve been out of it for a few days, yeah.”

“And you’ve been here the whole time?”

He hands you the refilled glass but averts his eyes when he replies.

“Someone had to look out for you.”

You drink more greedily now, the cold water lashing its way down your scratchy throat in a way that makes you feel more alert despite the discomfort. Joel takes your glass when you’re finished, puts it on the nightstand, and pulls the covers more snugly around you.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, somewhat amused at his fussing. “You should go home. Has Ellie even seen you since I got sick?”

He freezes, pain flashing across his face before his features turn to cold, hard stone. But you saw it, plain as day.

“Joel?”

He doesn’t answer, and your fear rises.

“Joel, is Ellie alright?”

“Yes.” The answer comes promptly, but the three letters contain a world of events and emotions that you, despite your current state, need to know more of.

“What happened?”

“We’ll talk about it later, darlin’. You need to rest.”

“We’ll talk about it now.” You stress the last word with a rise in volume and pitch, which brings about another bout of coughing. When you’re done, Joel gives you a disapproving glare.

“You’re not well.”

“Duh. Now tell me, or do I have to get out of this bed and go find Ellie myself?”

He sighs deeply, jaw squared as he stares out of the open bedroom door. You wait as he gathers himself.

“I told her. About Salt Lake City.”

“And she didn’t take it well?”

“No. She never wants to see me again. She hates me.”

“Joel…”

Joel can’t look at you. Not even his brother knows the whole story, but he has told you, one late night after the two of you had fucked and were sharing whispered secrets in each other’s arms. He couldn’t keep you in the dark, you’re too important. With all that he has lost in life, with all of his scars and traumas, he got to know Ellie, and he got to know you. When he least expected it, you came along, with your way of seeing the world, its light and its shadows, your body as aching as his but your mind nowhere near as broken. Your ribs bend open so easily for your heart to do what hearts do best. And that kept his chest from closing again now that Ellie hates him.

He’s so grateful for you. And so ashamed.

Tears burn in his eyes and when you sit up and put your hand on his shoulder, he draws a sobbing breath. Goddammit.

“It’s okay, Joel,” you rasp. “We’ll figure it out.”

He passes his hands over his face, wills his tears away, but the more he fights it, the more constricted his chest feels.

No, not now, not when he needs to stay strong for you!

“Joel?”

“Be right back,” he presses, standing up so quickly that the world spins for a second, and his first two steps are wobbly. He hears you speak his name again, but he hurries out to the kitchen, finding support from the sink, his head swimming, his heart beating so fast he thinks it’s going to explode but at the same time he can’t breathe, his throat is closed, he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, Jesus fucking Christ he’s having a heart attack –

“Joel!”

Your hands are on him, turning him around. At the end of his tunnel vision is your haggard face, and through the roar in his ears – where did that come from and what is it? – he can hear your voice.

“Joel? Listen to my voice. Feel my touch. You’re okay, baby, you’re okay. I promise. You can breathe. Just take a deep breath, that’s it, just like that, and exhale. Good, go ahead, take another one. That’s great, Joel, just like that.”

Without even noticing, your hoarse voice has pushed through the panic and the pain and the noises, and he finds himself breathing deeply, consciously, his heart slowing down. He blinks a couple of times, and his eyesight is back to normal. You’re in front of him, nodding your encouragement. He wets his lips, wants to say something, but then his knees buckle under him, and before he knows it, both of you are on the floor, you from trying to help him, your still weak body no match for his weight.

You’re coughing, and he collects you in his arms, ignoring the smarting in his elbow. It keeps him sharp.

“You okay?” he asks you as soon as you’re done coughing. You nod against his chest, wheezing breath keeping you from speaking. He holds you closer when you shiver slightly, and when you embrace him back, he feels a lot better.

“What about you?”

“I’m good, darlin’, don’t worry about me.”

“That was a panic attack, Joel, and not a small one.”

He frowns, looks down at you.

“I have a heart problem.”

“Maybe so, but that wasn’t a heart attack. It was a panic attack.”

“How would you know?”

You roll your eyes at him, even though it hurts your head.

“I’m a nurse, Joel.”

He has to chuckle at your tone, but you’re not amused.

“I also had a sister who suffered panic attacks from a young age. It differs from person to person, but what I did to you worked on her. Seemed to work on you as well.”

“It… did. Thank you.”

“How long have you – “ you start, but he interrupts you, though not unkindly.

“Can we… not talk about it right now? I’m exhausted, and you need to rest.”

You agree, and with combined forces, the two of you manage to get off the floor and drag yourselves back to the bedroom. You collapse on the bed together and just barely find the energy to arrange yourselves comfortably before both of you are out.

You sleep uneasily, your cough waking you up constantly. Your head is still aching, and your throat is lined with needles when you swallow, not to mention how much your lungs hurt when you cough, but you’re hungry for the first time since you got sick.

You hear a light snore next to you, so you turn your head. Joel is deep asleep, turned away from you, sleeping on his good ear. Your hacking must have disturbed him because you’re quite sure that he was holding you when you went to sleep.

Slowly, gently, you place your hand between his shoulder blades. He’s warm, sweaty even, in his flannel and no doubt from his attack earlier. But he seems at ease now: his broad back is relaxed, his breaths are deep and even, and he doesn’t move when touched. Carefully, you scoot closer, a tickle in your throat threatening to grow into a cough, but you manage to keep it down. Your arm goes around his waist, and you mold yourself to his form, spooning him tightly, your hand finding a soft spot on his belly to rest against. His breath stutters and changes, but other than his hand clumsily finding yours, he doesn’t move.

He smells of old sweat, and you don’t feel too fresh yourself. The thought of taking a shower with him once he wakes up sets off a pull deep within your lower belly, and you smile as you feel your cheeks heat up. Even when struggling through the worst flu you’ve ever experienced, you can’t keep from fantasizing about the things this man can do with his hands, his mouth, his cock…

You take it he’s to stay with you now, which means that you have to tidy up the living-room, make room for him, but you find yourself not minding. You want him there, you want to go to sleep and wake up with him next to you, and once you get well you want to wake up with your hands all over each other, his mouth on your skin, his rare smiles over breakfast.

The thought of breakfast makes your stomach growl, and you feel a little faint. It’s definitely time to eat something. Gently, you move away from Joel, rousing him when your arm leaves his waist. He rolls over onto his back and rubs his eyes before looking at you.

“Hi,” you smile, patting his arm. “You sleep if you need to. I gotta eat.”

“What time is it?”

“No idea, but it’s still light outside.”

“I’ll fix us something.”

“It’s fine, I’m on it.”

You get out of bed, your legs a little weak but still carrying you, and go to the bathroom first. Joel’s heavy steps are heard making their way to the kitchen, and when you appear in the doorway, he’s already making tea and heating up broth.

“I’ll get something from the kitchens,” he tells you without looking up. “Better see my brother too, let him know we’re alive.”

You walk up to him, feeling a little bit like Bambi on the ice, but you make it, and you wrap your arms around him from behind, and rest your cheek to his back. Joel stops what he’s doing, muscles flexing before relaxing, and his hands come to rest on top of yours.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh.”

He turns around until he’s facing you, and there is something soft in his eyes when he cups your cheeks with his big, warm hands and leans his forehead to yours. Both of you exhale audibly, then smile together. You lick your lips, clear your throat.

“Joel…”

“I love you.” His fingers make small, soothing circles behind your ears.

He beat you to it, the rascal.

“I love you, Joel. We’ll fix this. You’ll stay with me, and we’ll figure it out.”

“Thank you.”

He tilts his head a little, lips ghosting over yours. You draw back.

“I don’t want you to catch what I have.”

“I don’t care.”

He kisses you, and you let yourself melt into it, into the assurance that Joel Miller is yours, body and soul.

[number1jeonginstan]

can you please make a jeongin smut? jeongin had too much screen time on his computer playing games and you were angry at him so you ignored him and he wanted to pay you back by joining you on the shower and made a make out session in the shower

A/N: I hope you like this!! Also, thank you for being my first-ever ask!!!

WC: 1k

Frustration:

You were lying on your bed waiting for Jeongin to end his game. You were casually scrolling through your phone, waiting for him to finish his game with Felix and Beomgyu. Ever since Felix helped him build a PC, he has been on it non-stop.  The last full conversation you guys had was him telling you how he was going to get a new graphics card to have smoother gameplay. You wanted to rip the damn wires out of the thing, he was spending every second, not working, on the computer. You knew he needed a break, constantly being stressed especially with the new comeback right after their Japanese EP, but you missed him. You missed being close to him, and spending time with him, but most of all you missed the sex. You were not someone with a high sex drive, but you missed having him on you, in you, kissing you.

“Innie, do you know how much longer you are playing for? I want to sleep soon.” you sighed. 

You hoped he could hear the annoyed tone in your voice, you wanted him to look up from his computer and look at you, but he just responded with a “in a little bit”. You waited another minute but the only thing you heard was him telling Felix to look behind him. You just groaned, looking back at your phone, deciding on reading a book for a bit if he was going to take a long time. An hour passed like this, the sound of him occasionally yelling into his mic and you flipping through your book. You got more and more immersed in your book, a romance novel your friend recommended for you to read. “He took her clit in his mouth, lightly sucking it as she ran her fingers through his hair,” you whined slightly, feeling yourself getting wet from the words. 

You couldn’t believe it, you were so touch-starved that just reading the book soaked your underwear. “Innie, I’m going to go take a shower.” You quickly got up, not wanting to feel your underwear stick to you. He just nodded, allowing you to go to the bathroom. What you did not realize was that Jeongin had finished his game ten minutes prior. He was watching you from the black screen of your computer. Your face scrunching a bit, and he heard your whine. The little sound you always made when you needed him. 

He went over to the bed, opening the book to the page you left off of, and his eyes widened. You were getting off to a book while your own boyfriend was just a foot away. He felt like shit, he didn’t realize how much he was ignoring you and he felt even worse that you did not speak up. He knew that he needed to make it up to you and make you feel appreciated as you do to him every day. He quickly took off his shirt, leaving him only in his sweatpants, and entered the bathroom. You were already in the shower, shampooing the roots of your hair. 

You did not realize that he was behind you til you turned around to get conditioner. “Hi,” he grinned at you, his signature smirk splayed on his face. “Hi,” you responded back with the cheesiest grin. He cusped your jaw in his hand, kissing you passionately. It felt like time had stopped, you missed him so much, groaning into the kiss. “What do I get to owe this pleasure to?” you asked giggling a bit. “You were getting off to a fictional man, while your hot, cool, tall boyfriend was right in front of you” he pouted, kissing you once again. “When did I get a tall boyfriend?” you asked trying to hide the smile on your face. 

“Hey!” he screamed “I don’t think you deserve my kisses after that.” You pouted at him, taking his cock in your hand and he groaned. “No,” he took your hand off his cock, “this is about you, I want you to feel good, my good girl,” he said against your lips. “But I want you in me” you pleaded looking up at him with your doe eyes. “Fuck, don’t say that to me.” 

He hoisted you up onto the side of the shower, his back being sprayed with water. “Let me prep you okay? It’s been a while, I don’t want you to get hurt.” You just nodded, moaning when he inserted a finger into you. “Fuck, you are so wet, did you miss me this much, need my fingers in you. You are so tight, don’t think I can even fit a second finger, but you can take it can’t you? You are going to take it like a good girl?” You whimpered at his words. “I can take another one, I can be a good girl, want your cock Jeongin, please I can take it.” 

He groaned, loving the way you felt his fingers in you, scissoring inside of you. You were always so tight, but after not fucking for two weeks, he knew that he had to stretch you more than usual. He wanted to make you cum, wanting to hear your moans as you reached your climax, so he lifted you higher, face directly at your cunt. He licked up at you taking your clit in his mouth sucking slightly, groaning at your taste as he continued to fuck his fingers inside of you. That was all you needed to cum. 

He rubbed soap on you and conditioned your hair as you came down from your high. He wanted to give you time to relax before he fucked you so hard you couldn’t think about anything else but his name. After you both finished washing up, he took a towel, wrapped it around you, and kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you, baby, it won’t happen again.” He made sure you knew how much he meant it as he fucked you into your bed.

[tomorrowxtogether]

TAEHYUN: “TOMORROW X TOGETHER is youth itself”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Name Chapter: FREEFALL comeback interview

2023.10.25

Everything TAEHYUN says eventually circles back to one thing: music. It’s not just what he invests his heart and soul into, but also his primary medium for expressing love, as well as the driving force propelling him forward.

You tried keeping a journal and reading more books earlier this year.

TAEHYUN: That no longer applies though. (laughs) I got busy with work. It felt like a great year, being on tour and everything, but it came with some pressure. I know it’s not possible for someone to be able to give me all the answers to life, but I bought some books anyway, thinking they might at least provide some tips. I guess I’d still be reading if they had any really amazing ones … (laughs) I kept a diary for around one or two months. I usually share my thoughts and feelings to the other members, my friends, and sometimes staff members more than my family. At one point I was struggling emotionally, and I was telling someone on staff about it, but they just went into work mode. (laughs) They told me, “You can get it all out later in lyrical form. It’d be good to sort through it.” So I ended up keeping that diary half because of that and half because I was using my phone too much during the tour.

What sort of things did you write in your diary? Some people simply write down the things that happened that day and some  talk about their feelings and emotions.

TAEHYUN: I mostly write down my thoughts and feelings. Shocking, right? That’s what I usually go for. Then I started to have doubts when every day started to feel the same. I asked the person who recommended that I keep a diary and  they said, “You write the same thing, but each day you feel a little different. You should work through that.” My number one priority is how something makes me think or feel, then I can explain what actually happened. Later on, I can look back and see how I was feeling at the time.

Are you trying anything else new lately?

TAEHYUN: I’m actually laying off things one by one. I’m even taking a little break from exercising and just concentrating on doing what I have to do. I feel like taking a short break here and there means I have more physical and mental capacity when I have to concentrate on my work.

What do you do when you have a little bit of downtime?

TAEHYUN: I had about three days off and I just got back from a trip to Gangwon Province with some friends. I was so happy that it made me worried for the future. I find it stress-relieving to talk about light-hearted, random things and to just say whatever comes to mind without thinking too hard. (laughs)

Considering how good you are at everything, what kind of things make you nervous?

TAEHYUN: Well, just showing up to the MTV Video Music Awards means having to be totally focused as soon as someone points a microphone at you. (laughs) People ask us questions we’re not expecting on the red carpet, and Kai and I were more nervous for that than our performance. For Lollapalooza Chicago also, we were super focused since we had to pull off various media promotions at the same time.

But then you have to fully immerse yourself in the performance that follows, right? Like in songs such as “Thursday’s Child Has Far To Go” where you have to be full of energy.

TAEHYUN: I just get totally swept up in it all. (laughs) The thing I was so thankful for at Lollapalooza is that the audience was absolute perfection. They were more excited for “Blue Spring” than we expected, so we really were working together with them to make that performance what it was. It’s not like I try to get to that place on stage—it just happens. When I’m up there, I get full of main character energy. (laughs) For a song like “Thursday’s Child Has Far To Go,” it’s not like anyone tells me to do that—I just get so into it that I end up doing things like spraying my water bottle around. There’s no other experience like it. Nine times out of 10, I perform just like I planned, but for songs like that, it’s completely different from how I rehearse it. If the audience reacts well when I go wild, I think, Do I really have to stick to the plan, or can I do whatever I want? (laughs) But I still make sure not to cross a line.

With all that in mind, how did you feel about the carefully planned-out performance of “Back for More (with Anitta)” at the VMAs?

TAEHYUN: I think it was a bold move since that live performance was the first time anyone had heard the song. I wasn’t nervous on the actual day, but I was while practicing. After BEOMGYU does the intro, I have to sing “When I’m with you,” and I was repeating the words, “When I’m,” inside my head, like, 20 times. (laughs) What I wanted was for the audience to be reminded of Michael Jackson. The intonation was similar, and I even ad-libbed in a similar way, and I was hoping the dance moves would remind people of him, too.

What is it about Michael Jackson that you think’s so alluring?

TAEHYUN: When people talk about Michael Jackson, they usually talk about how he dances, but for me, it’s all about his vocals. I think every song he sang in, from his days with the Jackson 5 right until his last release, all show an unbelievable amount of skill. So I thought over how I could sound equally enticing. I was focused on being energetic while still getting the intonation just right.

I feel like you would have had to use a variety of different vocal styles for the songs off your latest album. Some of the songs are more straightforward, American-style pop, but others have a subtle, more nuanced feeling.

TAEHYUN: I felt like it went the smoothest of all our albums, at least as far as recording the vocals was concerned. Not only are we a lot better, but we’ve also worked with our producers a lot, so it’s a lot faster now. I fully interpreted the songs first, but my vocals were kind of lagging behind what I had envisioned. (laughs) It was frustrating because I couldn’t sing what I was imagining, but eventually my vocals caught up, making things easier for sure. I gave a lot of thought about my vocals and came up with two requirements. One is to practice finding what I call healthy vocals. We have a set list of over 20 songs that we do dozens of times, and if I want to be in the same good condition to perform it, finding healthier vocals is going to be better in the long run, I think. And now that I’m getting better at conveying the same kind of nuances live that I’m able to do while recording, I want to perfect it.

How is it you’re always able to make those kinds of judgment calls and keep on improving?

TAEHYUN: First I think about what I’m not good at, then what I am good at. I work on what I’m not good at, and when I feel tired out, I practice what I am good at. That’s how I do it. I think I have to acknowledge things first to overcome them and improve. And I think I know better than anyone else exactly what I’m not good at. I feel like anyone would have a way better chance of improvement if they don’t try to fool themselves. It’s similar to what we’re saying on “Chasing That Feeling,” I think.

Like “Chasing That Feeling,” you’re facing things head-on rather than avoiding them.

TAEHYUN: People all say, “if you can’t avoid it, enjoy it,” but I’m not like that. (laughs) I’m more like, “if you can’t enjoy it, just grin and bear it.” So I think I was able to relate to the song. You know, there’s lots of times when you know what you want to do but you just can’t get your body to move. I think that’s the “feeling” the song is talking about that you might feel but when you still have to work toward the things you have to do.

The message, music, and choreography of the single are a little different from what you’ve done before. How did you go about interpreting that?

TAEHYUN: I couldn’t actually picture the choreography after I heard the song, but I feel like the dance gave the song its persuasion and emotion. There’s parts where we run, chase after something, reach out, and act like we’re in pain. We got the choreography, practiced it, reviewed the video, and I think that helped me understand the intended direction better. The album’s about coming down to Earth, so naturally it was always going to be a little harsher and more challenging, but it’s still about moving forward. I feel like the single really encapsulates the story of the whole album. It was amazing because it felt like it could apply to people from all walks of life.

Are there any songs off the album that you really related to?

TAEHYUN: I’m not sure if this counts as relating, but, as you know, we have a complex backstory now. There’s some lyrics that really capture how we got to where we are today in “Happily Ever After”: “Oh my God / The ending is unknown / Life is not a fairy tale.” Up until now, we’ve been more like a fairy tale, and I like how it’s about the past, present, and future all in one song—like, Now that I’ve come down to the real world, I know life’s not a fairy tale, but it’s still a beautiful thing because I can’t see an inch in front of my face and there’s no saying what I’ll find at the end. That’s where I’m headed.

Speaking of which, where do you feel TOMORROW X TOGETHER is at right now?

TAEHYUN: I’d say this latest album is a major turning point. Sure, we’ve always been relatable, but I feel like we’ve never handled those topics in a realistic way. Now it’s all about coming down to Earth. I think we’ll get more comfortable with the process of taking the things we need to and will say and putting them into lyrics. It feels like my life story and what TOMORROW X TOGETHER sings about will overlap more and more as time goes on.

What direction do you ultimately hope to pursue in music?

TAEHYUN: I’m not set in stone on that yet.. (laughs) I’ve always liked a lot of different kinds of music, but lately I’m trying to listen to music that’s touching and easy on the ears. I mostly listen to songs that have good vocals and lyrics—especially those with compelling lyrics.

For example?

TAEHYUN: Off the top of my head? “Good News” off Mac Miller’s album Circles. I was inspired by and found a lot of comfort in that song and the whole album when I was having a hard time. So I gave YEONJUN a copy of it on vinyl for his birthday this year. I still feel melancholy whenever I listen to “Good News.” I have a T in my MBTI, but it makes me feel like my powers of empathy just skyrocket. (laughs) “So tired of being so tired”—I love those lyrics.

Sometimes music is a source of stress for you, but music is also what helps you get rid of your stress.

TAEHYUN: Isn’t it ironic? But music itself doesn’t really give me much stress, actually. I feel like the sweat and tears that go into the process of making music and choreography makes me feel alive. Yes, I can get stressed out from other things, but music takes care of that.

When you look way down to the end of the road you’re on, what do you see?

TAEHYUN: Hopefully the quality of my work will go up over time to the point that I’m at a level where I can move people after just a second with me. Lots of things can move a person, but for me, I’m especially moved when I witness great art. I was moved when I saw Jung Kook’s choreography video for the song “3D” recently. He’s got an aura all his own. He’s the GOAT, hands down. (laughs) Every move he makes across every bar of the song just oozes cool and nuance. It’s like, What did I just watch? What am I listening to? I had to watch it again. I think that’s what it means to be moving.

Everything you say circles back to music. I know you have goals as a group, but do you have any personal dreams of your own?

TAEHYUN: I’m happy when it shows how much effort I put into something, even if only slightly. And those are the dreams I can make come true fairly soon. Anyway, they’re all related to work. (laughs) I think that’s what keeps me moving forward. If I practice without being asked sometimes and suddenly I can pull off things I had trouble with before, then later doing things that someone tells me to do becomes more enjoyable, too.

What’s your take on the pressure you feel when you’re doing that and you come up against something difficult?

TAEHYUN: I just deal with it. I always use the expression “get it done” because it feels more like I’m achieving something. Just saying I’m “doing it” makes me feel like I’m being told to do it and there’s no sense of accomplishment there. (laughs) So I try to focus on the concept of getting things done when I’m asked. I think all the other members feel similarly. We all say, “We got it done.” (laughs) When someone says, “This is hard” then I get comforted when someone says “Yes, it is supposed to be hard,” or “It is hard and I’m having trouble too.”

Sometimes I can tell how much you value the other members for working and weathering together.

TAEHYUN: I think people can tell that I’m kind to people I really care about. (laughs) There’s MOA, of course. And the other members, and the people on staff, and that’s pretty much it. Some people who have worked with me and got to know the real me might see me and think, He’s trying his hardest. (laughs)I always try my best to be sweet, warm, and friendly.

You also purposely go out as far out as you can on the stage for the fans, and you remember dates for things like concert ticket raffles.

TAEHYUN: I find it harder to put things into words, but I’m usually okay at showing them, so that explains why I use actions instead of words. I always try to be attentive and caring. I also try to put my ideas into words like, Well, what if we tried doing it a little more like this?

It seems like the way you pour yourself into your work is your own kind of love language. You showed your thanks for MOA by borrowing the title of an article, “Musical perseverance pays off,” when giving your speech after a number one during your previous promotional period. What are you hoping to convey to MOA through the music on your new album?

TAEHYUN: Whenever we release an album, I hope that lots of people are able to relate to it. The new album tries to empathize with things that don’t get talked about much, so it should fill people with strength. I hope it does, anyway. I hope people can find some consolation in the lyrics. Because it’s not really things they would talk with other people about. (laughs) What I mean is, we don’t tend to talk to people about getting around to acknowledging and accepting things. I know I need to get this done fast, but I’m really deceiving myself and others about it. The music recognizes that process. At the same time, it says we’ve been there before too, so just chase that feeling. I hope it helps people out in some small way.

It sounds like this album really has the power to console.

TAEHYUN: Indeed.Because TOMORROW X TOGETHER is youth itself. That’s why we’re conveying such stories.

[just-dino-maggie]

24 with jack hughes pls <3

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it!

24. “I needed you.”

I’m sure that breakups never feel good but I didn’t think it would hurt this bad. Jack and I were that couple in High School. We were all over each other all time. I thought we were in love. But he went to New Jersey and it was hard on us. I couldn’t take it. So I broke it off without looking back.

My hometown feels uncomfortable some days. I’ve always loved it here, I wanted to live here forever. Now wherever I look reminds me of him, even two years after we broke up.

There have been so many times I’ve wanted to call him and beg him to be with me again. I’ve wanted to tell him that living without him is torture. He’s doing so well though. He is crushing it in the NHL, he’s had another serious girlfriend. They aren’t together anymore, that I know of. But it solidifies that fact that he’s better off without me.

I do the same thing almost everyday. I wake up and get a hot chocolate from my favorite Cafe then I head to work and school. It’s simple and calming. I love it. On my off days I still usually go to the Cafe and finish my homework.

I don’t have work or school today. I slept in later then usual and it felt wonderful. I made myself presentable, then I drove to the Cafe.

I’m sitting in my usual spot reading and sipping on a Hot Chocolate when I hear the bell ring signaling that someone has entered the shop. I don’t look up, I’m too immersed in my book. Something quickly pulls me out of it, the sound of a familiar voice at the counter. I look over and I can’t hide my shock. “Jack?” I gasp.

He glances over at me with those stunning blue eyes, “Y/n?” Without thinking I rush over to him pulling him into a hug. Seeing him is making me realize how much I’ve missed him. We were friends then lovers and now strangers. How can that be?

“Jack I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper holding him with all my strength. After a moment we let go and look at each other. His hair is longer then when I last saw him. It suits him really well. He seems different in someway, older, wiser. I’m not sure what it is but I like it.

“What are you doing in Michigan?” I ask.

He smiles a little, gosh I’ve missed that smile. “I played at Little Caesar’s last night and we have a day off before heading to Columbus. I thought I’d stop and see the family.”

“Oh yeah! I heard you’re crushing it this year! I knew you could do it!” I mean what I say. I always knew he had something special when it came to hockey. Not just his talent but his passion too.

His eyes narrow, “If you knew I could do it, why did you leave?

I’m immediately confused, “What in the world do you mean?”

“You left because it was too stressful because I wasn’t playing well.” He looks at me like I should know this. As if this bombshell is some kind of fact.

I shake my head, “No I broke it off because it was too stressful to be long distance. I thought I was holding you back and I was right. You’ve been great since I’ve been gone. Winning games, dating other people.”

“No I haven’t. I needed you. I was miserable without you. I didn’t want to break up I wanted you to come live with me. I wanted us to grow together but you left. I’ve been playing well because I found my place on the team. That girl was great but I never loved her like I loved you. That’s why me and her ended things.” He pauses and places his hand on my cheek, “Why didn’t you talk to me, give me a chance to fix this?”

I try not to get too emotional, not in public like this. I grab his drink and his arm. I pull him to a booth hoping it will give us some more privacy. “I didn’t want to hold you back. You have something so special, I wish I had half the talent you have. Not only that but you’re hardworking and passionate. I knew if you would have asked me to stay I would have. I couldn’t be the one who ruined your passion, so I left without an explanation. I’m sorry that I did that.”

“Could we try to be in each others lives again? We don’t have to jump right back where we left off but we could talk more.” He suggests. I know that I’ll fall for him again but I don’t care. He owns my heart. Always has, always will.

I smile, “I could go to your game tomorrow, in Columbus. If you want me to?”

The way his face lights up makes my heart melt, “I want you to.” He looks at his watch for a second, “Can I stay here with you to catch up until I have to leave to see my family?”

“Please.” I respond.

We sit and talk to each other for a couple hours, falling back into a familiar banter. Though we are very much the same as we used to be, something feels different. Like we could really last. I hope we can, because I need him desperately and I think he needs me too.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

I love your writing!! :3 may I request the Seduce Me boys with an actor S/O? ^^

Thank you so much!! I love this idea!!

Warnings: none, just fluff

Navigation!! / Masterlist!!!

James:

he's very understanding that your schedule is all over the place

he also knows that you want the relationship to be private, you tell him you don't want him to be a victim of the media and he agrees

though he knows press and publicity wouldn't bother him, he knows it clearly bothers you

You two spend time together when you aren't filming, and sometimes if you're on set and nearby, he'll visit you with food, which forces you to take a break

He really likes watching you on screen, he feels like you become a different person, he likes seeing the people you could be

really helpful when it comes to practicing your lines

he's surprisingly really good at acting, sometimes you joke he could be an actor too

Erick:

He was probably a fan before you two started dating

When he met you he tried really hard to keep his cool, and for the most part her did, pretty calm

but he did ask you out on the spot

thank the heavens he has good looks because you said yes

and now you two are happily dating :)

he likes helping you decide what rolls you do and don't take

he's also a drama queen, so he helps you practice your lines and go through scenes

helps a lot in hair and makeup, his critiques are always appreciated

your relationship is known to the public, but you both keep it as private as possible

he doesn't mind the publicity, as long as they don't cross boundaries and make you uncomfortable he's okay

you also model for his boutique ;)

Sam:

this man did not have a clue that you were famous

when you told him he thought you were pranking him

until he saw you on TV and was like oh shit she was serious

watches your movies over and over

he'll ask you to act out scenes in front of him

is just here for moral support

hates the paparazzi, he thinks they're annoying and rude

since he's a cop he tells them they'll get sued for trespassing on private property which usually works

he'll go with you to movie premiers and release parties, he thinks they're entertaining

Matthew:

you guys probably make tiktoks together

he's your biggest fan

dm'd you one day and didn't think you'd actually answer, but you did and now you two are together

he'll act out scenes with you, on and off set

he also watches your movies so much he'll quote your character regularly

heaven forbid you're in a movie that's a remake of a book he's read

he will be OVER THE MOON about it

overall just super supportive and really loves you

he's always there if you get too stressed and need a break

feels like the paparazzi is a bit annoying, but he knows they're only doing their jobs so he tries not to argue too much

he'll usually stop if you stop, sometimes you guys pose, sometimes you ask for space, depends on the day

Damien:

such a sweetheart

you were shooting outside for a movie, and a coffee truck was there, damien thought it was open to the public but when you asked if he was an extra he just said ' no, i'm human...'

cue you laughing your ass off, you thought it was the funniest thing in the world

it was also nice he didn't know who you were exactly

until he saw you put a wig on and was like 'oh you're that actress'

he tries not to make a big deal out of things

watches you act on set during his free time

he loves how immersed you get in your character and how well you can pull it off

feels like the paparazzi need to find new jobs :/, they make him anxious, he hates them

he'll bring little snacks and coffee to your trailer and help clean it up when filming is done for the day

[rgbyshipper101]

Animaniacs Reboot Season 3 Episode 2 Review

Check comments for the rest of the review since tumblr can’t post the whole thing.

Variable verse: Folding paper craneys! -Wakko

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot

They’re walking funny to me. Mint, strawberry, and chocolate flavor ice cream? I can see that.

Why do they all look like Dot? It would make sense they all like her but it seems like Gigi took her look? Gigi Soda is based off of Jojo Siwa. She’s cute. Her song was ok. Love how scared/disgusted the brothers looked. Lol

They didn’t have to do Dot dirty like that.

It’s sweet how Yakko is defending his sister. Then it gets useless since she smacks his head out of frame. What the hell, Dot? He’s defending you!

Yakko did his “uuuuuhhhhh.” The HBO Max joke was great. Too bad it won’t happen (pretty sure that’s confirmed).

I really don’t like the idea of them breaking and entering to steal an award. Now if they bargain for it or do a competition it’s fine. But this isn’t right.

Again, Wakko wouldn’t necessarily do this. He may have trouble reading the room, but he understood the assignment. Dot wouldn’t beat up her brother, either. And the fact that the bruises stay on for several more scenes makes it worse. What’s with the Warner abuse this episode? It gets worse this season trust me.

-_-

Check out her schedule. She has two days for sleep! Aw, dinner with her grandmother. Is that having lunch and dinner like actually eating or is it a luncheon and dinner with people?

I do like this message. Work and no play makes Gigi a dull girl. Not necessarily dull, but taking a break is healthy and is needed to de-stress.

“What’s the point in a lifetime achievement award if you have no life?” - Wakko

Best quote.

Lots of negative things in the first half. Like Gigi getting disgusted with the bugs and Wakko and Dot not liking their games. The scene with Wakko eating dirt has the table and chairs from the theme song as the background. I like the detail of Yakko facepalming when he sees Gigi drawing data charts. Nice detail with Gigi being left-handed because Jojo is. I love how Yakko says “lunch.” It gets better when she opens up. Probably shows her progression and immersion in the song. Did…did Ralph just die? Damn Dot…ouch. Was Wakko gonna say Hooters? It’s an actual place but did they stop because it sounds inappropriate or for copyright?

The song would’ve been so much better if it was completed. I’m so disappointed. It was funny when Nora interrupted (if it was anything else I was gonna say the song was trash) but I would’ve liked for her to do it afterwards.

That is very scary. Deciding on what age she is. I get the joke on kids staying the same age in shows; but in real life…

Good on Gigi for standing up for herself.

Good on Dot for apologizing but I agree with Gigi. She shouldn’t have done that in the first place. Also, the internet made her insane. Sub, like, and follow. It just abruptly ends.

Half of the plot where Dot steals the award was bad. As I’ve said before, she should’ve bargained for it. This isn’t a good message for kids. Now it seems like Gigi didn’t learn anything from them. And that stinks since the second half of the plot was good! Don’t worry about being an influencer or a job especially when you’re a kid. Just enjoy life and have fun. If the Warners went about it differently and the ending was more heart to heart it would’ve been such a good episode.

Starbox and Cindy

I actually really liked this one. I can’t remember season 1 but I think I like this one the best. They’re adding more characters so it’s not stagnant. Good! The ending was funny when Cindy just grabs him. Also, “she died.” Lol Woah Starbox went through a crisis until she brought her back to life.

What I do like is that you’re supposed to focus on the slapstick. Reminds me of the classic Warner Bros. Very good. The animation was nice! I do like these shorts. There’s no attachment like how E,P&TB was so it’s easier to enjoy it. Cute, funny, very good.

Pinky and The Brain

I like the idea. Based off Harry and Megan I think. The song was nice. Like the UK English and American English differences throughout the short. The fries and crisps joke was funny.

Brain keeps selling himself out. Was this from the OG? I know Pinky did it. Brain could’ve asked to be king instead of selling himself out. Or they could’ve had Charles come in and take it. That would’ve been funny. The Royal flush at the end was great.

Warners - 6

S&C - 8

P&TB - 8

Avg - 7.3

I think my disappointment was radiating when I made the rankings. I consider 8 a solid. I didn’t like the resolution in Pinky and The Brain, but the stuff throughout the episode made it great.

[angieowlie]

Writing Progress #18 🪶

Sooo a couple weeks ago I finished writing Vol 1 draft 2!! 😆

AAAHH it was such a beautiful day. The night before whilst in the shower, I was struck with THE cutest way to end the book and gaaah I love it so much! 😆 I had a really good writing session that day as I finished the draft. A couple days before - as I was nearing the end - I got really emotional. I was crying a lot because I didn’t want it to end...I just felt so happy with this draft. Isn’t it weird how you want something to be over and done with, but once it’s happened you long for it to go on, instead of ending? T0T

Anyway, I had a celebratory quesadilla from Chipotle 😂 (Not dim sum this time, lol.)

Right now I’m taking a writing break~ I actually wrote a list of stuff I wanted to do during this time (including, but not limited to, rewatching Banana Fish 😂💔)

I haven’t done much writing since, just a drabble here and there. Strangely enough, I had thought this break would be a fun and relaxing time to rejuvenate and refill the creative well. But I’ve actually been stressed as HELL 😂🙂 Work has been super busy, there’s some family and friends stuff going on, the weather is HOT as shiz, and I realize now that perhaps my daily routine of writing in the morning before everything else has been what’s keeping me anchored all this time. Huh 🤔 Perhaps next time, for the next writing break, I should still do some light writing in the morning, something unrelated to the series, but make myself sit down and write nonetheless.

Anyway - I’ve done some fun things that weren’t on my list, too!

We went to watch Elemental, and lemme tell you, I cried so much, my eyes were so dry up till the next day. It was so good, my god 😭 The crap marketing did not do it justice at all!! I also couldn’t stop staring at Ember’s nose the whole time because it kept flickering because she’s made of fire 😂

(Side note: that attack on AO3 had scared the HELL outta me. But I’m glad things are okay now!! We will not be brought down so easily!!)

I’ve also been making space to prioritize reading. It’s been good. I’ve been finding a lot of titles I’ve never heard of before, sampling on Amazon first before borrowing from the lib. Something I’ve started doing is going to the lib on Saturday morning and just sitting there reading for like an hour or so. I find that blocking off a chunk of time and just, like, read uninterrupted REALLY helps to get yourself immersed into the story. So yeah, haha. I think that ’bout sums up what I’ve been up too.

Oh! One last thing. Today’s actually the 2nd anniversary of the day I started to seriously write this series 😸 (At this point I have so many anniversaries to celebrate each year, but whatever 😂 Romanticize your milestones, yo!)

[treesofgreen]

Im having a similiar problem with the bathtub as i had in the witcher fandom. Where people just dunk fully gross dirty characters in there to wash like that does anything but spread the filth around lol even with modern baths! You dont do that when you're actually dirty! That's what showers are for!! It's worse without plumbing bc multiple people had to heat up that water by bucket and carry it to the tub why would you ruin it with blood/come/whatever... use all that time, a rag, and a couple buckets to wash first then relax in the bathwater when you're clean.

It's sort of a real life squick for me too so it fully breaks immersion, i have to skip paragraphs if it's smut after "washing" lol

Also like. That bathtub reads as another way Stede is completely unprepared for what life on the sea is actually like, just like the library where all the books fall down if the ship moves and the open fireplace right next to it. You can have these things on a ship but they need to be adapted. The amount of work and waste of resources (water, space on a ship, whatever means they use to heat it, the time and effort it'd take to fill and empty it) using the bathtub would take is just not worth 15 min of him soaking before it cools down??? Bathing before modern plumbing was a whole production this is why the rest of the crew gets a bucket to sit in.

Whenever I get stuck in some logical/practical issue like this with ofmd I feel like Izzy's No Fun Allowed Spirit is possessing me

This vent is a thing of beauty, my dear anon. You are 100% correct.

I can cheerfully accept and embrace all manner of anachronisms when it comes to this show but I cannot believe that there is a usable tub on the ship (and it must be usable, because Oluwande suggests it to Jim as a real possibility) without there being a magical plumbing and drainage system of some kind.

So I am updating my previous headcanon - Stede didn't invent indoor plumbing, Stede gave a grant to his local Gyro Gearloose to come up with a way for him (and his family, and the crew if they wanted) to fully and properly rich person bathe because it's very important to him. So there is a just-crazy-enough-to-work prototype system that exists nowhere else in the world on the Revenge. A separate water tank that runs to Stede's bathroom and can start heating with a signal. I didn't see a faucet in the tub but I cannot stress enough how much I do not care. There is a faucet and a drain that leads to the ocean for the wastewater so that poor Roach doesn't have to unfill the bathtub too.

Since we've gone this far, let's throw in a removable shower type attachment so you don't have to soak in your own filth. Since his family didn't come Stede is willing to let the crew use his amenities as long as they're not disturbing him. No one but Lucius has been interested and everyone else prefers to wash with a bucket in the en suite or out on the deck because this is too weird (most of them would eventually come around, I think. Izzy would love to try it but won't admit it).

That leaves us with the enormous amount of water needed for this kind of bathing, so what the hell - the special water tank also desalinates sea water. Maybe it heats it to a pleasant temperature as a byproduct of the desalination. Maybe it's enchanted. Who knows. If Oluwande can wear crocs and Buttons can speak bird and Stede can read a book that won't be published for another 100+ years, we can have this. We need this. I read a fic where Stede washed Izzy's dirty hair and then they fucked in the tub and then they just dried off and went to bed! No! I read a fic where Stede washed Ed clean of blood and grime and then they fucked in the tub and then they just dried off and went to bed! No! No!

Roach doesn't deserve to have to deal with this and neither do we.

[hijack711]

CHAPTER 6:

Tag(s): fluff, story building, daily life, wholesome moments

The days of rest were over and Rehn had to return to work. Started off with a group interview, things were going as scripted but then a fan shouted to ask Rehn about his love life.

“Well, I don’t know much about my dad’s thoughts as for my mom, I do because I feel like she started disowning me ever since she had Chaeyoung. Can you imagine that?” Rehn

With that answer, the whole studio was shocked and laughed out loud. Before Rehn’s group members and other people at the studio could take a break, he then dropped another piece of TMI.

“Never in my life did I believe that having a girlfriend could lead to having my daily essentials stolen, my shirts, my shorts, and then my mom, like what the f*ck, babe. Folks, please read the contract before signing, okay?” Rehn

“Jinjayo? Guys, this is my time to ever interview someone who is not afraid of roasting their loved one.” The MC

“Roasting each other is nothing, fellas, you guys should have seen what Rosé has done to our lives. Ever since she started dating our eldest brother, she has become the second bully.” Baekgi

“And the worst part is Rosé has backups, strong ones.” Sirene “You guys can just stand up against her, can’t you?” The MC

“Well, it’s not like we couldn’t, the fact is we shouldn’t. Rosé is our eldest’s parents’ favorite now, so if we dare go against her, we won’t get treated to a fancy meal, and Rehn’s mom is an excellent cook.” Ivy

“Cut cut, I think that’s enough of TMI for the day.” Rehn

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Rosé will probably give all of us a good beating after this.” Yuki

“Ok. Moving onto the next topic which is about your upcoming album. Could you give us a bit of a spoiler on what’s the inspiration behind it? Etc.” The MC

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Right after the end of the interview, the group spent some time interacting with the people in the studio as well as their fans. The six of them then headed to the headquarters for a meeting. When Unity was having a meeting with the team for the upcoming album, the sound of the notification from Rehn’s phone caught everyone’s attention.

“Sorry, everyone, please continue.” Rehn

“Was it from your chipmunk?” Ivy

“Indeed, it was, and she wants to whoop me in the ass right now.” Rehn

“Hehe.” Damian and Baekgi

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Moving onto Unity's next task of the day and this time they had to attend a meeting with their team for the next album. The meeting was intense as everyone was deeply immersed in it. For those who had little to no idea how long it took the whole team to brainstorm for just one part of the comeback, the answer was by the time they discussed the concept, part one of the preparation process took about 45 minutes.

Two-thirds of the team had been working on the project since the early morning, and that was not the best part, some even brought their lunch to their cubicle to keep up with the pace.

Forty-five minutes into the meeting, Ivy decided that they should take a break to ease the tension as well as grab a light snack or a drink. A few grabbed a cup of coffee even though some of them were not into it, they had to.

BACK TO THE MEETING

“Don’t you think the first and second concept art are a little bit too bright, from the time of the debut, Unity has stayed loyal to the balance between Yin and Yang. The third one is deep and dark but from what I’m seeing, at the end of the line there’s light.” Jay

“I know that you both have put a lot of effort into this project, but I want to decline. However, both of your ideas have great potential so I will keep them for the future, and I think your ideas will be more suitable for Sirene and Baekgi.” Rehn

“Now that we’re done with the two main group songs, let’s move on to the B-sides.” Mansae

“I’m thinking of having one group B-side and 6 solo ones, each for one member.” Ivy

“I know the 6 of you are capable of handling huge amounts of work but this seems too much. Will it put too much stress on you guys?” Mansae “We’ll be fine, Mansae, thank you for your consideration. The 6 of us have discussed this already and we have a plan for it.” Yuki

“Wow, 6 solos at the same time!” Hanki

“B-sides to be exact.” Rehn

“I thought I understood you guys’ craziness but it seems I still don't, hahaha.” Jay

“Haha, let’s continue.” Ivy

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Thirty minutes after the meeting ended, Rehn’s phone was bombarded by his girlfriend with multiple messages telling him she wanted to turn him into a punching bag for teasing her in the interview.

“Honey, what the heck? How could you say that? And I don’t fart.” Rosé

“Hahaha, seriously, you don’t? Be honest with me, you do fart, you just do that unconsciously whereas I do that consciously.” Rehn

“Hahaha, eww. Sometimes I'm even surprised at my endurance when loving you, honey.” Rosé

“My dad even asked me “How the hell could you love this punk?”, hahaha. A heads-up here, your mom is quite not happy.” Rosé

“Knew it, having lived with her for a long enough, I am always ready for her wrath.” Rehn

“Hehehe. How was work, honey?” Rosé

“Fruitful but exhausting. Same with you, I know you are tired, especially with your current state so please listen to your health, babe.” Rehn

“Aww, honey, thank you so much. Lisa, Jennie unnie, and Jisoo unnie have been taking good care of me so rest assured.” Rosé

“Speaking of work, didn’t you say you were working on other songs for a singer outside your band? Who are they?” Rosé

“I think you might know her, she’s blonde, a little dorky, Korean, etc.” Rehn

“Wait, I know her?” Rosé

“Hahaha.” Rehn

“Hold up, were you talking about me? … It’s me, isn’t it? … you’re mean, honey.” Rosé

“Hahaha, it’s true, but that isn’t what I want to talk about. I’m talking about your first solo. YG contacted me first to ask if I have any ideas for your solo debut, things got a little bit carried away and instead of giving it to the Black Label, President Yang proposed a collaboration between YG and VST thus here we are, me and you working together.” Rehn

“Omo, yesss … I've dreamed of working with you one day and now you've made it happen, thank you, honey.” Rosé

“So do I, babe.” Rehn

“Rehn ssi!” A VST’s employee called for Rehn

“Ah yes, what do you need?” Rehn

“There is something we need you to take a look at.” VST’s E

“Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.” Rehn

“Better get back to work, honey. I’ll be at your apartment as soon as I finish my schedule.” Rosé

“Bah bye, babe.” Rehn

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In their changing room, Blackpink was having a break while waiting for the cue to call them out for an interview. During the break, Rosé found it a little bit boring so she decided to pick a fight with Lisa and had Lisa chase her around the room.

“Chaeyoung, be careful, don’t run around like that.” Jennie

“Gosh, unnie, from morning until now, I've heard you nagging at Chaeyoung so much, what are you? A mom? Hahaha.” Lisa

“Aishhh, no. I’m just worried about her.” Jennie

“Well duh, we all know that, but it seems like you took it way too seriously.” Jisoo

“Hey Jennie eomma, buy me fried chicken.” Rosé

“Ouch, you could have said no.” Rosé

“Oppa has given me the right to supervise you as well as the right to intervene so I can do that, and I’ll hit you again for taking my snacks.” Jennie

“Ouch ouch, Lisa, help me.” Rosé

“Ain’t doing that sis, gotta save energy for the interview.” Lisa

KNOCK KNOCK

The door opened to reveal a person entering, a woman with a blonde bob, it was one of Blackpink’s managers.

“Girls, it’s time!” Hanmi

“Got it, unnie!” Jisoo

“Let’s go, hurry up, I’m hungry.” Rosé

“My god, can you keep it in check for at least one hour, please, you’ve been eating all morning like a machine.” Jennie

“Damn, you’re that hungry, no wonder you’re gaining weight like a pig.” Hanmi

“Hahaha, kekeke.” Jisoo and Lisa

“Unnie, you are mean.” Rosé

“Like Snorlax.” Lisa

“Hahahaha. Snorlax, as in the Pokemon?” Hanmi

“Bingo, unnie.” Jisoo

“You are all a bunch of bullies, I’ll tell Rehn after this.” Rosé

Being teased to the point where she couldn't retaliate, Rosé had to use the card she often relied on when being bullied or forced into an awkward situation, which was her boyfriend.

“Go ahead, we will call for backup.” Lisa

“Are you sure we’ll win even if we call for backup? I mean, Chaeyoung got Rehn oppa’s parents on her side too.” Jisoo

“Yeah, right, I forgot.” Lisa

“We can give Chaeyoung’s dad and sister a call, I’m sure they will take our side.” Jennie

“What the?” Rosé

“That’s a good idea, since Chaeyoung often teases her dad and sister, this might work.” Jisoo

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During the interview, the MC was trying her best to avoid any questions or topics regarding Rosé’s love life. However, it seemed to be inevitable when the fans kept shouting either Rosé’s boyfriend’s name or their funny moments. The smile never disappeared from Rosé's face throughout the interview.

When the four members received the question asking "How long did it take them to train for archery? The fans were curious since Rosé and Lisa seemed to be quite skillful at it.", the Blackpink members then burst out laughing remembering what comments they received from Rehn and Ivy after the short archery clip of Rosé and Lisa went viral.

"We must give Rehn oppa and Ivy unnie the credit. We were in awe and curious when we watched Ivy practicing archery, and she did not train with just static shooting targets, it was like watching superheroes like Green Arrow or Hawkeye in action, so we asked her for some teachings." Lisa

"Yeah, and the funny thing is Lisa was doing extremely great until we decided to record it. She hit 8, 9, and 10, but when we turned the camera on, she only got 6, 5, even worse, none." Rosé

"Yah, bruh, you promised not to mention that anymore." Lisa

The friendly quarrel between Rosé and Lisa gave everyone in the studio a good laugh.

"I want to spill the tea here." Jisoo

"Ooh, Jisoo, what do you have?" The MC

"Only a few hours after these two had their archery match, we received a call from Rehn oppa and Ivy unnie questioning Lisa's skills. Lisa got chewed out by Ivy for like 10 minutes, hahaha." Jisoo

Jisoo's words sent another wave of laughter to the already lively studio.

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When Blackpink came home, three out of four members were still laughing remembering their interview except for Jennie. Two-thirds of the time when they attended the interview, it was hard for Jennie to focus on the MC's words thus leading her to rely on the members. The reason for that was Rosé or more accurately her man, Rehn, Jennie had not been able to concentrate 100% on both work and her boyfriend, Taehyung for many months.

Of course, Jennie blamed no one but herself for harboring such mixed feelings for someone else's man, but not just someone, it was her sister's man. Jennie did not want Taehyung to waste his time on her, however, she did not have the guts to throw away his love, Taehyung was one of the people who kept Jennie going, enduring all the harshness during her time as a trainee.

Tiredly and slowly dragging her feet to her room, even skipping the dinner, Jennie flopped down on her bed. Jennie then brought her hand to her forehead.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Kim Jennie? When and how did you get yourself into this dilemma?" Jennie asked herself

Previous chapter

[satankilledmyghost]

insomniac - wolf keum x reader (v.1)

a/n: here’s another insomnia-themed one shot! i posted a second version of this here if you want to check it out.

warnings: mentions of insomnia, swearing

“We could try you being the little spoon-” “Hell no.” Wolf glared at you very harshly at that suggestion. “Well, from what I researched, you have to have something to keep your mind distracted so you can actually relax. You could try falling asleep to music?”

Wolf scoffed, clearly offended. “What? Like a baby? Fuck no, find something else.” He turned and strides off of the school’s rooftop, leaving you to watch him go, the metal door slamming behind him.

You sighed, but let Wolf leave. How the hell am I going to help him with his insomnia if he doesn’t even try anything? This thought stuck with you throughout the rest of the day, nagging your thoughts even as you read your book, buried underneath the blankets in your bed that evening.

Wolf had asked to stay at your place- something he doesn’t need to do at this point with how often he comes over already- and you agreed. Your attention was lifted from the printed words of your book as Wolf strides into your room, dumping his bag next to yours on the floor and shrugging off his blazer.

“Hey,” Wolf said, not looking at you. Sending a quiet "hey" back, you silently watched Wolf go to your closet to pull out one of his long sleeves he stashed at your place for quick convenience. He took out a pair of sweatpants as well and started to change. Feeling a mass amount of red flush your face, you quickly force yourself to return your attention to your book.

It wasn't long before you felt Wolf’s weight on top of you, his head resting on your stomach. You don’t waver, becoming immersed into your book again. “Hey,” Wolf says again after a few minutes, breaking the silence. You hummed, not stopping your reading. “What’s even so interesting about that to the point where you’re ignoring me?”

The question startles you. “Well, it’s my favorite book. It has been since I was in middle school.” You inform him, flipping a page. “So you’re telling me that a book you’ve read multiple times is more interesting than me?” He complains.

You bite back a teasing smile, but fail. “Yep, exactly.” Your boyfriend scoffs and before you know it, he had ripped the book out of your hands and flipped himself on his back.

The back of Wolf's head had hit your sternum but you didn’t take much notice as you instead opted to watch as Wolf picked up where you left off, reading aloud. It took him no less than a minute for him to get to a specific word that was unique to your books’ universe. You vaguely saw Wolf squint at it before muttering. “What the actual fuck- there’s no way this is a real word.”

You laugh, “Yeah, it is, genius.” You tease. Wolf shakes his head, “Okay, genius, then tell me, how the fuck do you say that?” He mocks. You smile again and take the book from his hands. You restart at the beginning of the sentence and gloss over the word easily.

You heard Wolf scoff but he settled himself into silence. You continued to read out loud, losing track of the time. You only stopped reading when you heard Wolf snoring on top of you. You looked down at Wolf's face as you tried to process what was going on. Did Wolf just fall asleep on top of you?? While you were reading to him???? You shook the thought away, choosing to admire the peaceful look on your boyfriend's face instead.

It wasn't often that Wolf looked relaxed, so you tried your hardest to make every time that Wolf hung out with you as easy-going as possible. You had definitely succeeded in that department when you'd get the occasional teasing banter with a small smile along with it. But this time, it was different.

Wolf looked so peaceful it honestly creeped you out. There was absolutely no tension anywhere in his body, not even in the slightest. It made him look different somehow. He looked like how a teenage boy should look- no stress and passed out like a fish out of water. He didn’t look menacing at all. Wolf must’ve been exhausted, not just physically, if he was sleeping this hard, you thought.

His mouth was parted slightly, and his head leaned to the left a little, causing his glasses to tilt and slip down the bridge of his nose. His eyelids would flutter every once in a while from under his glasses, and you remembered something about REM sleep in one of your classes earlier this semester. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that Wolf was finally getting a decent night's rest in who knows how long.

You quietly, with as little movements as possible, put the book down, took off Wolf's glasses from his face and placed them with the book, then you readjusted yourself to get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you could get with your giant ass boyfriend sprawled on top of you. You had relied on the sunset's lighting to help you see what you were reading so there was no need to turn off any lights.

You take one last look at Wolf's face and gently rested one hand in his fluffy hair, and the other reaching for one of his hands that were on his torso. It didn’t take long for you to find yourself being lulled into one of the best night's sleep you've had, proud that you had found something that could beat Wolf's insomnia.

[bluexiao]

Are you still the only one?

—instances or scenarios in which you felt jealous and he either messes up or not.

CHARACTERS: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Reader

THEMES: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of breakup and miscommunications. Good & Bad endings.

NOTES: ok so since i’d like to make it clear that all feelings are valid and yes, there are people who are the jealous types. as long as it is not borderline toxic or manipulative, it’s okay. communication however, is what i think is the key for this, and yep let’s get this started! enjoy reading:) this may be quite angsty than most of my works dksksk i’m sorry to all the hearts that will break</3 p.s. i think i’d make this in 3-parts or so… let me think about it:))

It had been days since you’ve seen him longer than a mere good morning or goodbye, talked to him like you did every night, whispering to each other about random things in your heads. You knew it was time to approach him and maybe inquire about the date he had forgotten several days ago or the spoiler dinner that you always had to throw the morning after.

However, just as you were about to do so, you watched along the sidelines as he conversed easily with the traveler, an immersed and focused look on both of their faces.

No, you weren’t angry. You were jealous. Jealous of how he seemed to have spent more time with this traveller than he did with you nowadays, and how much you missed having to bond with him as you did before. Jealousy is not good for a relationship, you know that.

But what can you do when your heart aches at the thought of losing his love for you when you’ve still got more for him?

ALBEDO wouldn’t realize or even address your feelings unless you speak to him. He may question you why you feel this way, but he would understand it and consider your feelings as valid. He will then provide solutions that might help solve the problem by saying that he’ll come home early starting that day or finally take you out on the date he forgot a few days back. He will add that he cannot just stop talking or meeting with the traveler, but he will be wary of his actions and words nonetheless because there really was nothing going on with them.

Heaving a sigh, he’d crouch in front of your sitting form and capture your hands to his, making you look him in the eye—his beautiful eyes that you couldn’t possibly deny anything with. “We can resolve this, don’t worry. I may not understand why you feel jealous all of a sudden, but I will accept it because they’re your feelings and you’re entitled to feel them. My love for you will never waver, we have a way through this, stay strong, my love.”

CHILDE would probably be one of those who will not take you seriously. “What should I do? It’s not like there’s anyone else who can spar with me as well as the traveler. It’s not like you could, can you?” he might even say such harsh words and be quite insensitive--what can you expect, he’s a Harbinger, you’d think. By the time he’d see the damage of his statements, however, he’d regret it almost immediately. He sighs, turning to face you directly. He’d want to reach out to your hand but he already knew he had hurt you, it would pain him to get rejected.

“Look, I know I’ve been busy lately, but what I and the traveler have is special. And-” there seems nothing for him to say at that point because you’d interject with a harsh voice, questioning him further. This pushes him to say what he shouldn't be supposed to however, “What do you want me to do?! This is my job, I can’t possibly give you more than I could now!”

And if you walk out of his life right there and then, he won’t follow you out of pride. In the end, that is the one thing he will regret.

DILUC will be annoyed, but he’s trying his best to calm down. He didn’t want to lash out on you especially if you’re calmly handling this too. But if he's been busy lately, it is because of his work and that he’s getting pretty stressed lately. Knowing him, he handles everything on his own and maybe ask some help from the traveler. And for you to say that you’re jealous? It’s so stressful for him as well. Still, even if he’s distressed with the situation, he’d try to stay calm.

“What is it that you want more, Y/n? You have me, you have this mansion, you have everything I could give you, what more do you possibly want that I haven’t given?” Take note that these are all his stress building up. If you don’t get affected by these—which is a difficult thing to do, you can coax him to relax for a bit and talk about the situation when he’s calm.

But if not and you choose to say about what he lacks—his time, then he won’t back out. He already had too much in his load and you demand more? That’s unfair. “We might as well part ways if you choose to act this way, Y/n.” And even if his heart aches every time he sees you after that, he won’t have the courage to face you anymore. He knows he messed up a huge lot by then.

KAEYA will seem like he won’t take you seriously, but he really did. He’s also someone who doesn’t really have a tendency to get mad easily at such things. Furthermore, it actually eases his mind at the thought that you liked him enough to the point of being jealous of someone who was worth getting jealous of nonetheless. After all, he understands and could not deny that he had been with the traveler more often than not these past few days. But he’d assure you that there was nothing going on.

KAZUHA is a natural smooth talker. Even if he does not intend to bring those flowery words, he does anyway. No matter what however, he’s a loyal man and he’d prove it again to you by both words and actions. “The stars and moon are a witness to my love for you, must you feel this way, I understand. Still, my dove, remember that my heart only belongs to you and you alone, no matter what.” he’d say. Starting from then on, he’d capture your heart again until you’d begin trusting him like you do before and rid of your jealousy once and for all.

SCARAMOUCHE will be annoyed, at best. Jealousy is for the weak, and what will he do, not do his work? “If you have a problem with it, it’s not mine to take care of.” he’d say. However, at least, what is good about him, is that he will be more mindful of his actions towards others. It may not be something he usually does but the thought of your state getting affected by him sets an uneasy feeling inside of him. Additionally, he may try to even give you more time or attention than previously. These actions are small, but he’s trying his best nonetheless. He’s heartless, but he’s not a two-timer, no. Alas, if you decide to stay with him, this is something he is proud of and he’d further be convinced that what you two have is more powerful than such things like jealousy.

you thought VENTI would take you seriously if you casually brought it out? No. The thing with him is that unless you act serious and make him understand, he will see how serious it really is. If you don’t, he won’t. He isn’t mortal, he wouldn’t understand human emotions unless you show him what you're feeling. The best thing to do is talk to him, hands probably tangled to each other, maybe cuddling will also give the moment some sort of privacy and intimacy, to rebuild what was momentarily lost.

XIAO will most likely handle it the worst, honestly. He doesn’t have mortal emotions and he’s always adjusting with them for you. But now, you have a problem with one of the only trusted friends he has? “Those pointless jealousy you mortals have, what good does it bring you to feel this way? Utterly insignificant. If you wish me to part with the traveler, that is not something I could do. This is not my problem, solve it yourself.” It’s not even a surprise if this would lead to a bigger fight. Patience is all you need to get this into his head, but with him growing colder and farther away from you, it seems that even you will have your own limitations.

ZHONGLI is probably the most intuitive and easy to understand you above everyone else. Yes, he may not have experience with mortal jealousy, but he’d seen it with gods of course, not in a romantic way like it is now however, but he can relate to it either way. He also doesn’t confront you unless you move away from him or give any indication that you’re uncomfortable in his presence. If it was a non-confrontational situation, he’d try his best to give you more time than he did these few days and when I say that he’s going to be consistent about it, he definitely will now. “My actions may have clouded your mind and in turn made you lost a little bit of trust on me, but believe me when I say that my love for you will be as strong as anything I can make. You have no need to worry for I will be yours until the end.”

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Hehehe well i have decided on doing this instead of working on my other fics lol also thank you for 50 followers

I love writing these it's so fun! And apparently I am now writing for Grayson too.

THIS IS A COLLAB WITH @thehoundwrites thank you so much honestly this wouldn't be possible without you. I thoroughly enjoyed working with you and I looked forward to the next time <3

please note this is 18+ read at your own risk

So here is pt 5 to my now on series lol

Grayson × Reader dying in her arms

warnings: Violence, blood, gore, drugs, torture, food, alcohol mention, police brutality, gross man comments, explosion mentions, mental breakdown, major character death, Hurt no comfort, and kidnapping,

· Your relationship with Grayson was very well known. The two of you were often out in public with each other, on dates or casual strolls through piltover. Finding any excuse you could to spend time with your lover.

· And even though she was a very busy woman, new cases, new recruits to train, more paperwork to finish, the two of you always found ways to spend time with each other, finding yourselves in need of quality time with each other.

· Everyone knows you were taken by THE Officer Grayson. All the enforcers who work under her even know you well, because you are always visiting her at work with any excuse.

· Although it had been a while since you and Grayson were able to go out on a real date. You haven't even been able to go out on your usual lunch dates with her either, as her cases have been piling up and keeping her extremely busy.

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· Although this morning was much different than the usual mornings. It seems as though the whole week has been like that. Grayson's work has been keeping her so busy she has hardly been able to make it home or if she did it was only for a few hours so she could get some rest after a long day of work.

- You have been doing your best to have dinner or even a light snack made for whenever she gets home. Since sometimes all Grayson could bring herself to eat was something small, the stress of being an enforcer often getting to her. So you always were trying your best to help your lover in any way you could seeing as though this current case was clearly overwhelming her and you hated to see the one you love so stressed.

- After waiting for so long you finally decided that you were gonna set up a date between the two of you again. You hoped a bit of fresh air and some appreciation would give Grayson a well deserved break. Maybe even put a kind smile back on her face.

- You started out by planning out something that would be ideal. A date that wouldn't take up too much time, but at the same time it would be long enough to get her out of her head and long enough for you to immerse her in genuine love and appreciation.

- You spent so long planning for the date, thinking hard on what would be best for the two of you to both get what you really needed. You had decided that a picnic would be perfect. It would get her out of the house and the station. A picnic with its gentle breeze would calm the nerves, something you both very much needed.

- Since you had figured out the perfect day together you decided to tell Grayson that you have a surprise planned. You asked her to make some time for you and of course she was never one to say no to her lover.

- Throughout your week, you made the preparations like picking the perfect spot for your picnic, one with a good view of the city where your love flourished. Where the two of you met, where the two of you grew, where your love had thrived.

- You were so excited that you ended up making multiple trips to the market just to get the food needed for just a few of Grayson's favorite meals. And of course during the trips, you couldn't contain your excitement which striked a few other Piltovian’s curiosity. Which ignited a few enthusiastic exchanges with passerbys. So you got some advice from employees on your date, your plans innocently letting your plans out through loose lips.

- As the days passed and the preparations were as done as they could be. And after an exciting week the picnic day was finally here, as you’d been so eagerly waiting for.

- You had woken up to a beautiful sunny day with only a few clouds scattered in Piltover’s bright blue sky. It was the perfect weather for a picnic, you couldn't help smiling brightly knowing your day is going to go perfectly. So you had begun to get ready for your perfect date with your beloved partner Grayson.

- You put together your basket and your bags and even with those there were still too many things that couldn't fit in just the basket. You started to question yourself for a moment wondering if maybe you went a little overboard. But instead of fixating you had decided to brush that off. Letting any negative emotions go since you wanted your partner Grayson to have the best day she could and you hoped she would appreciate everything.

- You grabbed everything and made your way out of the door ready to go on your merry way to meet up with your partner eager to take her mind off the stress of work.

- You began your usual path to meet up with your lover. You looked around to admire the environment, excited for the potential of your day. You knew your date was going to be amazing and exactly what the two of you needed.

- Despite being so happy you found yourself so lost in thought about how perfect your date with Grayson was going to be that you didn't realize you had already made it to where you had planned to meet with your partner. Her voice was the one to wake you so you didn't just keep walking.

"Hello my little daydreamer, where are you going?" Grayson asked, her voice as gentle as always.

- Luckily her voice was able to snap you back into the real world, your eyes lighting up when you felt her presence, a bright smile across your lips as you look back at her apologizing and explaining that you were just lost in the thought of getting to spend time with her on your perfect little date.

- Grayson giving you her usual chuckle and gentle smile that you’ve grown to adore. You grabbed her hand and excitedly, noticing her typical leather gloves were not on, palms soft with age gripping back just as excited to go as you are. An exuberant "let's go!" sounding from your mouth.

- Happily leading the way to the chosen destination right outside the city, with a golden view. Grayson and you had talked about how much you've missed each other over the past few weeks. Acknowledging the unfortunate distance the two of you were forced to endure. She had mentioned that the thought of today was what kept her motivated for the past few days.

- Spending time together laughing and talking with the one you loved seemed to make the time fly by maybe too quickly still though moments like these seemed to make you the happiest. Moments like these are ones you'll be able to remember forever.

- With the time passing quickly, so did your walk.

- You pulled out the blanket and with help of Grayson the two of you set it down wide enough for both of you to sit comfortably. After both 0f you sat down, you started to pull out the many dishes you had prepared along with her favorite drink you had bought specially for her. And then just for a moment your head tilted, your eyes looked up at Grayson to seeing her gray ones watching you, smiling softly at you. Just knowing that you had made her this happy had caused you to blush lighty. She chuckled a bit, finding your tinted face adorable.

- Your sentence was interrupted by a somewhat familiar figure approaching from behind your lover, and unfortunately Grayson had seen the same happen behind you.

"This really is the perfect spot for us”Grayson’s head craned towards the city, looking at a street, you of course knowing exactly what she was eyeing. Just one of the many places your lover and you had bonded, remembering that this place was one of the places you’d normally walk down. One of the first places you had shared a kiss. One of those moments you'd always remember. She continued “I’m very happy you brought me here, my darling. I get to spend much needed time with my favorite company once again." Grayson said, her smile seemed to be unable to leave her face at this point.

" I’m really glad I can spend time with you again. It seems like it's been so long! I lo.."

"Watch-" was all Grayson could yell, trying to reach out to you in an attempt to pull you out of harm's way, her natural instinct to protect people intensified by her love for you.

- It was cold before it was dark, panic struck through every nerve as you tried desperately to move your limp body. Mind begging to save your lover however any movement was futile as your vision had already begun to fade into nothingness. Everything had gone black both of you waves of cold anguish shocking your body since the two of you had both been struck on the back of your head, not sure what to make of it other than hopelessness knowing that now there is nothing either of you can do that will save you.

- Consciousness had been fading in and out, you could vaguely remember brief moments of being dragged along a hard floor of some sort with a bag over your head unable to see through the dark of your containment, but you were not able to keep your consciousness despite your feeble attempts at it.

"Y/N! wake up! WAKE UP!' Desperate please clawed at your pounding head, you could feel your brain throbbing in your skull, your vision was shaky, your heart pounding.

- You hear Grayson yelling for you, screaming your name in a way you’d never heard before. Panic filling her voice, you’d never expected to hear her so terrified. Slowly you open your eyes only to see flashes of white, and a room that seemed to be moving, similar to a ship sinking deep into the deep waters of emptiness. When your vision was able to collect itself, although still throbbing you had seen the love of your life tied down to a metal post, you could see red marks across her dark skin knowing she’d spent her time awake trying to escape. Trying to save you. As if by instinct you tried to move your own body but you were unable to not only were you tied down your body was weak and tired head pounding at every rash movement you had attempted to make. You look down at your arms and legs seeing that you've been strapped down to a chair, feeling it climb across your skin, they'd even wrapped your stomach as an extra precaution.

"What…. Happened?" you asked Grayson your words not able to form completely your voice shook and your body was trembling, not realizing how hard you had been struck.

"I- I don't know what's going on but try to stay calm I will find us a way out of this" You could tell Grayson was trying to keep some composure, hearing how she had forced calmness but you could hear the fear and panic in her voice.

- Your eyes roam around the room, the pulse in your vision just now beginning to fade. You could see nothing more than some cases, bare walls, and a tied Grayson in an uncomfortably dark room.

- Out of nowhere you heard echoing footsteps approaching the room you'd been forced into. Distant voices growing as they got closer to the two of you.

- You couldn't look at her, did you get them into this?

"Heyyy Y/N! Officer. I hope ya’ two love birds is enjoying your stay. Glad ya’ took my advice. I knew Grayson would love strawberry wine. Seems like tha’ type. " a man says, seeming to enjoy the fear in your eyes, his own had been watching Grayson only now darting to your binds as he greeted you.

- Grayson’s gray eyes had been focusing on the man in an attempt to find an opening, although the wine comment made her eyes find you terrified.

- “Didn't get to try it, can you pour me some?” You said venom oozing out of your panic.

- “Of course princess” He smirks, reaching into one of the cases a small plastic cup twirling in his fingers before grabbing the wine you had recognized pulling the cork out and pouring it into the disposable medical cup making his way over to grayson and dropping it in her lap.

" What do you want from us?" Grayson says in a calm tone, underlying rage as you could see the ropes burning her skin.

- “Oops, sorry I'm a bit preoccupied” he said as a small knife was pulled out from his pocket.

The man chuckled "Don't worry princess it's only gonna get worse"

"Oh! Officer Grayson? It's so nice to finally meet you… in the flesh… You see this little show is all for you! Maybe you’ll learn not to pry in other people's business now" the man says with an eire smile and a wink to add to his facade,

" You didn't answer my question. What do you want?" Grayson says sternly, her patience clearly running thin, her eyes unable to look at you, scared of what she’ll see.

"heh you'll see. just be patient." he jokes arrogantly as he walks away, echoes of footsteps fading.

- As the minutes had passed the air had seemed to have fallen silent. Looking at Grayson you can see the concern in her eyes as she was finally able to look at you, despite not being able to escape her binds she still persisted. Desperate to rescue you, from the mess she created. Thoughts filled her head. Who are these people? What do they want? And of course the fact you're on a chair and she is chained to the floor. Why did they bring you into it? How did they know about you? Why are you in a chair?

-But the memory of playful glint in the man's eyes and the small glimmer of a knife protruding from his pocket made everything fall right into place. Her heartbeat quickened realizing what they were going to do, unable to control herself the rope scratched at her skin, small trickles of blood fell down her wrists, hot tears prickling in her eyes.

Why you? Why you? Why you? Was all she could think now.

You felt it too, how the air changed, you'd seen the blood drip from her wrists realizing her desperation yet unable to say anything as your breath took over. You were so scared you had to focus on remembering how to breath hot tears streaking your dirty face.

“ I promise I will get us out of this. I won't let them Hurt you. If anyone is gonna be hurt it’ll be me.” Grayson says with fear flooding her every word despite her desperate attempts to control herself, she was just as terrified as you.

“We have to give them what they want. I can't lose you.” Grayson as always tried to smile to hide her pain, the fear in her eyes was different though. You could see how terrified she really was.

- Not long after. Even though it had felt as though hours had passed by the two of you trying to control your bodies, only then did the man return but this time there were more people with him. Grayson stood, well sat her ground, staring each and everyone down her tears had faded instantly knowing she had to seem strong, even though she was crippled by fear.

- “I'll do whatever you want, just leave her out of this.” The man from before laughed at the thought. “We ain't in the mood for no deal's Officer” he seemed to be the leader.

- “Naw, this one's personal doll, a close friend for well.. her…” he said, blade now pointing at you.

- “One of ours for one of yours and you ain't got nobody else” The members around him chuckled at the thought.

“Then take me” She replied instantaneously. You tried to chime in with a protest but the man had it covered.

- A new person stepped forward grabbing the blade from the leader.

- “You see darling, I want you to see that your decisions have consequences and I have thought of the perfect way to show you.” the man slowly dragging the blade down your cheek not drawing blood but putting Grayson on edge with every movement he made not breaking eye contact for a moment

- The fear started to sink in. you could only imagine what their goal could be, their intentions. Thoughts of the past week filling your head . How many times have you spoken with that man ? Before you had made the choice of that wine, he had met you multiple times at the market while choosing out the ingredients for the food , he had seemed like just another innocent stall owner. What have you done! This all wouldn’t have happened if you had been more cautious of who you told but you had told so many you excitement having clouded your judgment

- With fear in your eyes you look towards Grayson.

The man continued on “ How does it feel Officer knowing that if you hadn’t gone so far as to make that order that you and your pretty little princess would be enjoying such an amazing date, ya know Y/N here spent days at the market picking out the best ingredients.”

- the other men chiming in with laughs and nods of agreement all seemingly eager for what was gonna happen next.

- Cold metal traced down your skin softly, no edge just the fear in your eyes as they darted between the man and Grayson

- “Plea-” You were about to beg when his knife pressed against your lips the blade pressing ever so harshly drawing red from the skin. A dark grin crossed the new mans face, getting joy from seeing red fall from your lips.

- “Shh- shh pretty girl it’ll all be over soon I promise” He said eyes wandering down your tied frame. Letting the blood stained knife drag harshly across your top cutting here and there as he applied different pressures across the clothing. Sometimes pressing sharp enough the blade would cut your clothes and your skin. Earning hisses and tears from you.

- A smirk played at his lips, his gloved fingers wiped away your tears harshly, letting his tongue slide out to taste them just a bit. “Damn” He cursed quietly “Wish the boss would let me have more fun with you… darling” He said the last comment loud enough for Grayson to hear. Her jaw clenched as she strained to help you.

- “Alright- Okay enough fun”

“-Name- go get the case over there”

- The man heading to the cases you had seen earlier heard a slight clunk sound when they picked it up. Then walking to the man seemingly in charge holding up the case for him to open

- “see this here this is the main event of this evening, this is what you caused when you interrupted our day with that little raid you ordered.’ the man looking at Grayson as he opens the case of what you could only assume was shimmer. But something seemed off the color? Or was it bubbling? You couldn’t tell completely what was wrong with it but it was clear it wasn’t normal.

- looking back over to Grayson you could see the shock in her eyes. She had heard of failed shimmer batches but she had never seen some in vials. The look of horror as she then made and just for a moment held eye contact with you before her eyes quickly darted back to the man as his movement drew her attention. He was pulling a vile out of the case

“Can you guess who this is for?”

-Grayson immediately yelled “give it to me please spare her this is my fault what happened is my fault I ordered the raid It was one of my men who got one of yours Y/N had nothing to do with this please! Please don’t hurt her anymore!” Graysons desperation dripping out of her pleads was louder and ever more clear in her voice. The knowledge she had of what normal shimmer does to the body alone the thought of what messed up batch could do was even more horrifying.

- “Now now that is not the answer and we both know it” the man now moving closer to you spinning the vial of incomplete contaminated shimmer through his fingers. His intent ran clear across his face. He was enjoying every bit of what he was doing and he wasn’t hiding his excitement for what he was planning to do next.

- You watched every movement, vision hazy as pain coursed through your body, his eyes glued to your look of shock and panic, a disgustingly wide smile on his face as he was extra careful not to let his skin even touch the glass container that held the contaminated shimmer. Two men followed with two vials in each of their hands. The man began to open up the vial before getting an idea.

- “Y'know what, How about we have the officer taste test it huh?” He said winking at you before turning and striding towards your confined partner her face was near a snarl as he approached and knelt before her you couldn't see what happened next all you heard is a growl and a screech that your lover let out you could hear her cries and the scratch of her husky voice make the scream deafening. It made your blood curdle “No please! Please leave her alone '' You cried, you couldn't. You wouldn't. It had to be you. It couldn't be her. She deserved so much better, she was kind and gentle and nurturing. The best human being you’d ever known. She was perfect.

- “Please please please” You and Graysons pleading were almost in unison at this point, her more desperate husky voice cracking since her throat was now damaged from the scream from the pain of acid on her leg. The man turned to you “Dont worry baby youre next” You couldnt tell if he was laughing or if he was just fucking crazy. You didn't care. But you knew this and you knew you were next.

- He approached you with purple liquid bubbling out of the top of the glass vial, your eyes widened like a deer in headlights, your sobs and begs quieting down. There was nothing you could do, even your lovers please felt distant. Everything is fading away except maniacal eyes staring you down, glowing liquid and the sound of every single ounce left in you that wanted to figh leaving your body. Your lips moved as you tried to say please don't, but it was just an exhale of air.

- “Good girl, drink up.” He said, letting the bubbles hit your leg sobs leaving your chest before a man from behind pulled the back of your head against his stomach, gloved fingers stretching your cheeks so that you had no choice but to keep your mouth open and drink his poison. Bubbles like acid that had reached your thigh dripped over your stomach and your chin, before dripping the rest of its contents into your mouth as much as you tried to spit it out to get it out you couldn't. The contaminated shimmer dripped into your throat. You could feel all of the shimmering liquid corroding whatever it touched, burning it harshly. Tears streaming down your bloodied dirtied cheeks as you try to shake your head away. Tried to get loose. Try to make yourself vomit the shimmer back up. But you couldn't move. Your brain felt like mush and you could barely breathe. The only thing you could bring yourself to say was your soulmate's name as if you don't ever want to say anything else. You couldn't say anything else. Her name always felt so right, always brought you comfort even in the darkest or loneliest of times. You hoped it would help now. It did a little. But this night was darker. Darker than any other. Even your lover couldnt help you now. “Grayson… Grayson…. Grayson…”

- “Good call her name, I’m sure she'll be so much help” he chuckled.

- As soon as he left you a sobbing mess only able to call out your lover's name he turned to walk to Grayson, your pained sobs turned into chokes knowing she was next.

- “Unlike your plaything we won't be killing you, we’ll just have a little fun while the doll rots away.” Nothing but an angered scream of what you would’ve thought was a cornered animal in a fight for its life left Grayson.

- He was right there standing above her, you scrunch your eyes shut wanting your last thoughts to be of her smile, the date. She laughs, her name, her touch, anything good. But the building around you rumbled, shaking everything a whole bunch a clunks and thuds sounded.

- “AIN'T THAT SILCOS KID?, HELL NAW BOSS WE DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS”

- Your vision was blurry you started to fade away you couldn't really tell what happened next but you felt a warm body in front of you the same knife that was used against you was now being used against your binding.

- “Hold on just a little longer” , Grayson pulling off your restraints and lifting your body from the chair, the pain in her leg causing a limp but hearing your wheezing with every movement. Panic encasing Grayson and yet she still held hope if she could just get you to a doctor everything was gonna be okay. She repeated that to herself over and over again in her head. Now doing her best to carry you out of the dingy and dark building.

- finally seeing a door Grayson picks up the pace to the best of her ability the hope she had fueling her every movement. She was going to get you to safety. Closer and closer she moved to the door every step fueling her determination.

- Finally reaching the door a small rush of joy filled Grayson as she opened the door and stepped out of the building. The sight crushed her. The two of you were in Zaun nowhere near any doctor or way of transportation anywhere near any place of safety. A feeling of crushing defeat overwhelmed Grayson causing her to stagger backwards almost falling over. Her mind flooded her head.with mixed emotions, all negative. Her hope was crushed all at once as her heart pounded screaming into the darkness of the polluted alleyway you were stuck in.

- A sudden cough from you causing her to snap out of it realizing that she has no time to waste and that she could still get the only one left she loved to safety she had to and there was still a chance right? She thought to herself, keeping herself, keeping her blind hope alive.

- A new wave of determination casted over Grayson. She had to save you, you were all she had left. You had to live. There was no choice.

- A weak whisper of her name caused emotional Gray eyes to find you as you looked up to her. “You have to let me go” Her own widened in horror as she knew what you were going to say next. “It’ll be ok-”

- “Grayson” you mumbled weakly, cutting her off. “Please.”

- You knew, she knew. She wanted to deny it, but there's no way in her injured state she’d be able to save you. No matter how fast she could claw her way back up to Piltover. At this point there was no hiding it. Her composure was lost as she finally let her emotions bubble over, hot tears burning her face as she slid to the floor landing harshly against pavement and trash, uniform scratched by the rugged brick wall behind her. Your body laid meekly in her lap as she stroked your hair.

“No, please darling. You can't die on me”

- “ this… was supposed to be… the.. perfect day…’ you say through your last staggering breaths.

- Grayson feeling the last bit of life leaving your body, your arm that attempted to reach to stroke her face one last time hung loosely at your side, your breaths coming to a halt but a smile on your face. Yourface. Your last moments were of the perfect date you'd planned for the two of you. Thoughts of her kind smile and loving eyes. Her heart dropped as your body had now gone blue, almost blue, almost pale by now as most of your blood had already left your open wounds, your eyes looking at her. A sight she’ll never be able to unsee.

- Graysons tan arms held you gently stroking your face as if you were only just asleep. She smiled gently before harsh reality set in, noticing scratchy red rashes with trickling blood droplets forming wounds a bit too deep. The ropes would cause permanent scars, ones that will never go away. Only fade.

- A husky voice usually so calm was now wailing her thighs holding you up as her hands gripped at her graying her forehead pressed against your bloody chest rocking only a bit trying to regain the senses. A deafening mix of whimpers and whispers escaping her in the forms of curses and please and why couldn't it have been me’s. She held your body tight to her chest refusing to let go unstoppable tears rushing from the corners of her eyes.

- From a distance Grayson could hear muffled sounds of enforcers. As they approached they were shocked at the sight they now laid their eyes upon. It was their Chief covered in blood, sobbing and the most noticeable and horrifying sight was what or more so who was in her lap. They saw the lifeless body of their Chiefs beloved and most cherished darling. The smiling person who always visited during the lunch breaks, the one who baked goods for the force, The one they all grew accustomed to visiting at random parts of the day with any excuse to see Grayson. Now resting dead and wide eyed in front of them. Both covered in hideous scars, and soaked in blood. No one could quite comprehend what had happened, how could this happen on the day that was supposed to be perfect for them.

- You had run your mouth off to them only since they promised to keep it a secret from Grayson, all of them unanimously agreeing that she deserved a happy little date with her beloved. They knew as well as you did. Which… Right now.. Seemed as though it still… wasn't much.

[tteokggukk]

golden hour → jjk

» pairing: photographer! jungkook x reader

» genre: smut, established relationship, pwp

» words: 3.4k

» warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, some dirty talk, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), deepthroating, cunnilingus, penetration, teasing, edging-ish, jungkook is kind of??? a dom, jungkook loves kissing, use of ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ as pet names, tattooed and long haired jungkook (which isn’t rlly a warning but just in case??), and a boudoir shoot.

» summary: when your boyfriend jungkook is stressed out over a certain project, you decide to comfort him and help him de-stress by taking a mini-photoshoot during golden hour. what you don’t expect is how he turns your innocent suggestion into a boudoir shoot.

» a/n: hello omg this is the first time i’m ever posting smut and all i wanna say is i tried. this is like a practice shot or smth but i swear i’ll learn askldlaskdjl feel free to leave comments and suggestions :’> AhAHAGSGHA

permanent taglist: this is the first time i’m posting with a permanent taglist and i’m tagging just in case but since this is a smut please let me know if you’re not comfortable with smut works so i can only tag you in non-smut ones, thank you! @mochisjoon​ @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd

Sundays were one of your favorite days of the week. It was your chance to unwind and ease yourself before preparing for work again the next day. It was also one of the days where you could spend your time just lying down on your bed with your longtime boyfriend, Jungkook, where you felt the safest in his arms. Today though, Jungkook was focused on his desk retouching pictures he took for a client.

It was a quiet and peaceful day in your apartment. You didn’t have much to do, so you decided to catch up on some reading while lying in bed partnered with a cup of tea on the side table. You loved how you respected each other enough in your relationship that neither of you minded or intervened the other when working on your separate interests. You could do your own thing while he would do his, so it was nice to still have that sense of freedom and independence. The two of you spent the whole day focused on your separate agendas.

Neither of you realized how the sun was beginning set, slowly dimming the room into a warm tint of orange.

From time to time, Jungkook would ask for your opinion on the shots he was fixing and you’d give him your honest opinion (you’ve picked up photography terms and technicalities that you learned from him when you first started dating). He was glad that you were of help, kissing your hand every time he heard your input, but you couldn’t help but notice how stressed he was over this one project. He’d make a low, grunting sound every hour and run his hands through his hair in frustration. Occasional clicking noises and sighs would slip from his mouth and it bothered you to see him like this. He was normally excited and quick when working on projects, but this one in particular was putting him at his wit’s end.

Getting up from bed, you decide to give your boyfriend some comfort in a way that you could. Placing your book aside, you walked over to him. You positioned your hands on his shoulders before applying soft, circular motions just below his nape, causing him to hum in pleasure and tilt his head back. He lets you massage him for a moment until he takes both your hands and rests them on his chest.

“I’m sorry I haven’t spent much time with you today,” he apologizes.

“Don’t be,” you tell him, “I know how important this is to you—but you seem really stressed about it.”

“The client has so many requests and they keep making changes at the last minute, I can’t really figure out what they want,” He sighs, obviously exasperated at the client he was currently handling.

“How urgent is this?” You ask.

“Not very?” He turns his ergonomic chair around to face you, pulling you close to make you sit on his lap, “I just wanted to get it done as fast as I could to leave some days for readjustments.” Of course, he was always such a perfectionist and you admired that about him.

“So why don’t you take a break? Watch some shows, lie down, or take new pictures as a “palette cleanser”,” You suggest, noticing how his eyebrows raise at the suggestion of taking pictures. Jungkook looks out the window before looking back at you, “Well it is golden hour,” he grins.

“Can I take pictures of you?” He asks with his doe eyes beaming brightly, making it impossible for you to say no to him.

“Sure, why not?” You agreed and got up while he followed after you with his personal camera.

Thanks to the huge window in your apartment, the warm color of the setting sun hit all the right spots in your room. The bed was well lit, so you two decided to hold the mini-shoot on it. You knew exactly what kind of poses Jungkook liked in pictures, it made your heart flutter every time he praised you for doing so well. His favorite shots were always the ones where you modeled in them—you were his muse, after all, and there hasn’t been a single shot of you that left him dissatisfied.

It didn’t take long before you were fully immersed in switching to different poses for him, you hadn’t noticed how the strap of your silk camisole began sliding off your left shoulder. Jungkook, however, took a clear notice on the simple slip of your clothing, rousing an interesting idea in his head.

You watched as Jungkook scanned the pictures, not quite expecting him to ask, “Do you wanna try a boudoir shoot?”

Your eyes grow wide at the question, unsure with what kindled the suggestion. His eyes meet yours and he mistakenly reads the expression on your face for hesitance, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, babe. It was just an idea.”

“No, I do,” You said quickly. You weren’t nervous at all, and honestly you were determined to help him get his mind off the stress he’s been through the whole day—you thought you’d do just about anything, “I was just wondering why you suddenly thought of doing that kind of shoot,” you laughed.

“So should I take these off then?” you held onto the hem of your camisole, making Jungkook smile and nod in response.

As you slowly began to undress, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at you while you disposed of the clothes that covered every outline of your body. After all these years, seeing your body always felt like the first time for him—it was something he never got tired of, his amazement at your figure never faded.

“Maybe I should change into lingerie,” You muttered, realizing you were only wearing your plain, nude-colored underwear. Jungkook stopped you before you got out of bed.

“I think you look perfect in those,” He says, a fond look in his eyes. You slowly moved back and sat down again, a blush creeping on your cheeks. “Psh,” was all you could say, making him chuckle at how you were flustered by the comment.

Taking boudoir shoots wasn’t exactly your forte, so Jungkook had to guide and direct you on what you had to do with your body. He’d gently move your arms and feet to his desired angle, and though it was awkward at first, you eventually got the hang of it.

You were definitely a quick learner, and Jungkook noticed that. Through the lens, he started seeing how you got comfortable with the intimate poses and how your facial expressions could easily capture the mood. He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare at your eyes before his gaze trailed down to your pink lips, where you lasciviously bit on your finger. He had to clear his throat before he finally took the picture.

The light coming from the windows did more than just reflect the golden hour in his shots. From your perspective, the lighting made it impossible not to notice the bulge forming in his grey sweatpants, which cast a shadow near his upper thigh. You bite your lip at the sight, your heart beginning to thump rapidly at the thoughts racing in your head.

A coy smile tugs upon your lips as you position yourself in a new pose, bringing yourself to your knees. Jungkook watches as you slowly remove the straps of your bra from your shoulders, leaving yourself to hold the cups in place. He gulps nervously and tries to hide it with a cough, but this only urges you to do more.

You continue teasing him by curving your back and gripping on the sheets, causing him to let out a frustratingly deep breath. This goes on for a couple more minutes with several other poses until he couldn’t take it anymore—with the simple movement of holding your hair up and exposing your nape, which you knew drove him wild, he brings the camera down from his face.

“You’re getting too good at this, aren’t you?”

His voice was much deeper now than it was previously as he begins to walk over to the bed. “Am I?” You ask, pretending not to notice his eyes that were now a shade darker along with the outline of his length protruding from his sweats, “Are we done? Did the pictures come out good?”

“Mhm,” he hums, sitting down on the edge of the bed to face you, leaning into your neck to whisper into your ear, “Really good.”

“Then I take it you’ll probably get back to work now?” You asked, leaning backwards to look at him, “You seem de-stressed enough. Good luck, babe!” You playfully peck his cheek before turning away from him as a joke, bringing the straps of your bra back to your shoulders.

“Not quite,” He says sternly, “Let me help you with that.”

With one swift movement, Jungkook immediately unhooks your bra as a gasp leaves your lips. He watches you clutch onto it, trying to cover your nearly exposed chest. You turn back to face him only to be met by Jungkook’s soft lips crashing into yours. He starts leaning into you, leaving you lying down on the bed with your bra still (but only barely) covering your chest. He was towering over you now, a smirk forming on his lips as he notices your cheeks turning into a darker shade of red.

“Nice try, you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he says darkly while raising a brow. You bit your lip and felt the urge to start kissing him, but the way he leaned back clearly meant he had other plans.

“Such a good model, aren’t you?” He moves back and takes your right leg, peppering your inner thigh with kisses as he steadily moves up towards your stomach while his long hair tickled your skin. He then moves up to your chest until finally reaching your collarbone, “Is this what you had in mind to relieve my stress?”

He starts planting soft kisses on your neck, gradually turning them into harsh sucking and leaving several marks on your skin. A small moan escapes your lips as he finds that sweet spot on your neck, the sound making him smirk in confidence. His left hand is pressed onto the mattress for support while the other cupped your face.

When his mouth leaves your neck, he looks into your eyes for a brief moment and gently takes your chin to pull you in for a kiss. His soft lips that move against yours so perfectly partnered with the musky scent of his perfume were enough for your mind to go in a haze. Your hands move up to his neck before slowly moving up to gently tug on his hair, making him hum in pleasure. Jungkook’s tongue begins to glide over your lips, and you take this as a cue to open your mouth and give him access to your tongue.

He breaks away for a moment to take his shirt off, the sight of his bare torso making you crave him even more. The way his muscles flexed certainly did things to you, you wished you had the ability to see his gorgeous back while simultaneously looking at his toned abdomen.

He notices the small tug on your lips after removing his shirt and sends you a teasing smile, “Well aren’t you enjoying this?”

“Always,” you sighed, making him giggle. He leans forward once again for your lips to meet. Softly, you bite on his lower lip before he makes his way towards your cheek, then down towards your neck, and finally to your chest where your bra laid atop your breasts. He takes the garment between his teeth and takes it with his hand, tossing it over to a nearby chair where it perfectly hung over the backrest. You don’t know why, but that act alone caused your arousal pool even more—you had to resist gasping out loud in amazement.

His tongue begins to skillfully swirl over your nipple and your breath hitches at the action. His tattooed hand takes your other breast and cups it, lightly kneading and squeezing it.

“Mmmh, that feels good,” You moan softly while your fingers run through the strands of his hair. Once his lips leave your breast, he gives you a quick kiss before moving down to your thighs where he slightly spreads them apart.

“Oh, babe,” he purrs while playing with the waistband of your underwear, “This wet already?” He continues to lightly peck your inner thighs while his hand rubs on your pussy that was still covered by your undergarment. Your breathing had turned heavy as you waited for his next move, but he seemed to enjoy teasing you like this.

“Jungkook, please...” Your voice almost came out as whisper.

His eyes look up to meet yours, a “Please what, baby?”

“Please me,” you whined.

“Please you? And what do you want me to do?” He smirks, rubbing the garter of your underwear between his fingers as if he were about to pull them down any second.

“Take it off,” you begged.

“These?” Slowly, he begins to pull them down and slides them off your thighs. You push yourself up to watch as he takes your underwear in his hands, tossing them to the same chair where he threw your bra. The outline of his cock appeared to be even more protrusive now, and you couldn’t help but slightly salivate at the sight.

He slips his fingers into your folds and brushes them past your clit while quiet whimpers begin to fall from your mouth. Jungkook leans forward as he starts to gradually rub in circles, his eyes focused on yours as he watches the expressions on your face with amusement.

“Ah—fuck,” You fail to bite back a moan as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace, stroking his fingers up and down exactly the way you wanted him to. “Just like that,” you pant.

“Is this what you want?” He whispers into your ear before pulling his hand away, “Or should I get back to work and stop?”

“God, Jungkook, no—!” You cried.

“No, what?” He growls, “Use your words, ___.”

“No, don’t get back to work,” You whined.

“Then what should I do?” His hands continue to slide through your arousal while waiting for your answer.

“Touch me, please.”

He chuckles darkly at your impatience.

“So needy.”

He begins to run his digits along your clit causing your breathing to become unsteady as louder pants escaped your lips. Seeing the veins on his arm while his tattooed fingers worked their way onto your sweet spot turned you on greatly, you found yourself moaning out every profanity you knew. Jungkook slips two of his long fingers into your pussy, causing you to cry his name out loud followed by another curse. He licks his lips at the arousing sound of you blurting out vulgar words while his fingers curled inside you.

“This is what you wanted, babe? For me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?” He inserts a third finger in and you feel the burn from the stretch, hissing at the slight pain. He quickly moves down and positions himself to face your arousal, using his free hand to further spread your legs apart.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” He stares hungrily and runs his tongue across your folds, “Tastes so good.”

Your hands grab onto Jungkook’s soft hair while he continues lapping you up, his tongue skillfully flicking over and sucking on your clit. The motion of his fingers slipping in and out of you paired with the movement of his tongue sent your mind in a frenzy—you could hear just how wet you were and felt your pussy pulsating at his touch.

He continues to delve his tongue into you, humming in delight as he takes in every bit of your arousal. The vibrations from his mouth felt even more stimulating, and though you wanted to feel much more of him than just his mouth, the high you felt was too much for you to be able to push him off.

“W-want you,” You stuttered. Jungkook looks up at you and breathes out a deep laugh, another smirk forming on his lips.

“Me? Where do you want me, babe?” He positions himself above you to plant kisses along your neck which made you smile. Your hands trail all over his torso before sliding down underneath his sweatpants, feeling the length of his cock in your hands. Jungkook lets out a low grunt and crashes his lips back into your neck.

“Want you inside me,” You hum, rubbing his cock underneath his sweats. Jungkook’s breathing begins to turn ragged at your touch, but he manages to pull himself back and take his pants off.

“Kneel, baby,” He instructs, holding your hands to pull you up. You kneel in front of him and watch as he begins to stroke himself, biting your lip at the sight. “Show me how much you want me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing his hand off himself, you wrap your lips around the red tip of his cock. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair as you bob your head up and down his length, your hand pumping the rest of his size. Low groans begin to emit from his mouth while your tongue swirled around the head, and to show him just how much you wanted him to be inside you, you dared yourself to take him deep inside your throat.

“F-fuck, ___, you’re so good,” He breathes out in shock at how much of him you’re taking in. Slight tears form in your eyes as his grip on your hair tightens, momentarily gagging you.

Jungkook’s hands finally frees the strands of your hair as he leans forward into you, pushing you back onto the mattress. Prying your legs apart, he takes his cock in his hand and teases your entrance, brushing the tip up on your clit and causing heat to form in your stomach.

“Please, Jungkook,” you whined, unable to wait any longer. Another smile tugs on his lips at your eagerness and before you knew it, you were gripping on the sheets while Jungkook sank deep into you. The movement of his hips thrusting into you has your back arching and your toes curling while you moaned his name in pleasure.

Jungkook continues to pick up the pace. You could feel the way his cock moved against your walls, hitting the exact spot that sent lightning through your veins while your fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders—the groans and heavy breathing coming from your boyfriend turning you on even more. His eyes meet yours for a quick second and for a moment he thinks about wanting to capture you just like this.

“So beautiful,” he pants, “And so, so needy.”

It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself reaching your climax, and it’s brought even closer by the sudden circular motion of Jungkook’s digits rubbing against your clit. A strangled moan comes out of you as he continues to thrust even deeper while his fingers added pressure on your bud. Your body starts to shake as your orgasm ripples through you, causing you to scream his name out for who knows how loud. Your walls clench around him as he continues to fuck you through your high and fills you up, followed by the sound of his own moans. His hips begin to slow down and he eventually pulls out of you.

Jungkook’s lips crash into yours before lying down next to you, pulling you in so you were lying down on his arm while covering the two of you with a blanket. Neither of you noticed how dark the sky had turned and how the only light coming into the apartment were from the streetlights outside. The only sound in the apartment came from the cars outside and you two catching your breaths.

“You’re amazing,” he sighs, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You grin and curl your legs with his, “Are you good, now? Feeling better enough to retouch pictures?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jungkook chuckles, “But those aren’t urgent.”

“I thought you wanted to get it done as fast as you could?” You laughed.

“I know, but it’s already dark out, so I should be spending time with you,” he says and plants a kiss on your temple. From underneath the sheets, you could feel his hands travelling to squeeze your inner thigh just as he moves closer into your ear before whispering in a low, inviting tone.

“…and one round isn’t enough, don’t you think?”

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[luna-the-moth]

Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving S/O (SFW)

I accidentally deleted the ask, but here’s what was requested: @hey-its-spades : Hello! For Levi, Lucifer, and Satan if you dont mind uwu . Mc has a knack for plants and has taken it upon themselves to put plants everywhere. ( hanging from ceilings,crawling ivy on outside walls,in the kitchen, library, even luci's study.) All the rooms look a liytle greener and None of them say anything but the student body is saying that it makes the old place look alive and home-y. It makes mc really happy.       

Oh I adore this ask! SFW, with a GN! reader. I’m assuming by student body you mean the HoL residents? Since almost nobody outside the household residents visit there. I got really carried away with Levi and the Lucifer angst as well-

My vampire poll for the OM characters

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving Reader (SFW)

Prologue/basics for all of them:

Ever since you came to the HoL, you decided that it was too....lifeless.

Sure, there were bright candles lighting the halls, but the house was devoid of any life, besides the brothers and Henry.

So you took it upon yourself to decorate, of course!

While many human world plants didn’t fare well in the Devildom due to the poor soil quality, Lord Diavolo had agreed to bring you enchanted soil, guaranteed to grow any plant.

Regardless of temperature or sunlight needs, whatever plant grew in that soil would flourish to its upmost potential.

Asmo had a great deal of amusement with you decorating, advising you on what colors would fit specific areas of the household, and what species of flowers would bring beautiful symbolism as well.

In the house’s entryway, you left a pair of Strelitzia nicolai (giant bird of paradise) plants, as they added a subtle flair.

With long, stemmed leaves, it contributed a touch of elegance and flair.

On the a few windowsills, you had placed Begonia rex-coltorum (Rex begonias), their dark, vivid, colors standing out.

You had planted crawling ivy on the outside walls, making the house seem more inviting.

Lucifer:

Lucifer hadn’t minded your redecoration, as it had matched well with the house’s aesthetic, adding to the beauty.

In fact, he had quite enjoyed seeing you pore over catalogues and books, deciding which one would fit the space best.

Over the next few weeks, he watched as the House of Lamentation became brighter, more colorful.

It was a nice change, he thought.

However, he was surprised when he had woken up in his study, rose bushes in the corners of his study.

Deep, red roses greeted him as he surveyed his study with a pleased smile.

It was no secret Lucifer adored roses, and he was appalled when he had first arrived in the Devildom, as the soil quality was so poor, it could hardly grow anything.

Which meant he couldn’t grow roses, one of his favorite flowers.

The fact that you had thought about him, and wanted to gift him such a beautiful display, greatly moved the stoic demon.

Making his way to one of the bushes, he took off his gloves and knelt down on one knee.

The soft, sweet fragrance immersed his senses, filling him with memories of laughter, smiles, serenity, and Lilith.

Roses were her favorite flower.

As the memories flooded his mind, Lucifer suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of longing, and his vision became blurred.

He remembered the way Lilith used to brighten up when helping him with his garden, an eager grin ever-present on her face.

The way she would make him a colorful bouquet of roses whenever Michael had given him more stressful tasks than usual.

He quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen from one of his eyes, and calmed himself.

Taking one of the velvety flowers in his hand, Lucifer gently brought his lips to the flower head, leaving a soft kiss, almost as if it was Lilith’s forehead.

The next time you went over to his study for some tea, he brought you into his arms, bringing you close to him.

Kissing your cheek, he lets a small smile break through his usually-serious facade.

“Thank you for the roses, my love. They compliment my study’s aesthetic nicely.”

Placing a small kiss on your neck, he smirked.

“Perhaps I can thank you with a date tonight?”

Leviathan:

Levi actively enjoyed watching you redecorate the HoL.

It was like one of his favorite games, The Grims! (Yes that was a terrible pun for The Sims.)

He had listened with interest as you went off on the best plants that would fit his aesthetic, and would match well with water.

What caught his attention, was when you brought up the topic of bio luminescent plants.

Of course, they weren’t naturally grown in the human world, but scientists had recently found a way to genetically modify tobacco plants.

In doing so, they had spliced the genes with four fungus genes related to bio luminescence, then carefully cultivated them.

From a seedling to maturity, the plants presented a small glow, visible to the naked eye.

The gene modification had no harmful effects on the plants, and the only difference between the lab-modified plants and wild plants, were height.

The entire time you had explained the plant’s origins passionately, Levi sat in awe, watching as you had gestured your hands in an excited fashion.

So this is what you meant when you had said you enjoyed him being so passionate about an anime or game.

At first, Levi had thought you were merely exaggerating to cheer him up, but as he looks at you now, eyes shining with delight, he understood.

You decided that since you were decorating the HoL, you would decorate Levi’s room as well.

You didn’t have access to the bio-luminescent plants, but you decorated his rooms to the nines nonetheless.

So, you had pooled together your money and resources, to create a mini lily pond for him!

You had miraculously gotten him out of the house, for a cosplay con, in which you had ‘accidentally’ forgotten to buy yourself a ticket.

Which we all know is a lie, you had just not bought one for yourself in order to stay at home, assembling the pond with Solomon’s help.

It was small, enough to fit around 6-7 lily pads/lotuses.

You had carefully grown the lily pads in your room, watching as they eventually bloomed into light, almost ethereal flowers.

By the time Levi came home, you had just finished cleaning up, getting the mud washed from your hands and arms.

Upon seeing the lily pond, Levi’s eyes were wide with amazement and shock.

You created and did this, for him?

Absolutely sets down his handfuls of merch, (gently, mind you) and silently steps over to you.

He does his best to hug you like in anime, wanting you to know how much he appreciates this.

Yes, it may be awkward, but it warms your heart knowing that he stepped out of his comfort zone, just to thank you.

He’s too embarrassed to say it while looking at you, but you can hear his voice as he rests his head against yours.

As he pulls away, a blush is evident on his face, his head turned to the side as he awkwardly places his hand against the back of his neck.

“T-thank you, Y/n. It’s a b-beautiful lily pond.”

Satan:

He fully supported your botanical excursion

After all, he’s always had an affinity for plants.

Whether it be for potions, poisons, or mere decor, Satan had a green thumb, through and through.

If his room weren’t full of books, scriptures, and all sorts of literature, he’d fill it with various plants.

So when you had announced that you were going to re-decorate the HoL with various flora, he was buzzing with excitement.

He gathered every human botanical book he knew of, and started leaving them for you on your desk.

Within a week, you had stacks upon stacks of books, knowledge ready at your disposal.

And so you began to research.

Satan was considerate to leave footnotes in a few of them, like what type would pair well with what color schemes, etc.

You smiled while reading through them, seeing Satan’s elegant handwritten flow across the pages.

Within a few weeks, you had skimmed through the books, thoroughly reading a handful of them.

After ordering the plants you wanted on Azukon, (courtesy of Lord Diavolo’s credit card-) you were eagerly anticipating their arrival.

Especially because a few ‘special items’ were in the package.

After all, you wanted to thank Satan properly for his help.

When the various flora arrived, you had carefully cultivated each of them, encouraging their growth.

Satan had assisted you, monitoring their progress, and making sure none of his brothers ruined them.

The following weekend, Satan had a student council meeting planned, as did the rest of the brothers.

Which left you with the perfect opportunity to set up Satan’s gifts.

In his room, you had placed Senecio rowleyanus (string of pearls) plants, their bright green globes spilling over the bookshelves.

Along with that, were lavender candles, with dried lavender crushed inside.

After all, Satan had always (usually) been the most level-headed out of his brothers, despite his title.

He’s much more than the avatar of wrath, and has gone through painstaking time and trials to overcome that.

That’s why you had picked lavender, which without a doubt, would be noticed by Satan.

When he had come back from the meeting, he was already in a pissy mood, as things didn’t go as planned, ending in an argument between the brothers.

However, when he stepped into his room, seeing lavender candles lit, and garlands of plants over the bookshelves, he immediately broke out in a smile.

A real, genuine smile.

Seeing you sitting on his bed, lavender candles lit, plant garlands stringing down from the bookshelves, it was almost like one of the romance novels he had read...

Quickly, he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you until you were laughing for him to stop.

Finally setting you down to gently kabeddon you, he playfully kisses the corner of your lips.

“Thank you my love, these are absolutely beautiful. I shall preserve these for all eternity.”