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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Hi hi uhm, I've been thinking a few days about something... Maybe you can make it into headcanons or a one-shoot? Only if you're comfortable with the idea of course.

Chuuya taking care of his s/o who's struggling to eat properly, eat certain things and cares a lot about the way they look and the way people will talk about them. You can choose more characters if you want (Dazai, Fyodor, etc) or you can just write for Chuu.

Thank you, take your time and take care! ☺️💕

i hope you're going okay my love. i understand this struggle. it's an absolute nightmare and unfortunately at the time this was a big issue for me i didn't really have anybody around. i don't want that for you! if you ever wanna talk about it you can come to me :) i dunno how much help i can be but i'm always here to listen!

Helping to take care of a reader who struggles to eat

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Oda Sakunosuke, Atsushi Nakajima, x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: These boys help you when you feel self-conscious and find it difficult to eat.

♡ cw: Reader is self-conscious and has trouble eating, mentions of murder (c'mon...this is BSD), swearing, slight implication of NSFW stuff (Dazai strikes again)

note: I put a couple of my comfort characters in here- hopefully their hcs will comfort you too :) I also put your suggested characters in in case you wanted to see 'em. Apologies for errors, hope you enjoy x

Chuuya:

Chuuya has probably had to deal with something similar in Dazai at a time. He understands how you feel and he's totally down to help you

First of all he lets you know that if you crave anything at all, no matter what it is, he'll get some for you. Literally, it could be just crackers or something insanely expensive like caviar he will buy it for you and eat some with you. Anything is better than nothing!

Second he tells you (probably a little aggressively) that the only opinion that matters when it comes to your appearance is YOURS. Fuck all those other people, it's literally none of their business and he's passionate about that. He would probably kill anyone who dares to talk shit about you (let alone to your face? oh man)

He hugs you and lets you know that everything is gonna be alright, and that he'll always be there to support you with things like this no matter what

When he eats, he encourages you to eat alongside him (so it's not as bad y'know, because you're doing it with Chuuya ^-^)

He is very defensive of you in public, like if you don't feel like eating at an event or something he won't force you and if anyone asks or comments on it he snaps at them a little bit lowkey

Chuuya is so encouraging and is always very proud of you whenever you make any progress, like whether you eat a certain amount or if you tell him that you felt attractive that day

Dazai:

Dazai definitely takes it quite seriously. He's mostly worried for your health at first, so his first priority is to get you some food. He does try to get you to eat, but if he fails he knows he can't really force you to eat, so he lets up a little

He's just really worried. Generally because he doesn't want you to get sick but also because of your mental health. Dazai feels as if he has a duty to be there to help you so he does his best

He thanks you for trusting him enough to tell him something like this, and promises to help you in any way you want him to

He will try to make you feel better by complimenting you and just generally lightening the mood

Dazai lets you know that there's no pressure to do so but asks if maybe you could try eating a certain amount a day (like a limit of two meals minimum maybe?) if you're able to? And he's willing to do it with you too if that would make you feel more comfortable

Calls Kunikida and asks him to help him cook you something because he can't cook (lol) and maybe a meal you like would help you? (Kunikida of course agrees to help- for your sake not Dazai's)

Dazai also thinks it's important that he uh...~demonstrates~ the extent of his attraction to you. Y'know, to really help you get the message. He really, really just wants to make sure you understand how much he appreciates and loves you.

Fyodor:

He will also kill people who talk smack about you, but he's like waaaaay scarier about it. Like Chuuya was kind of just exaggerating- he really will do it

Meanwhile, he'd sit you in his lap and comfort you and let you vent and cry to him about your issues as long as you need

He's just a little bit manipulative. Fyodor's method of comforting you about your outward perception is to tell you that his opinion is the only one that matters, and his opinion is that you're very attractive! You don't need to do anything to make him think so

He is probably the most...forceful? when it comes to trying to encourage you to eat. Fyodor would try to convince you to eat by telling you he'll reward you once you do. Maybe he buys you something or takes some time off to spend with you? If you still don't want to, he just doesn't give up. He'll find a way somehow

Fyodor perhaps also enlists the help of SIGMA ONLY because he knows that he's like...very comforting and empathetic and might be able to reassure you about your appearance and relationship with food

He will name all of your features that you consider to be flaws and give you reasons as to why he loves them all very much

Other than Sigma he doesn't bring up the issue with anyone else because he believes it's not his place (he's right tho). If anyone asks he just tells them 'It's a private matter' and nothing more 😌

Oda:

Oda is curious to know what's caused your refusal to eat and self-consciousness. He's curious, but he doesn't ask you any questions.

He simply cooks you an easily digestible meal and sits you down on the couch, gently telling you that he's willing to feed you as much or as little as you want to take

You ask him why he's done this for you, and his reply is a mere 'I care about you.' You can't really say no to that, so you do take a bite or two. Oda doesn't force you to eat anything else, whenever you're done he knows you're done

This goes on for some time- if your issue fluctuates from time to time he's always ready to cook you something and feed you. Though at times where you don't wanna eat he doesn't ever force you to do it.

More importantly he's willing to spend as much time as it takes to reassure you that he thinks you're beautiful and attractive just as you are, regardless of appearance. Though he isn't a man of like, too many words, he shows his love for you very clearly.

If you ever feel like you're a burden to Oda because of this stuff he does he immediately lets you know that that couldn't be any LESS true. He doesn't see it that way at all- he just loves you and wants to help you of his own volition

Is very comforting and whenever you bring it up with him you know that you've made the right decision to trust him with your issue

Atsushi:

Atsushi cares so much about you. He's heartbroken to know that you don't see yourself the same way he does.

Atsushi is a big eater and he's not extremely insecure when it comes to his physical appearance specifically, so he's a little confused about why you feel the way you do. Nonetheless he does his very best to sympathise with you and comfort you

He always offers to share his food with you from then on, even if it's just a little he's very happy when you accept it. He only gives you food he thinks you'll enjoy though because he's a sweetie

He's always been a big praise man but he just doubles it now that he knows you're self conscious. He just wants you to know how much you mean to him and how lovely you are in his eyes.

Asks Yosano for help T-T he just wants to make sure you're healthy. You might get a check in from her from time to time. She is a very helpful person to talk to about this though, good call Atsushi

Atsushi tells you that if anyone bothers you that he'll be there to take care of them for you. He'd usually be able to talk it out but he's not afraid to get just a teensy tiny bit violent if the other person doesn't back down.

To be honest he might just start eating bigger portions himself to make you feel more comfortable with the amount of food you eat to make it seem like less than it is (hE'S TRYING HIS BEST)

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ me omw to cuddle @sunasjellyfruit and everybody else who reads this

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shinobuily · 1 year

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Shatter your heart - al haitham x reader

warnings; reader is scaramouches sister, kinda out of character al haitiam idk 😓, slight cursing, pov might change, angst no comfort. (character count; 6.2k)

You were created by the electro archon herself as a heartless puppet for one of her botched experiments before being set aside. You've been traveling around Teyvat for many centuries before settling down in Sumeru to attend the Akademiya. You were savvy, of course, considering how long you had been skulking around here. Since your brother was a well-known wanderer and the only person you truly had, you were respected at the Akademiya and sort of thought of as an outcast. Given that you couldn't really understand people or their emotions, you usually ended up lashing out on them so you two chose to avoid them.

But one day, a certain scribe made the decision to try and alter that. You two ran into each other and you ended up dropping your books. He then asks a question as he handed you your belongings, "I think I've seen you around before. What's your name?" Was he genuinely speaking to you? This made you freeze.

“Don't talk to me again, or I'll fucking shatter your heart into pieces.” Your piercing gaze caught his as you instantly snatched up your books and raced away, such a strange girl, he thought.

At the city's Tavern is where you guys had your second encounter. He stepped in viewing the area as if it was new gazing at the fancy dimmed lights as he heard people laughing loudly and the sound of glasses clinking together. The air smelt of weed and beer, oh how he hates those smells, why did he even come here.. he thought, sighing and putting a hand through his hair. He proceeded to find empty seats for him and his roomie. After a few drinks he spotted you, leaving Kaveh to go say hello since he'd had enough of his babbling. He would rather have a few beers with you instead.

He made the choice to approach you after the boy sitting next to you (he later on discovered that was your brother) has left. You turned around after he lightly touched you on the shoulder. “What exactly did I tell you? I warned you not to speak to me once again. My god you people never listen...” You whispered the final phrase before turning away and completing your drink. This shocked him—was there really someone resisting the scribe? no way. (yes way) Despite the fact that all he got in return was you rolling your eyes at him, he still made an effort to strike up a conversation with you. When he saw the person sitting next to you was coming back, he quit trying and went back to his roommate, where he listened to him continuing his ramble about his life for the fifteenth time today.

The third meeting went off without a hitch. You two shared the same major and since there was a project everyone needed a partner. He saw this as an opportunity to pursue a relationship with you. He rushed over to you as everyone was leaving the lecture. “Hey y/n.” you whirled around.

“What's up scribe?” you said so casually. Unusually (and very rarely), you were in a pleasant mood, which always leads to strange choices on your part. "Would you be interested in working with me on this project? In the end, the professor said, it was necessary.” Normally, you would team up with your brother but you thought it wouldn't hurt to try something different. “Sure," you said and gave him your phone “Give me your number so that we can text each other.”

“Wow, moving out of your comfort zone for once, I see?” he said and smirked. When he was done putting his number in, you grumbled and immediately grabbed your phone back since you didn't want to talk to him any longer before you regretted it.

He reasoned that you two ended up becoming friends and began chatting more even after the project was completed. You were introduced to his roommate, the one and only Kaveh. You two got along "fine," in his opinion. While you two collaborated to annoy him whenever you had the chance.

Even though you kept making these friends, your sense of emptiness persisted. What a liar you are, you managed to convince everyone, including your own brother that you were content with your new so called friends, that you were at peace, and that you finally felt like you belonged. Feeling compelled to spend time with them all the time and being exhausted all the time you switched it up for once. Making yourself the puppeteer, not wanting to be the fool, so you played him instead.

Al Haitham was blinded, but he didn't care because he eventually developed feelings for you. Why? because you were stunning you received compliments quite frequently however you brushed them off. You were also gifted beyond belief, someone of rare skill. How could he not fall for you?

He imagined that you guys were having fun while conversing and hanging out in your dorm. He proceeded to say what was lingering on his mind for the last couple days. “Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Hmph, go ahead, you can tell me anything, scribe." You approached him and placed your arm on the chair he was seated on. He deadpanned, "I like you.” Your eyes widened as your mind began to scream at you. This was the one time in your entire life that you genuinely experienced regret and guilt. Your stomach dropped, well fuck this. He was the loveliest boy ever, you had to admit. Why are you feeling this way right now if you played him? After gazing at him for at least 30 seconds without saying a word, you finally started to snap the fuck out of it. These were the consequences of your own actions y/n go and harden your imaginative heart again you thought. Finally coming back to reality after all you decided to do this in the first place. You then laughed “Oh my dear scribe,” you said sickly as you went in closer.

“I warned you the first time I’d shatter your heart into pieces.”

At that point, he understood that the own puppet had played him for a fool throughout the entire ordeal. “You had been anticipating this the whole time, hadn't you?” he retorted. Oh, you could see he was angry by his tone, no matter how hard he tried to cover it. You chuckled. “Bingo! You eventually put those skills to use, dear scribe!” Your words laced with poison as you applauded for him. He should have taken your word the first time. You chuckled as his teeth grinded together as he balled his hands into fists. “What exactly did I tell you throughout our meetings? God, you humans never pay attention.” you said and then left his life as quickly as you entered it.

notes; this is my first actual fic ever so i hope it’s good lmao, i haven’t published anything before either so i don’t rlly know how tf this apps works pls bare w me 🙏

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #al haitham #al haitham x reader #al haitham x y/n #i hate it here #i need to fix my sleep schedule

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capricornvampire · 5 months

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Part Two || The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Enneagram

Coriolanus Snow

Type Eight || 8w7 || 835

Type Eight (8w7)

Coriolanus demonstrates throughout the text an almost obsessive fear of vulnerability. It informs many of his decisions; by the end of the novel he resolves to never allow himself to experience love again, as the loss of Lucy Gray and Sejanus have left him feeling weak - and this feeling of weakness almost visibly drives him mad.

Coriolanus falls into the trap of the type 8 personality of relying on his sense of control. He tells us in no uncertain terms that he preferred Lucy Gray when she was in the arena, when he knew where she was and he was not susceptible to feel jealousy. He believes she belongs to him. He exhibits these behaviours with Sejanus and Tigris also. He is very assertive.

Coriolanus’ desire for power and control come from his belief that he is unrivalled in terms of leadership qualities, that at all times - he is the best man for the job. Everything that comes his way, he is confident that he is deserving due to both birth right, and the qualities he believes he possesses innate to him.

Type Three (3w4)

Coriolanus is deeply conscious of his image, and how that will lead to his success. He refuses to give even a hint of his poverty and hunger to his classmates at the Academy and will do whatever it takes to maintain the facade he believes will ensure his social success.

He is very charming and charismatic with his peers, having seemingly long-standing friendships with Clemensia and Lysistrata, and being among the few who don’t openly bully Sejanus during their time at school. He maintains a withdrawn and surface level friendship with all around him - and is very much bothered by the fact that Dean Highbottom does not hold him in high regard.

He is calculating in his diplomacy, withholding the true nature of Sejanus’ demise from everyone aside from Dr Gaul, and swallows his guilt immediately to turn on the charm for the Plinths, in order - once again - to ensure his own success. Sejanus describes Coriolanus as someone who watches everything and only weighs in when he deems it necessary.

Type Five (5w6)

As above, Coriolanus is highly perceptive. His ability and drive to have a comprehensive idea about his surroundings and peers are a kind of armour for him. He refuses to take anybody at their word and involves himself whenever he is spurred by the drive to be fully cognisant of events. To be in control.

He belittles Sejanus constantly for his reliance on emotion and opinion when debating the Capitol’s morality, and the value of the games. He is extremely logical in his approach to gamemaking - a trait that Dr Gaul values, and Dean Highbottom attempts to suppress.

He is isolated and secretive in both his goals and methods, needing only his own counsel and understanding to make any decision.

Thanks for reading! I intend on making more of these as the mood strikes me, Lucy Gray will likely be next.

These posts solely reflect my personal interpretation of these characters based on both the books and movies. If you would type them differently, I’d love to hear your perspective.

I used the Enneagram Institute webpage for type descriptions to make my initial decisions for this post, for more information on Enneagram Types in genera, I can recommend their site!

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Spontaneous Headcanons #16

Having Severe Brainrot over Tsukasa Shishio today

**Very Very Light Spoilers For Dr. Stone Stone Wars (season 2)**

(Under the cut because this is probably gonna be a long one akerkekjrjk)

Psst: There’s RyuKasa at the end

- This man is too pretty for words oh my god-

- Okay but: The gentlest of lers? Like- all those big muscles and insane strength but he’s so sweet and soft to those he tickles because he doesn’t want to hurt no one.

- Not usually one to initiate tickle fights- the times he does decide to play along are usually out of revenge or if he’s been requested to tickle. Again- he’s hyper aware of how strong he is and doesn’t want to hurt no one by accident.

- Usually the person who gently holds down the target while Senku and Co. wrecks them. He’s a bolder of a man, so wriggling away is not even an option (unless you ask- then he’ll gladly let you go)

- Will always check in with his lee to make sure they’re okay. He never wants to cross anyone’s boundaries and will stop immediately when asked. He also doesn’t really tease? He tried after prompting from Senku but felt kinda awkward, so he usually just nods along and smiles.

- As for himself: It’s really hard to tickle Tsukasa. Mainly because he’s tall as heck and pretty good at not reacting.

- Like he’s ticklish- but if he knows your gonna tickle him he’ll flex to a point where he barely feels it.

- Spoiler alert: Mirai spilled the beans on his tickle spots.

- Those being his feet, knees and armpits. (Also his neck/upper back but with all his hair and the cloak he wears it’s damn near impossible to get him)

- He can’t really guard against it when tickled there.

- Stone man activated: When tickled he immediately freezes up so he doesn’t swing at anyone and just lets whomever’s tickling him have their fun. (Usually it’s Senku or Taiju and Ryusui who do this) He’ll try to carefully escape to the ground for safety, but that just leaves himself open for more tickles.

- His laugh is rich and deep and lovely sounding. It’s the kind that rumbles to his core and might make one feel like they’re standing in an earthquake with how much it shakes our primate man.

- He’s kinda embarrassed about being ticklish? It doesn’t exactly fit the theme of “Ultimate Primate Student”. He’s not openly opposed to tickles by any means, but he can’t help but feel a tad weird about it at first. Once he warms up to it all he’s more comfortable.

- Aftercare with this man- oh my goodness he will treat you like royalty. Whatever you need: food, a drink, space to breath, cuddles after; he’s got you covered.

- He’s just a solid dude through and through in my most humble opinion

-And lowkey in love with him because OH MY GOD-

~~~

Totally didn’t come back to add Ryukasa headcanons because I love the ship now what are you saying?/j

- Ryusui is a man of desire, and that includes finding out just where Tsukasa is ticklish so he can hear his laugh whenever the mood strikes.

- Granted, he himself is horribly ticklish, so it’s moreso an attempt to even out the playing field a little bit.

- He’ll sneak up on Tsukasa when their alone and give his armpits a scribble/randomly snatch up an ankle because he knows he can get away with it.

- He loves Tsukasa’s laugh. He’ll claim it his and his only.

- Of course he get’s wrecked almost immediately after.

- He’ll flirt the entire time with him just to get that soft blush reaction Tsukasa tries to hide.

- It only gets him more tickles.

- Worth it!

#spontaneous headcanon #tsukasa shishio #dr stone #dr stone stone wars #tickle #tickle headcanons #fluff #I've been rewatching dr stone #and by rewatching I mean watching clips of it on youtube #because I miss it #I might actually rewatch it from the beginning though #Get back into the ol' sengen brain #As if that ever left laerjaejkkajw #I've just been having a grand ol' time with the series #can't wait for season 3!#I need to read the manga #*prepares for pain*#EDIT: not me forgetting to put this under the cut I'm so sorry-

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fiftytwotwentytwo · 2 years

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11/22/63

Author: Stephen King

Time Travel / Historical Fiction

Page Count: 849

How did I come across this book?:

The year was 2012. I was on a mission to better myself by reading more books, yadda, yadda, yadda...

I've always wanted to read Stephen King.

I love the concept of Time Travel.

I went to Barnes & Noble specifically to seek out and purchase this book. It was an easy find as it was well displayed in the immediate entry of the store and...

- HOLY-HELP-ME-HANNAH-

The book is over 800 pages!

Ah well, I'm on a mission to read more books, aren't I? - I'll hunker down and read it...

10 YEARS LATER

Review:

I am going to keep this short - no need to wax poetic - especially after putting in work burning through a 800+ Paged Behemoth in 4 days.

I liked this a lot. Probably a Top Ten Read of the Year for sure.

Upon completion I felt I received more than I expected from this Time Travel novel. It was structured with subplots with well balanced elements of Horror, Thriller, Romance, Spy, and Historical aspects.

Seems very meticulous and researched which provided great realness to this fictional work.

I also think if this book's parts were chopped up into individual chunks - I would say you would have 3 solid Independent stories that would function as fully functional lone stories - I could just re-read those "individual segements" again, whenever I want when the certain mood strikes.

On the other end of the spectrum - in my opinion - this book did have an enormous valley (about 150-200 pages - roughly 20% of the book) in the middle to the second half of the book where the story felt stagnant and cumbersome to read... but... the pendulum did swing again and the story found new vigor and cruised.

I am happy with my purchase - I wish I read it sooner and I can't wait to read it again... and... I will most definitely seek out more Stephen King.

Personal Rating: 8/10

Yearly Book Total: 47

Total Page Count: 17,551 pages

#52 in 22 #book club #books #reading #page count #book review #novel #historical fiction #thriller #time travel #Stephen King #11/22/63 #JFK #jfk assassination #Fiction

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kindahoping4forever · 3 years

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Feedback // Ashton Irwin

I've been sitting on this fic for a minute so thank you to everyone who's patiently waited for me to post it (shoutout to Sly)! This story was really just me getting inspired and clowning after Ashton's "Down To Earth" IG stream back in April. As always, thanks to @cal-puddies for the invaluable guidance as I tried to pare my writing style down into a pwp format (try being the operative word, 3500 words is still the best we could do lmao).

Warnings: Distracted Boyfriend!Ash, oral sex on a male, moderately rough unprotected sex (on the red leather couch) including mild dirty talk, brief choking and a spank or two.

Word Count: 3535

Masterlist // Ko-Fi and New 2021 Taglist linked above

Let me know what you think!

"Baby! I didn't know you were home!"

You turn around to see Ashton in the doorway of the bedroom, voice as cheerful as the yellow beanie covering his head.

"Didn't hear you come in," he comments, walking over to you.

You slide your arms around your boyfriend’s neck with a sigh. "Rushed up here, phone was about two seconds from shutting off," you explain, greeting him with a tender kiss.

He watches as you kick off your shoes and yank your bra off under your shirt, tossing everything haphazardly in the direction of the closet before flinging yourself on the bed. "Tough day?"

You groan, dragging your hands over your face before extending your arms, encouraging him to join you. “Eh, not great and very long,” you report, giving a satisfied sigh when Ash climbs on the bed and immediately pulls you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You do the same and the both of you lay quietly in this prone embrace for several peaceful moments before you break the silence. “How about you, how was your day?”

You feel him shrug under your body. “Can’t complain,” is his simple reply.

“Make anything cool?” You prompt, knowing he’s being low-key because he thinks you need to chill out, not realizing nothing relaxes you more than listening to him talk about his passions.

“Hmm… anything cool...” Ash giggles, hugging you closer. “I dunno, got a good start goin’ on this one track that could be pretty cool, got a nice vibe.”

You raise your head up to look at him and scratch your fingers across his beard, you’re so glad he decided to let it grow again. “Yeah? Tell me more.”

He hums as you continue to rub his face. “Only been at it for a couple hours, ‘s just a track for now, we’ll see what I can do with it,” he breezes, moving your hand from his face to his mouth so he can kiss it.

“Well, whenever you feel like you need a fresh pair of ears, I’d love to hear it,” you enthuse, moving to lay at his side.

He turns to give you a bright grin. “Yeah? A little in-house focus group?” He teases, leaning in for a sweet kiss that starts to get needy the longer it goes on.

You pull off his hat, running your fingers through his long hair as he moves to kiss along your neck. “Don’t know if you know this but I’m a big fan of your work,” you tease back.

He kisses your lips again, biting a bit as he pulls away to quip, “We talking ‘bout my music or something else?”

You giggle, deciding that indulging this frisky mood is exactly how you would like to unwind tonight. You inch closer, pulling him back into a kiss and he responds eagerly, hand coming up to massage at the base of your neck like it always does. For the next few minutes, the only thoughts in your mind revolve around Ashton, how he feels, how he tastes and where you need his mouth or hands on you next.

When you let out a moan at the way his fingers are gripping your skin under your shirt and he doesn’t press himself against you in response, you can tell he’s gotten distracted. You laugh knowingly against his lips, “You’re back to thinking about that song now, aren’t you?”

He looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I was actually still workin’ and came up here just to grab a hoodie when I found you.”

You playfully push him off of you, shaking your head. “Dude, you should’ve told me! You know I’m not one to fuck with The Process,” you admonish, scrunching your nose up at the trail of kisses he pecks over your face as he sits up.

“Nah, my brain needed a break and my girl needed me, it worked out perfectly,” he insists, rubbing your arm affectionately before getting off the bed.

He quickly fishes his desired sweatshirt out of the closet and pulls it on over his t-shirt, mussing his hair even more than you already had. He walks back over, ready to kiss you goodbye when you sit up on your knees to stop him. “I was serious about giving it a listen if ya want,” you say, smoothing his hair down before resting your hands on top of his inside his hoodie pocket. “If you’re not ready that’s fine but just FYI I‘m interested.”

Ash grins at you, squeezing your hands before using them to pull you to your feet. “Aww, you know you’re my fave audience, baby,” he gushes, reaching to grab his hat off the bed. “Let’s go give it a spin.”

“Well. As much as you can ‘spin’ a computer file,” you mutter, trying to annoy him just because it’s fun.

As you head for the door, you hear him snort behind you a split second before he grabs you, sliding his beanie on your head far enough to cover your eyes; you burst into giggles as he playfully bumps into you, passing you in the hallway. “Smart ass,” he grumbles, voice still smiling.

Ash makes it down to the basement first and starts clicking on files and flicking switches, excited to play his work for you. You stop at the foot of the stairs and survey the room with wonder. Multiple guitars - electric, acoustic, bass, 12-string - are strewn across the room, cables run from his computer to the adjacent room where he houses his drums, food delivery containers line the coffee table; he’s clearly been down here since you left this morning.

While he sets up, you make yourself useful, setting the guitars back in their racks, stacking the food trash; when you’re done, you start to drag a chair over to the computer when you notice he’s staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“What are ya mad at me or somethin’?” He scoffs, patting his legs and looking at you expectantly.

You smirk and take a seat in his lap, watching closely as his long fingers fly over the keyboard, hand adeptly working the mouse, making a few final adjustments to the track. You hear a quiet “there we go” under his breath and then he’s settling in, pulling you back against him and rubbing over your thighs as you wait for the song to begin.

It’s a simple demo so far - layered background vocals, drum and bass, some synth, a little guitar line here and there - but he’s right, it’s definitely a vibe. You’re pleased that his reflection is visible in the computer screen, you love seeing him grooving behind you, pursing his lips and nodding his head along to the beat as you feel his fingers tapping along on your waist while he holds you close.

The track is short and before he can even ask your opinion, you tell him to play it again; his face lights up at your request and he proudly complies. When it finishes this time, you shift to look at him and smile. “That’s wild you did that all yourself and in such a short amount of time,” you marvel. “See, I was right, you did do something cool.”

Ashton laughs, kissing the side of your head as he leans forward to reach the keyboard. “You think so? Well, what’s really cool is this…” He starts clicking around again, isolating the different elements and revealing which sounds are electronic and which are live instruments, which section he thinks he’ll write lyrics over tomorrow, where he’s thinking of pasting in more guitar.

You respond when appropriate but mostly you just listen intently, watching fondly as he animatedly details his thought process; this is why you offered to come down here with him, this is the best part about being his “fave audience.” You love his music but more than that, you love how much he loves his music.

He stops mid-explanation of a section to tinker with it, clearly having a brainstorm right in front of you. You curl into his chest, observing quietly as he cycles through effects and begins stacking tracks. He chews his lip, deep in thought as he lets the song play again and you can't help but press a few kisses to his jaw.

Ash continues his work and you continue yours, moving from his jaw to his neck; your kisses eventually become more heated, with you adding tongue and even teeth to the equation. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, wiggling his earring with the tip of your tongue and finally he pulls away, chuckling, "Baby, come on."

You shrug, playing with his hair. "I just love watching you work."

He laughs, "Then goddamn, baby, let me work!" He growls as you nip at his throat and you smile to yourself because you can tell he's already rethinking his request.

"Seems like you shoulda thought about this before you invited a girl down to your basement to listen to some dreamy space pop alien makeout jam," you tease, relishing the feeling of his laughter vibrating his throat under your tongue.

"Can I get you to leave that review when this goes up on iTunes?" He cracks, finally turning his attention to you.

"I might be persuaded," you flirt, humming with victory as he pulls you into a hungry kiss.

Ashton wastes no time returning the affection you showed him, lips devouring yours, hands quickly making their way under your shirt to lazily massage your tits. You’re mid-moan, his fingers just about to make it inside your waistband when suddenly he’s pulling away.

It takes you a beat to realize what’s happened, your body confused by the sudden absence of his touch. You open your eyes to see him busy at the computer again and it’s so absurd to you, you have to laugh.

“Two minutes,” he says half-apologetically, half-distracted, squeezing your thigh but not taking his eyes off the screen.

You smirk to yourself, immediately aware of what your next move is. “Take as long as you need, baby. When genius strikes, you gotta go for it,” you state ominously, not that he notices. Nor does he notice you sliding yourself off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.

You run your hands up and down his thick thighs before letting your touch wander to the front of his jeans, palming over his crotch, happy to find that at least part of him was interested in your makeout session. You can’t decide if you’re more amused or annoyed by his focus but it’s not until your hand is on his cock, freeing him from his pants that he tears himself away from his project.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you with something?”

You lock eyes with him as you stick your tongue out and dramatically lick your hand, coating your palm with saliva before giving his cock a tight squeeze and beginning to stroke him steadily. “I also had a genius idea I was just following through on,” you shrug. “Might take a little longer than two minutes, though, I’m a bit out of practice… my boyfriend’s been pretty busy.”

Ash giggles wildly, both at your joke and your audacity. “You’re crazy, I’m literally about to be done with… fuck…” His retort is interrupted by you, eyes still trained on his, licking long stripes up the sides of his cock, sucking gently at the head before licking your way back down.

“Go ahead and finish your work, baby, I’ll just keep busy until you’re done,” you insist, mischief in your eyes as you look up one last time before taking him into your mouth.

You hear a sharp inhale, a softly chuckled “fuckin’ ridiculous” and then finally, mouse clicks as he attempts to get back to it. You do your best to distract him, bobbing up and down enthusiastically, sucking loudly, humming around him, making sure he knows how much you’re enjoying your task.

It only takes a minute or so for him to get sidetracked by your efforts. “This is a shitty home demo I’ve spent all of 90 minutes on, there’s no way it’s so good you just had to have my cock right here and now,” he insists, struggling to keep his voice steady, not wanting you to hear how affected he is.

You pop off, gingerly playing with his balls as you zing back, “I dunno babe, you guys had plenty of shitty songs on your first album and from what I’ve heard, you did more than alright in the pussy department.”

Ashton’s laughter quickly turns to a strained moan as you slide back down on him, letting him hit the back of your throat. “My bad, didn’t realize I’d shacked up with a groupie,” he jokes. You silently congratulate yourself as you notice him flexing his hand into a fist, knowing he’s trying to keep himself from pressing down on your head.

You pull off him again, making sure to let the spit cascade from your mouth as you smugly reply, “Like I said before: big fan.” Before he can even think about responding, your mouth is back on him.

You’re not surprised he attempts to resume working again; you’re both stubborn, it’s a wonder anything ever gets resolved in your relationship. You can tell he’s trying his best to stay on task but the whispered curses under his breath give him away. As a last resort, he turns the volume on his speaker up a few more notches, hoping the track will drown out the exaggerated choking sounds you’re intent on making.

A few moments later, he reaches down and yanks his beanie off your head. “Fuckin’ bright yellow bouncing over my crotch is hard to ignore,” he grumbles. “All I see is my hat, looks like I’m suckin’ my own dick for all I know.”

You can’t resist continuing to rib him. “How is that not your greatest fantasy? Your favorite person giving you your favorite pleasure?”

He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, did you want to blow me or roast me?”

You give him your brightest smile and reply, “Unlike you, I’m pretty good at multi-tasking.”

A brief cackle and a clipped “alright” are all you hear before you’re being hoisted up off the ground, thrown over Ash’s shoulder and carried over to the couch across the room. You squeal with surprise and delight as he unceremoniously dumps you on it, briskly strips you both of your clothes and promptly bends you over the red leather.

He nudges your knees further apart, pressing you against the back of the couch. “Of course you’re this fuckin’ wet already,” he teases, breath hot on your neck as he runs himself through your folds. “You think that’s from my cock down your throat or from you winding me up so much?”

Whatever clever comeback you’d thought up dies on the tip of your tongue because suddenly he’s sliding his cock inside you and now that’s all you can care about. You whine as he quickly establishes a vigorous pace, one hand bracing himself against the couch, the other reaching around you, down your torso to reach your clit. “How’s this for multi-tasking?”

A few breathless cries of his name are the best you can manage as he relentlessly plays with you, somehow in perfect rhythm with his rough thrusts, sending your whole body into sensory overload.

“Or how ‘bout this?” He growls, moving his hand from between your legs to your throat, fingers offering just the slightest amount of pressure, knowing it’ll drive you crazy wondering if and when he’ll add more. “Don’t got any more funny jokes for me, baby?”

You moan at his taunting, placing a hand on top of his on your neck, trying to get him to squeeze harder; he refuses and his denial makes you moan even louder. "Jesus, Ash," you pant, pushing back against him to egg him on. “Feels so fucking good.”

You're so caught up that you don't even notice his song is still playing over the speakers until a few moments later when Ashton suddenly pulls out of you, muttering to himself as he grabs the remote from the coffee table and shuts the music off.

Confused, you look back and see him amusedly shaking his head. "Yes, I was still producing that in my head, don’t start," he giggles.

You fall back on the couch, laughing in disbelief. “We’ve gotta get you some hobbies, buddy, that’s insane.”

He snickers, laying you on your back and settling on the couch behind you, pulling your leg over his hip. “I don’t think fucking you counts as a hobby,” he jokes, gripping his cock and slipping it back inside you.

“Not with that attitude,” you quip, a little more breathlessly than you meant to but with how slowly Ash is rocking into you, you can’t help it.

You tilt towards him, angling yourself to pull his mouth down to yours; you’re feeling overwhelmed and you need him close. His tongue traces over your lips, his kiss the familiar reassurance you need in this moment. “Ash…” You whimper quietly, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of his beard grazing your skin.

“I know, baby, me too,” he soothes, cradling you tighter against him. His hips begin to pick up speed and his hand moves to knead your breasts and tug at your nipples before travelling further down.

Ashton rubs slow, tight circles on your clit, stopping to give your thigh a light smack when you start raising your hips a little too eagerly, bucking up in an attempt to get him to move at a speed more to your liking. You moan first at the realization that he’s going to keep teasing you like this and then again, louder, at the sharp slap of his palm that once again comes down on your skin.

“You’ve got a nice tone tonight, baby, I should get you to lay down some vocals for this track,” he jokes, choking back a moan of his own when your surprised laughter causes you to clench around his length.

You chuckle smugly at him, “Not so funny all of a sudden, huh?”

You feel yourself getting closer so you start rolling your hips along with his, murmuring at the feeling of him deep inside you; you grind against his hand playing between your legs and as he finally amps up the pace, your release becomes closer and closer to reality. Your breathing syncs with his in a needy, staccato rhythm that wouldn’t have sounded out of place in his song.

“Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. Typically when he asks you that while he’s buried in you, there’s a tone of arrogance or punishment behind it but right now as he holds you, your sounds continuing to meld together, it couldn’t feel farther from that.

“Yes, Ash, god yes…” you breathe, reaching to hold onto him as your orgasm overtakes you.

Ashton keeps driving his cock inside you, whining slightly at the feeling of you pulsing around him. You cry out, not realizing how loud or long your moans are until you hear his voice in your ear, gently lulling you back down.

He’s still moving inside you, hips beginning to stutter and when you hear his breath catch, you know he’s there. You tuck yourself into him, cooing, “Come on, Ash... fill me up, babe.” Three strokes later and he’s pumping his cum inside you, gasping your name. He slows his movements, heavy breath underscored by a contented hum as you caress his bearded cheek.

He leans in and kisses you passionately, completely enveloping you, possibly your favorite feeling in the world. He exhales loudly and keeps holding you, kissing over your face tenderly.

You giggle as he indulges for a moment before reluctantly pulling away, reaching for the takeout napkins on the coffee table; he attentively cleans you up and quickly settles back onto the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You lay together, blissed out, while you play with the necklace hanging down on his chest and he strokes over your hair.

“Hey, sorry I gave you such a hard time,” you smile. “Didn’t realize how much I wanted your attention until I didn’t have it anymore.”

He looks at you, amused. “Honestly didn’t notice you acting any differently.”

You jab his side. “Also sorry I talked shit about your first album, I do actually like it quite a bit.”

Ash cackles, tracing designs on your back. “Oh good, I was worried that was going to be what finally drives us apart,” he cracks.

You snicker, nuzzling your head into his chest. You enjoy a few quiet moments together before he begins softly humming an unfamiliar melody and you smile, knowing his creative wheels are turning again.

You lift your head up again to offer one last apology. “I’m sorry I once again disrupted The Process.”

Ashton laughs mischievously, running his hands down your body. “I mean… overall I’d say this was some pretty valuable feedback.”

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 3 years

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Hihihi this is may be a weird question but is your opinion on the main hypmic cast?

In brief:

(Spoiler alert: It was not brief. Stuck under a cut for length)

Ichirou: He's a good kid. I wasn’t super into him at first, as main protagonists very rarely hold my interest, but I appreciate him now for the struggles he goes through and the growth he’s experienced across the series.

Jirou: Jirou is also a good kid in his own way. I didn’t know what to do with him for a while, but now I feel like I understand him too. I don’t think he quite gets what makes Ichirou be as loved as he is, nor does he really understand what makes people love him for who he is. But that’s okay. He’ll get it someday.

Saburou: If you had tasked me as a fourteen year old to create an idealized anime boy sona, I would have come up with someone shockingly similar to Saburou. I’m fond of him. He can be a bit mean at times in a very fourteen way, but deep down, he’s a good kid too. All the BBs are good kids.

Samatoki: I just can’t not make fun of him. His posturing is so ridiculous to me that I am constantly filled with the urge to clown on him. Oh, you think you’re so tough? You think you’re a big tough guy? Well, I’m just a little bastard; what are you going to do about it? But underneath the posturing, I do feel sorry for him and admire his strengths a lot. He’s a good kid too under a very funny exterior.

Juuto: I’m enjoying learning more about him from the BB/MTC+ manga, but I’m a bit surprised at how much of a dick he is even deep down. Still, he has plenty of good qualities too, and I like him in a vague sort of way. I’d throw fruit at him over a fence but wouldn’t put any malice in it.

Riou: What a delightful individual he is. The BB/MTC chapter about him really resonated with me. For a character so outwardly obsessed with the military, Riou has an incredible understanding of the weight of his actions and such a deep appreciation for every living thing. There’s a lot of his depth to his simplicity, and the level of care he exhibits towards everyone is delightful to witness. An absolute favorite among the cast.

Ramuda: Self-recognition through the other (derogatory). In all seriousness, Ramuda’s story arc and actions are great narrative tools for me to examine some things about myself and grow to try to be a better, more considerate person towards myself and others. I want to see him achieve freedom and happiness.

Gentarou: I enjoy Gentarou quite a bit, although I think he gets overshadowed by the other members of Fling Posse at times due to my sheer passion for Dice and Ramuda. He’s my favorite character to translate at the moment, which is apparently heresy among Hypmic translators. More than the sheer fun of writing his witty banter, I find him to be a very intriguing individual, and I’m excited to learn more about him. I want his happiness too.

Dice: Oh, Dice... He’s a really good kid in a way that the BBs could never be. He’s deceptively good, and he does choose to hurt other people and himself in ways that characters like Ichirou don’t. But he also finds the goodness in the oddest places, like a person finding a coin in a cracked sidewalk, and that’s delightful. His narrative is one of the most compelling for me. What a champion of a character.

Jakurai: Wow, what a good foil for Ramuda. Let me bounce narratives off of you like a mirror. I’m slowly learning to find him compelling in his own right, however. This is also a self-recognition through the other (derogatory) scenario, but there’s more of an emphasis on the derogatory part.

Hifumi: A funny little individual bearing a lot of sadness and a whole lot more courage. Like most of Matenrou, I admire him a lot, but I think that Matenrou resonates much more strongly with other people than they do for me, so I prefer to sit back and let other people appreciate them. I think he’s very brave and very fun to read/write.

Doppo: The biggest fucking mood in existence. When you move past the stereotypical aspects, you end up with another character who has a lot of deep flaws but also an incredible amount of courage. I’m excited to see where they go with him, but again, I’ll sit back and let others take the first row here.

Kuukou: Having already drafted Saburou, if you came back to me at age eighteen and asked me to make an idealized anime boy sona, you would probably have ended up with a character astonishingly like Kuukou. He brings me sheer joy. Astonishingly, I feel like Kuukou has exhibited the least growth out of any of the cast, and yet I do not mind a bit. He is the closest to the perfect man I have ever met. I would drop everything to be this dude’s homie if he existed in real life. Just a champion individual.

Juushi: Juushi’s a good kid. I’m very fond of him and like writing him, but much like Matenrou, I feel like he does a lot more for other people than he does for me. Therefore, much of how I work with him is less, “How do I enjoy this character as a reader?” and more “How do I nurture the traits about him that other people love?”

Hitoya: Hitoya strikes me as a damn good person with a lot of heart who sometimes lets his anger drive him a bit too much. He’s also utterly ridiculous, of course, but I try to write him with as much strength as possible to be present behind his words. He honestly seems like a great person to know in real life, not simply as a fictional character, as well.

Sasara: I have to clown on him to assert dominance. Joking aside, I admire the depths of his character and the growth he’s shown over the series. He can be pretty callous at times and goes to odd lengths to get what he wants, but I think he’s now starting to realize how much his actions affect other people. For a while I was really in his camp as a hardcore Sasara lover (back before he was a main cast member - I love writing quirky minor characters), but now I approach him with the idea mentioned above, ie how I can present him for other people.

Roshou: Whenever he’s around the rest of Dotsu Hon, I think he’s kind of an idiot. I mean that in the best way possible. It’s very endearing. Yet moments when he’s on his own are where I think he best shines, and I would love to see more solo material for him. He’s an incredibly good support character, and I admire his passion for his students.

Rei: I really enjoy asshole antagonists, which is why I liked Ramuda for a while before the clone story came up behind me and struck me into the ground with its mighty fists. Now Rei fills this role. I would love to learn more about him and team up with the Buster Bros to pelt him with rotten eggs in a fun bonding activity. I’m sure there is some strong backstory that will absolve him of at least some of his shittiness, but until now, I’m still not excusing his whole abandoning his children thing, not to mention the human trafficking thing he pulled with Ramuda.

Otome: I hate translating her, if only because she and Rei frequently talk about things in extremely vague terms that I have no context for. It’s hard to make her sound idiomatic in English while also not shooting myself in the foot by accidentally filling in the wrong information. But with that aside, she’s okay. I like her, I guess. Her motivations are pretty interesting.

Ichijiku: Ichijiku was written for people who are sexually attracted to women, and I’m not at all, so I 100% approach her in terms of her pull on other people. She’s fun on her own, though, and I’m impressed at her ability to walk in high heels. Her complete disrespect for everyone but Otome brings me no end of entertainment in reading and writing.

Nemu: YOU. Maybe this is some stupid toxic masculinity thing, but I always feel embarrassed speaking affectionately about male characters but not at all about female characters. Therefore Nemu gets all of my loveposting. She’s a wonderful girl! She has such a strong spirit, and I’m completely overjoyed that she’s making her own decisions and becoming her own character defined on her own terms. I want to watch her grow up big and strong. Fuck yes, baby girl! Fuck it up! I’m very proud of her.

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

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merakiui · 3 years

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i loved the depressed s/o hcs with childe and scaramouche! it made me feel better

would u mind doing it for diluc and zhongli as well? they are my comfort genshin characters T-T

Diluc and Zhongli with a Depressed S/O

cw: mentions of depression and self-harm

🔥 Diluc 🔥

He’s always there for you. Diluc lets you know that he’s accessible, so whenever you need him feel free to drop by the winery or the tavern. He’ll stop whatever he’s doing to help you.

Diluc doesn’t want you to push yourself. There will be days when your depression gets the best of you, which often leads to instances where you can’t find the will to live or the motivation to go about your daily life.

When that happens, he stays by your side, assuring you that these feelings are only temporary. While they may be bound to come again, it’s nothing you can’t overcome.

He’ll help you with things you don’t feel like doing. If you’re too mentally exhausted to run your errands, he’ll make the stops for you. Diluc claims it’s just a coincidence that he happens to be in the area, but you know that he wants to get it done so you won’t fret over it.

He may be busy with the winery and the tavern, but that doesn’t mean those are his top priorities. You’re his number one and he’s going to treat you wonderfully, even more so when you’re struggling with your depression.

Diluc is surprisingly good at comforting you. He doesn’t treat you any different when you’re in a depressive slump and that makes you feel ten times better.

He’ll let you laze around the winery if it’ll help improve your mood and you can even be the one to kick Venti out of his tavern if you’re looking for a laugh.

If your depression leads into self-harm, he’ll drop everything he’s doing to make sure you’re safe and properly healed. He doesn’t like it when you resort to self-harm, as he’s terribly frightened of losing you, so he’ll do whatever he can to prevent it from turning into an unhealthy habit.

Diluc does his best to ensure you live a happy and comfortable life with him, and whenever you need a shoulder to cry on he’ll be there to reassure you and listen.

No matter what, he wants you to remember that he’ll always love you and that he’ll always be there to help you overcome any issues that come your way.

🔶 Zhongli 🔶

He’s very open-minded when it comes to you and your personality, which is why he takes the time to educate himself on depression and its effects on the human mind.

He’s aware that everyone can get upset over certain things, as it’s a natural response to unsavory events. But your depression is different from those who grow sad over small inconveniences. It can become quite the roadblock in your daily life, preventing you from having the drive to finish chores or run errands.

Zhongli is the type of person to listen and retain information before he divulges his opinion on the matter. And while he may be skilled in the historic profits of Liyue, he’s learned a thing or two from you. When your depression gets the best of you, Zhongli will do whatever it is you wish.

Should you want to be alone for a few hours or stay with him and listen to his soothing voice, he’ll take all of your desires into consideration. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you or put you under a lot of stress.

He’ll encourage you to do things that motivate you to help you get out of your depressive state. He’s more than willing to help you in these pursuits, and he’ll gladly use his nonexistent Mora to fund your hobbies.

Zhongli will be very concerned if your depression causes you to develop unhealthy coping habits, and he’ll do all that he can to prevent these from spiraling out of control. He advises you to do your best when it comes to productivity, even if it’s troublesome for your mental state.

He’s very proud of you when you manage to motivate yourself to complete simple tasks, such as getting out of bed or washing up for the day. It takes a lot of willpower to actually want to do those things, so he won’t hesitate to tell you that you’re doing a great job.

Zhongli is always helping you with your troubles, so you want to show him that his efforts aren’t going to waste. You’ll do what you can when an ounce of motivation strikes, but Zhongli tells you that you shouldn’t push yourself for the sake of pleasing him.

But he does get very happy when he sees you doing things that make you feel better, and it’s a healthy alternative to self-harm. He looks upset whenever he discovers new self-inflicted wounds, and he doesn’t want to lose you to suicide. That’s something he’s painfully adamant about.

Depression will give you dark days that may stretch into weeks, but Zhongli remains patient with you. He won’t rush anything, as he wants you to overcome your depressive mood at a pace you’re most comfortable with. And he’s very proud of you when you resort to self-care rather than self-harm.

#tw: depression #tw: self-harm #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact hcs #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact diluc x reader #diluc x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc hcs #diluc #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli headcanons #zhongli hcs #zhongli

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latenightdecaf · 3 years

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Entry 7 - Summer of Vulnerability

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

previous entry here

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts (glimpse of ex-boyfriend!namjoon)

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life

series of drabbles/one shots

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: okay so here goes y/n remembering his ex!joon also will never get over of in the soop yoongi! can’t wait for the new season. Thank you guys for reading! 🙈

word count: 2,546

Went home from the grocery and some of their wines are on sale so you got carried away and bought 8 bottles and to your surprise, Yoongi’s cooking steak. “oh my God!” You exclaimed as soon as you saw him cooking in the kitchen with paperbag of wines in your arms. Yoongi looked at you with a confused face.

“Did you just read my mind or what??! There’s a sale on the corner deli and…” raising both of your hands as if surrendering, “okay don’t judge me yet but i got a little carried away.”

“A little carried away? You looked like the world’s going to run out of wine tomorrow.”

He smiled on your disclaimer and shaking his head as he paid his attention back to his steak.

“No.” You sighed. “Nothing went my way today, not at all—but i dont want to think about it. I’m psyching myself out of it you see, or better yet i’m drowning myself on these babies.” As you drank your first glass empty. “My eternal companion, the love of my life…”

He turned to your direction, only to see you hugging the bottles of wine that you bought.

“Come on clear the tables, your babies are not going anywhere.” He declared as he puts down 3 steaks and some aglio olio with honestly way too much garlic because it’s Yoongi.

“I didn’t saw you made pasta also. I am so happy now.” You happily exclaimed as you took a bite of your new favorite steak. “But why the 3 steaks? You hungry?”

He sat in front of you, filling your glass with wine and his too.

“You need food before you chug them all up. I’m not gonna clean up your mess. So you better get it together today. I tell you.” He scolded you.

“Sure sure.” As you immediately devour the pasta he made.

One bottle of wine down. He let you listened to a ‘sketch’ he’s been working on lately. Carefully studying your already flushed face for any reaction. He does this sometimes, ask for your opinion even though you have zero idea about music and producing or anything related to that for that matter.

All he considers is whether you winced at the melody of it, or you nod and eventually smile as it goes. But this time you’re just staring blankly in your wine glass, circling it repeatedly as the sketch ended at exactly 2 mins and 19 secs. And when it ended you looked straight at him.

“This looks like it’s almost done right?” You commented. “Yeah.” As he gulps on his wine, emptying another glass.

“And you wrote the lyrics also?” He nodded.

You looked away and sighed. “It’s too beautiful—Sad and in pain, feels tormented also but beautiful.”

He blinked several times at your words. You’ve heard several of his sketches before and you’d just always say, ‘it sounds good, but Yoongi—i have no idea about music. Zero.’ But he’d let you hear it anyway for couple more times and he’d smile at your ignorant reactions.

This time however, doesn’t seem like a laughing matter. Something about your words got his heart beating faster and he has no idea if its just the amount of alcohol he has consumed by now or just you.

You clinked on his empty glass. And asked, “You want more?” He nodded. And you poured him another. “Remember the girl, I introduced to you before?” You stopped and think for a second and it dawned to you. “Hell yeah, I remember.”

“She’s actually my ex-girlfriend.” He declared.

“Well that I did not expected. The ex part. I can tell though she looks really special.”

“Well, we’re together for a while. But now we’re just co-workers for this debut song of a girl I told you about before. That’s why she was here also the last time, we were looking through old sketches that I have after the meeting. We actually finished that quite early. ”

He never really talked that much about himself. He’s good at talking about work, which for you is already more than enough. You know that despite your living situation, he’s not really obligated to get personal if he doesnt want to. And besides, you also don’t want to. Your end of the rope for sure is scared of any form of vulnerability anyway—so you’re not expecting or demanding that from anybody else.

“So you’re just co-workers now?”

“Yeah, I think so. I really don’t know what I feel.”

“Well, relationships are messy my friend.” Raising your glass of wine as if to cheers and chugging it in one go.

Not sure of what to say next but he looks like he’s in mood to talk but the topic looks too sensitive to even crack a joke so you continued drinking despite the eerie atmosphere.

“If you dont mind me asking, what happened?” Yes, despite your immense effort to hold yourself back. Like any other novel you read, you have this eager feeling to know how it ends. Your mind is literally shouting, ‘But I gots to know!!’

And so you asked. Half fearing for your life for being too nosy and half expecting that you might be up for a good story. Elbows resting on the table, with your chin at the palm of your hand looking eager to hear the story.

“We’ve been together for a while”

“Yeah, you said that already.. and that she’s a song writer. I figured.” Unconsciously saying your thoughts out loud.

“You wanna tell the story instead?” He teasingly reacted in a straight face.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud… I literally said that in my mind and my mouth just burst it open. They both can’t coordinate that well. I’m sorry. You may continue…sir. Please don’t cut my head off.” You love teasing him.

“You’re drunk.” He was pointing out the obvious by that time, after two bottles of wine.

“Yes she’s a songwriter. They said before thay she’s the words to my melody. Well… before.”

Something about those words just made your heart ache. Frowning in his words you continue to listen.

“We’re together for about 2 years? And then on and off after…. She cheated on me, slept with another producer from another company. I really thought that was the end but after that i still accepted her. I don’t know why.”

“Aigoo you dumbass solider of love. And then??” Continuously frowning in frustration led you to keep on drinking.

He has no plans of actually telling this story tonight, it just poured out. You’re just one of those people that actually listens. He has seen you before, how intensely you focus on a movie or in a book that it bothers you for day. You love hearing stories and your willingness felt like a safe space for his unspoken scars.

“She keeps coming back to me and I keep accepting her. That’s it.”

With a confused look on your face, “I don’t get it.”

“Like you said, relationships are messy.” He’s obviously trying to close the topic already but that’s not going to stop you—you never stop midway of the story. This is not how it ends.

“Messy is one thing, toxic is another. And since when are you a coward? You don’t strike me as one. Really.” ‘Yeah i was.’ Yoongi thought in his head. Words are just literally pouring out of your mouth by now, drowning yet another glass. Yoongi opening your forth bottle.

“Boy, I bought the wrong alcohol tonight, tequila would’ve been perfect.” You declared as he pours you a refill. He laughed at this comment, he kept wondering sometimes how easy it is for you to make him laugh.

“No but all kidding aside… Hard question coming in, Min Yoongi. Do you still love her?” Looking right at his eyes and him staring back at you as he answered. “No, we broke up a month before I moved in here.”

‘That’s quite a while, at least 9 or 10 months now…’ you thought to yourself

“Yeah but having been broken up doesn’t mean that love is gone. It’s not a switch you know.”

“I know. And I wish it was, she’s was a big part of my life I’m not denying that and maybe she always will be. But I’ve changed, she has changed—we’re no longer the same people that we were in the same relationship where I keep questioning my self worth. That’s done now, over. Love took a turn, and it doesn’t look the same anymore. We’re just co-workers now that’s all.”

You like the way he said it. Being no longer the same people that they were. You nodded in his statement not sure what to say next and also feeling a little dizzy.

“I gotta pee.” You suddenly declared and stood up, ran in small steps to the bathroom with Yoongi smiling at you and shaking his head.

And when you got back, he got you a warm water on your favorite mug.

Your thoughts are all over the place when you’re drunk, like you said—your mouth just spills it all out.

“You know what, this is all very brave of you. Being friends with your ex, I can’t imagine.”

“Why? Can’t you?” Staring blankly and holding onto your mug, eyes blinking fast in this question.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never really done it before, I’ll let you know if I can.”

You’ve been staring hard on your mug contemplating on his question. He gently touched your hand that’s been holding your mug and said, “Just drink your water.” And pulled it away as soon as you looked like your soul has comeback to earth.

“Can’t I…?” You repeated the question again, and this time out loud.

Hands underneath your chin and resting your elbows on the table. Yoongi is just staring at you, hands in his cheeks—thumb underneath his chin, not even sure if you can even see him. “I hate your question.” You looked at his eyes this time and said that and he just smiled and when he did, you narrowed your eyes. “I hate your smile too.” And this time, he gave you an even bigger one, those gummy smile. And whenever he smiles at you like that you just can’t help but grin in return.

You chugged the water and showed him your empty mug.

He got up and put the rest of the unopened bottle of wine back to the fridge just to prevent you from opening yet another. With his back facing you, arranging the couple of bottles left unto your fridge.

“Yoongi-ah, I know and I love how we respect each other’s privacy and all but just in case things get too heavy. I’m always here, you know. I mean, I’m really glad about today.”

He looked back at you, hands underneath your chin again and eyelids looking all heavy.

“Same goes for you, I’m always here…” And he turned his back again, “fixing you some food and light bulbs.”

And that statement made you smile. “Indeed, my friend. Indeed.”

He went back to the table and grabbed your wine glass and emptying it for you.

“So you wanna talk about how nothing went right today?” You sighed with your eyes closed.

“Maybe next time, my friend.” You stood up from the dinning table, offered to clean the rest of the dishes but Yoongi insisted that he’d do it instead. So you just nodded and slowly creep back into your room.

“Thanks for today, Yoongi.” You thanked him before you go, peeking behind the wall near the counter and he just smiled at you, cleaning gloves on and started washing the dishes.

Minutes later, you shouted from inside of your room.

“Hey i’ll be in the bathroom for a while. Hope you’re already done using it.”

Yoongi didnt answer. He’s already in his room.

You sat in the tub filled with water that is too hot for anyone else but not for you. Head all dizzy and pounding. It’s 2 am and nothing is more comforting than the silence of it all. Alcohol keeps you awake, more than coffee ever does. The dizziness, the feeling that is drilling in your head, makes it hard for you to sleep. Despite the fact that you always drink. You always drink on an empty stomach though, just so you’re sure you would pass out and not have a hard time sleeping.

But tonight you can’t say no—Yoongi made dinner and as much as you hate how you’re having a hard time now you don’t regret it. The question he said, still lingers. And you know your answer to this, you can’t.

Along with the headache, comes the memories you rarely remember—there are just some special days where somehow the guilt and regret still comes to you in waves, together with conversations you long to let go.

“You can’t be serious?” Joon said, voice cracking with hand on his hair in frustration. “But I am.” With a straight face you answered, “I can’t marry you, Joon. I don’t want to have kids and I know how much you want to have children.” Feeling the desperation in his face and actions, he held your hands close and hugged you. “I love you, I want to marry you. We don’t need to have kids immediately, that’s years away. We don’t have to even worry about that now.” It hurts you to seem him this way, yes both of you may be young—maybe you will change your mind but there’s no guarantee to it. You held onto his shoulder to see his face, tears kept rolling down his face and you keep wiping it off one by one. You’ve thought about this even just a year into the relationship, with all the dad jokes and tiny little shoes he kept in his room. He’s going to be a wonderful dad you thought—maybe not just to your kids because you don’t want one.

The most wonderful man in the world just asked you to marry him a few minutes ago, and now he’s crying on your shoulder in defeat. While you can’t even bring yourself to cry, everything about this just made you numb. You just know you’re doing the right thing. Keeping him by your side with a promise of a future you can’t guarantee is not what love is. You loved him—even much so that you could ever admit.

With the knock on the door, you went back to reality.

“Hey you in there?” His voice echoing at 2 in the morning.

“Yeah, I’ll be here still for a while. You need it?”

“No, it’s okay.” He quietly said, as you heard his footsteps getting farther away.

moodboard sr: x

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mochi-marie · 3 years

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Hello, How are you? Hope your doing well!

If it isn't too much, Can I request headcanons of how Oikawa, Osamu, Suna, and Tsukishima will react when someone hits on them when their s/o isn't around?

Thank you, Have a great day and Take care!! 💗

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

author’s note :: this was such a good idea, tysm for the request! 🤩💛 this was kinda fun to write ngl! didn’t have much to say for suna and tsukishima, so their’s are a teensy bit shorter.. !

perspective :: here

characters :: oikawa toru, miya osamu, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei

⊰ 𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 ⊱

♡ … because of oikawa's many fangirls, it isn't a strange occurence for the pretty captain to be hit on or complimented throughout his week.

♡ … honestly, it has happened in front of you before, where a fan would shyly walk over and gently shove a card or some sort of gift to you both before running off. sometimes they will just straight up walk over and start complimenting him as well.

♡ … when you're not around though, i feel like he may chuckle nervously and scratch the nape of his neck in the effortlessly charming way that he does.

♡ … "that's very sweet of you! but, i'm in a relationship!" is what he'll say in that sweet voice of his. his fans would either respect it or interrogate him.

♡ … but it doesn't matter -- in fact, it gives him a chance to talk about his lovely s/o more!

♡ … the more they question him, the more they see the adoration grow in his eyes the more he talks in depth about you and your relationship together -- hell, he'll even start to brag a bit!

♡ … when he find you again? oh ho, you best believe that a cheeky smirk will replace the soft smile that greets all of his fans. all you really need to see at this point is his hands clasped behind his back, foot swinging with the smug look on his face.

♡ … "(name)!~" he sighs in a sing-song voice. "guess what happened today?" with a playful grin tugging on his lips, he runs a hand through his utterly soft hair before continuing : "your super-talented, handsome boyfriend got hit on!"

♡ … "but don't worry," he says, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you to his chest loosely, looking down to you through his fluffy hair that flopped into his view.

♡ … "I'd never leave my (name), never in a million years!"

⊰ 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 ⊱

♡ … osamu, while cool and collected on the outside, gets a bit shy and bashful when confronted with someone so forward like that, glancing away awkwardly.

♡ … i feel like he's just so used to atsumu getting all of that kind of attention, that he dosen't consider the fact that hey, other people might find him utterly attractive as well!

♡ … so, getting a rather bold compliment in passing, he might go silent with an awkward blush rising, ears burning a pink color.

♡ … "uh, uhm, e-erm, yeah-" will kind of just stumble around until he finds the correct words to respond -- but by then the mysterious flirt has already walked on.

♡ … i feel like he just wouldn't say anything about it unless it came up in conversation? something about osamu just strikes me as the type of person to not mention a whole lot of things that happens with him unless someone asks about his day, or if he knows its something that needs to be discussed.

♡ … so knowing osamu, atsumu would probably find out one way or another, and then mention it.

♡ … "you got hit on?" "w-well i, ya see, er-"

♡ … osamu may not show it, but he gets a little nervous at the questioning look on your face after atsumu's mouth just had to blurt out the little tid-bit of information.

♡ … honestly, it's adorable to watch his ears grow more red with every passing second as he tries to explain what happened, though an involuntary smile grows on his face as he watches an identical one grow on yours.

♡ … now, whenever you compliment him, you just say "are my compliments better than their's?" teasingly, and his ears burn but a grin washes over his face as he presses a kiss to your forehead -- "always."

⊰ 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ⊱

♡ … would not expect it, and probably wouldn't care all too much. he seems very analytical, chill, and laid-back, so it wouldn't surprise me if he kind of just.. shrugged it off?

♡ … nods to the person respectively before wandering off to continue whatever it was he was doing before they had interrupted his train of thought.

♡ … you would probably never knew it happened until weeks later, when suna was having a conversation with someone -- perhaps atsumu ( he seems to be a bit of a chatter-box when it comes to gossip ).

♡ … at the confusion on your face, he'll probably just shrug before looking back down to his phone; "yeah, some person just kinda said some things to me i suppose,"

♡ … he looks back up to you from the corner of his eyes, shrugging again, "honestly? i wasn't really paying attention."

♡ … suna doesn't see it as a big deal, especially since he truly didn't care what they had to say about him, or what they thought. the only opinion that matters to him is his own, and yours.

⊰ 𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 𝗞𝗘𝗜 ⊱

♡ … if someone were to ever casually hit on him when you were not around, i also believe that he wouldn't really care all too much on what they had to say.

♡ … i mean, he'll be polite about it -- nodding his head with the thank you, maybe if he's caught in a good mood he'll give a small little half-forced smile that will either be painfully obvious or be so obvious that they believe it's a genuine smile -- but it doesn't matter all too much to him.

♡ … if you ask about his day, that will be in his little run down of things that had happened to him, otherwise, you could go weeks or months without ever hearing about this.

♡ … he probably wouldn't tell anyone else, so the only people that could possibly know would only be you or yamaguchi, unless others were around to witness it.

♡ … it may give him a little confidence boost, but other than that, he'd rather be showered in your praise rather than some flirt's off-hand compliment based on his appearance or assumptions about his personality.

♡ … if you were to get jealous, he would just sigh and after enough time or talk about it, he'll pat your head and place a small kiss to your hair, rolling his eyes with a simple; "meant nothing, doesn't matter now," or something along those lines as a little reassurance.

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matryosika · 3 years

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shoot me, chapter II

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II

word count for this chapter — 5.5 k

warnings — softdom!changbin, kind of bratty reader, mild exhibition (something happens at a dressing room but it's not too much), dry humping - lap riding?, oral (m), praise kink, use of petnames, slight edging, masturbation and cum eating

note — i wrote this today because maybe this week i'll be busy with college and i was feeling a bit inspired. i'm so happy with the messages i recieved and, if you like my work, i highly encourage you to send an ask or a message! thank you so much for reading me and i hope you enjoy this chapter. it's a litte bit more smut and angsty tension than actual plot, but i was feeling this today. also, i didn't plan on having a taglist but i guess i'll do! if you are interested in me adding you, please let me know! <3

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the awkward small meeting soon became lunch. arthur convinced you and changbin to join them at a very nice restaurant that was located a few blocks away from the company and, although you refused for the sake of comfort, your father didn't accepted a "no" for an answer.

"he is like a step-son to me" arthur said, looking at changbin as if he had some sort of admiration towards him. "i've seen him become the man he is now and i'm sure no one can run the company like him"

both haeun and jang-yeop seemed flattered, but changbin didn't even smile at the compliment arthur just said. by the lack of response, his mother rushed to say something in order to move on to other topic. it was pretty obvious that changbin was acting kind of rude towards everyone today, but you guessed he was just feeling uncomfortable because of what happened yesterday.

"so, y/n" haeun interrupted "your father had planned a dinner for you yesterday but it seemed like he had to canceled it because you had plans… how was your first day back in korea?"

"oh" you muttered, trying to chew the food that was still in your mouth so you could answer her question "it was… definetly something"

as soon as you answered her question, changbin gave you a side look from his place at the dinner table. "i went out with an old friend from middle school to itaewon"

"itaewon.." jang-yeop added "there are some dangerous places there, y/n. you should be more careful going out at night, korea might be a safe place but you can find anything out there".

"yeah i-" and for a moment, a perversed idea striked your head "i actually had a very unpleaseant situation yesterday at the bar i attended to"

immediatly after you finished your sentence, changbin glanced right at you.

"what happened?" jang-yeop questioned filled with concern.

"there were some awfully rude people there" you replied, limitating the answer. you wanted changbin to have an uncomfortable time there just because he crushed your pride the night before "i'll just leave it at that"

"changbin" her mother intervened "weren't you at itaewon yesterday too?"

the poor man almost choked on his food, coughing softly to avoid attracting any attention or being too loud "i was"

this was the first time you heard his voice that day and you would be absolutely lying if you said it didn't make you feel something. the memories of him praising you last night while he was eating you out just flooded your mind, making you stare directly at him for a really long time.

he was looking at you too, but his gaze transmitted something completely different than lust or desire. he was angry, maybe at himself or at you for teasing him in front of his parents, but he looked scared too, uncomfortable.

"see, this is exactly why i planned that dinner yesterday" arthur stated "i wanted to introduce changbin to y/n so he could guard her during her stay in korea. you know jang-yeop, how men are behaving nowadays…"

"tell me about it, arthur" the old man replied.

"i trust changbin as if he is my own blood" your father continued "if i asked him to take care of my youngest daughter y/n, i'm sure he would"

"maybe he can give her a tour around the principal streets of seoul" his mother suggested with the biggest smile.

"i'd love to" you were quick to say, earning a death-stare from the man in question. "i wanted to go to this mall i saw on my way from the airport but hyejin was in a rush and we couldn't stop by"

with a satisfied look, jang-yeop laid his body down on the chair he was sitting and sighed. "well, changbin, seems like you have plans for today"

"i'm not a taxi-driver" he spitted, earning a despicable look from both of his parents.

"no, changbin" arthur was rushed to intervene "i would really appreciate if you took care of her whenever she goes out alone. you know how men are, just think of her as a younger sister"

for a moment you felt the need to throw up at his fake words, but you were enjoying the scene.

a younger sister, that's funny.

"where's that store again?" changbin asked annoyed.

this can go really good or really bad for you, changbin. it's up to you.

"so you are not going to even apologize?" you asked in the middle of the uncomfortable silence that was now filling changbin's sports car.

"for what, giving you the best orgasm of your life?" he mumbled with a cold tone in his voice. you could see he wasn't really in the mood for talking, but you at least expected an apology for humiliating you yesterday.

"funny how you thought of me as a gold digger when my father is practically your boss and you do exactly as he says" you chuckled.

now let's clarify something. you never really felt proud of being arthur's daughter because he wasn't even a father to you. yes, you shared his blood and last name but at the end of the day that didn't meant anything for you. nevertheless, changbin didn't knew this so you could play that "ceo's bratty daughter" card everytime you wanted, even if that obligated you to actually act like you and arthur held a loving fraternal relationship.

"if i knew you were his daughter, none of that would've happened" he replied without parting his eyes from the street, again, with the coldest voice you had ever hear in your life.

"what part, the humiliation or the orgasm?"

he gave you a threatening look and proceeded to keep is eyes on the road. you were quite unsure how to lead this situation since everything happened really fast: your arrival to korea, your first encounter with ryujin after a long time, the itaewon night and the bar incident... changbin was still a mere stranger but you had quite a feeling that this wasn't going to be the first time you spended time with him since your father made it clear: changbin was like family to him.

shit, i am his real family and never even bothered to reach out for me when i was in japan. he probably only did it this time because of ara.

"is this is?" changbin asked as he parked.

"yeah" you replied, looking at the tall building that was in front of you.

"i'll wait for you here, don't delay, i don't have your time" he snarled without removing his seatbealt.

"you are not coming?"

you had one idea in mind to fuck up his head even more, but it was only going to work if changbin accompanied you to the store.

"and what exactly am i going to do there? rate the stupid clothes you try on?" he scoffed, checking his cellphone without even looking at you.

"do whatever you want" you told him, closing the door with a loud noise and bending over the opened window of the car "but i don't think arthur would be happy about your hostility towards me"

a smile appeared on your face as you walked away, hearing another loud noise indicating that one of the car doors just closed again. good.

"are you done?" changbin asked irritated as he walked besides you on your tour of the mall.

"yeah i just" your attention was caught by a black short dress that was on display at the front of a store that looked -expensive-. you had some of your own money from the previous night because, thanks to ryujin's master plan, you didn't actually had to spend any... but it was probably not going to be enough.

and just when you were about to tell changbin that you were ready to go, you remembered it: hyejin lended you one of her credit cards yesterday to buy yourself a "top-of-the-class present" because she was quite unsure of your likes and dislikes.

"i'll just go to that store and i'm done"

changbin rolled his eyes and followed you through the crowd of people that were in the mall at the moment. the store was crowded with people too, mostly women and their husbands or boyfriends who were waiting for them at the couches provided.

as you entered, you were quick to approach the pile of black dresses that caught your attention in order to try one on. the price, as expected, was elevated for you but it was probably nothing for hyejin. i'll buy this, i'm sorry sis.

it was a simple, skinny black dress with the whole back exposed. you figured out that it would be nice to wear it on a bar night or something and, since you didn't have that many clothes for those kind of situations, it would be good to get yourself some.

showtime!

"so" you said, walking out of the dressing room and immediatly catching the attention of changbin who was right outside of it, sitting while talking on the phone with someone.

"i'll call you back" he mumbles, turning his cellphone off.

"how do you like it?"

"does it matter?"

"it's too expensive and i won't buy it if i don't look good in it" you laughed ironically.

"i don't think arthur would be happy with you walking around seoul wearing just that" he scoffed, implying that the dress was too sluty.

"i wasn't asking for arthur's opinion" you spitted "i was asking for yours"

he shrugged his shoulders without even giving a proper answer, returning to the only activity he had been doing since the two of you arrived to the mall: using his cellphone.

"i actually need your help to get this off" you mentioned

he swallowed nervously without even looking at you, licking his lips "ask for help to the ladies that work here"

"they are busy"

you had no idea what they were doing but you needed to get changbin into the dressing room with you. he already feels guilty and i don't have anything to lose, it's not going to harm us if we add more stuff to the the record.

"just help me so we can get this over with and leave" you snarled, waiting for him to get up of the couch and walk with you to the dressing room.

the store was full of people minding their own business and, contrary to popular belief, they sold clothes both for women and men. the dressing rooms were pretty much mixed so it was not going to look weird if they saw changbin entering to one of them. besides, they had long curtains that fell right into the floor, it was impossible to look who was inside of them.

without saying a word, changbin was ready to untie the straps of the dress while looking directly at you through the mirror.

"now this brings back some memories" you said, chuckling.

changbin strucked you down with his gaze and approached the curtains with a swift movement, trying to get out of the small space the dressing room was without even helping you to get out of the dress first.

"look at me and tell me you don't find me attractive" you commanded, looking at his reflection in the mirror before he could even get himself out of there. changbin looked at you, letting out a sigh as he bit his lower lip in frustration.

"i'm sorry for what i said yesterday" he whispered angry, almost in resignation. "if that's what you want to hear so you can drop this fucking bratty attitude then i'm fucking sorry"

to be fair, that was actually what you wanted to hear since you encountered him that morning. but now that you had him there, the urge of wanting to make him feel even more guilty and ashamed just took complete power over you.

you couldn't really explained why you wanted to do all kinds of things to make him feel bad. it was probably your hatred for men, the fraternal relationship he had with your father or the fact that you found him extremely attractive, but you wanted to make him feel miserable.

"so, do you?" you inquired, stepping closer and pushing him away from the curtains.

"stop playing" he insisted, his gaze changing drastically from one moment to another. what looked like anger three seconds ago was now transformed into desire.

"it's okay" you cooed, resting your hands on both sides of his face, tilting yours to the side as your eyes fixed on his lips. "no one will find out about this, if that's what you are worried about"

he parted his lips as his tongue danced inside his mouth, grimacing in frustration "you mean about what happened" changbin dictated.

"about what happened?" you muttered, letting out a small whimper as his bulge grew against your thighs. "or about what will continue on happening?"

one of his hands approached the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly while lifting your face. "you know your father would fucking kill me if he finds out"

a victorious smile appeared on your lips. he just gave in.

"isn't that more fun?"

before you could finish the sentence, changbin's lips attacked yours. the kiss was sloppy and needy, as if he had been wanting to do this exact thing all the evening. his hands traveled to your lower back as he pressed you against him even harder.

his sweet taste and the friction between his bulge and your thigh almost made you give in as well, but you couldn't.

you had to prove yourself that you were still in control of the situation.

just a bit more.

his lips left your mouth to pepper kisses all over your jawline and neck. the way his breathing sounded was heavenly, making you start to feel the heat forming at your core. he looked at your face every now and then, as if he enjoyed the gestures you made by trying to hold back your moans.

okay, that's enough.

"a public restroom and now a dressing room" you shighed, as your hands pushed him away of you "i knew you were desperate but i didn't know how much"

his face contorted in anger, clenching his jaw as he saw you picking up your clothes from the floor.

"don't think too highly of yourself, changbin" you mumbled, looking at him before opening the curtain "you are a man, and men are just so easy"

you walked through the whole store with the dress on and your regular clothes under your arm.

"my boyfriend is paying for this, he is right behind me." and with that being said, you left the store.

as you were hiding yourself in the public bathrooms of the mall, you called ryujin.

"i'm at the coex" you said "can you please pick me up, i kind of need to talk with you"

"you want to grab some a snack?" she asked, and you could almost listen how she immediatly got up from her bed to get dressed.

"yeah, but not here" you replied. before hangin up, ryujin gave you a "gotcha" and you continued on changing you back to your previous clothes. you had no bag to carry the dress, so you exited the mall grabbing it like you just stole it.

you patiently waited for ryujin to pick you up, and it was actually earlier than you anticipated.

"there's a lovely coffee shop a few blocks from here"

"and that's pretty much what happened" you concluded, just as you finished telling ryujin the whole bar incident and the dressing-room idea you had that evening. she looked at you surprised, as if she just had witnessed a crime.

"so you had your first orgasm ever with a stranger on a public restroom?" she asked, almost on the brink of laughing hysterically.

"i just told you that i engaged in sexual activities with the most despicable men on earth who happens to be my father's right hand and that's everything you could pick up?" you replied, sipping from your iced coffee.

"pretty much, yeah" she joked "i don't remember him"

"yeah, why would you?" you teased her "you were pratically flirting with every man on the table and almost eating the soul out of one of them"

"chan" ryujin said softly.

"oh, so you got his name?"

"not only his name but his number" she mumbled as she held her cellphone almost in a victorious manner.

"so you have been talking to him?"

"kind of" the blonde-haired replied "apparently they are going to have a gathering at his house and he invited me" she then made a long pause "wait, you should come!"

changbin was definitely going to be there. another interaction you could decline but still chose not to.

"yeah i should come"

as soon as you got home, you fell completely asleep. it was only 6:00 p.m., but last night you barely had a good night of sleep because ryujin kept moving around and the thought of what happened in the bar wouldn't leave you alone.

as you woke up from your nap, your phone had a couple of unread messages from both hyejin and arthur.

[6:13 p.m., hyejin]

i'm going to grab something to eat with hyuna. arthur said he was probably going to go out to eat with ara and her family so if you want to have dinner just order something with my credit card.

[7:21 p.m., arthur]

i'm going to have dinner at ara's tonight.

with her family.

changbin said he had a great time with you today and since you were going to be at home, he insisted to make you company at dinner time.

i'm glad you two are getting alone

either he was completely stupid or he definetly trusted changbin with his life because no man would ever let her daughter spend time alone with a man.

but that was not even the worse part: you knew where this whole thing was going to.

a great time? you made him pay 620,000 korean wons and humiliated him on a public dressing room. i mean, you did have a great time but you weren't quite sure he did.

before you could start overthinking the whole situation, you heard how the doorbell went off. fuck, well, if i don't open the door he won't be able to come in.

the doorbell went off again, and you just chose to ignore it.

[9:33 p.m. unknown number]

i know you are there

your father told me you were going to be at home

[9:35 p.m. unknown number]

you do know that i have the keys of the house since i spend a lot of time here working with your father here, right?

now you were starting to feel nervous. not only because you were, obviously, going to have to pay for the dress you practically stole, but because you were quite unsure if you could still have the self-control you had earlier today in case he approached you in that way.

but he probably hated you now just as much as you did.

maybe he just wants his money back.

while you were threading your thoughts, you heard how the front door of the house opened. quickly you got out of bed and ran downstairs with hyejin's card on your hand to encounter him before he could even get further into the house.

"just take the 600,000 wons" you said, extending your arm to lend him the credit card number and code.

he scoffed at you, ignoring it.

"i don't give a fuck about the money" he mumbled, approaching you as your back slammed against a cold wall.

oh, just casual rich behavior.

"now i'm the one who wants an apology for the show you did at coex" now this was what you were fearing. his lips dangerously close to you, his scent mixed with mint and cigarettes flooding all your senses.

changbin was fine. his body, even though you hadn't seen it in all his glory, was extremely well built and he knew it; the clothes he wore only accentuating more his manly figure... and here comes the part of the self-control.

"you said my father was going to kill you" you stuttered, trying to look away from his face that was merely centimeters away from yours.

"and isn't that more fun, princess?" princess, that fucking petname again. changbin was using the exact same words that left your mouth hours ago to tease you. "if you don't want this, then tell me. but do it now, because if we move forward i don't think i'll be able to stop"

you swallowed thickly. you knew exactly what he was talking about and the proposal he was making, but wasn't that a bit too rushed? besides, the hatred you felt towards him grew bigger by the minute. wasn't that a bad idea?

but then again, wasn't it a very good idea? you could prove changbin that you didn't thought too highly of yourself for nothing and you would be able to mess with your father's pride... it was just a very good offer you couldn't decline.

"i don't have all night, y/n" he grunted, still looking at you with starving eyes.

"it's you who has to think this through" you whispered, trying to keep the eye-contact with him. "i don't have anything to lose, but you on the other hand..."

"if this is done right, no one will lose anything" changbin replied, brushing his lips softly against your chin "and in exchange, i'll have you begging for me the rest of the days you spend here in korea"

that single statement made you blush, but you wouldn't let changbin acknowledge the power he held over you.

"i don't beg"

changbin gripped your hair and pushed your body down, making you fall into your knees.

"use your words, princess" he said while maintaining eye contact with you "for the last time, tell me that you truly want this and then we can move on to something more interesting"

you were unable to hold your tongue from licking your lips at the sight of his bulge. "i do" you said softly, almost inaudible, but it was good enough for changbin to take you.

his grip on your hair stopped and you were able to stand up, following him into the living room of arthur's house as he rested his whole weight in one of the couches. "come here" he ordered.

he sat down while spreading his legs and it was only then that you noticed how cozy his lap looked. unsure of what to do next, you climbed on top of him, your barely-clothed core making contact with his cock under his pants; just that fraction of contact was all it took to get a whiny moan out of you.

"what exactly where you trying to achieve at the dressing room anyways?" he inquired with a mocking tone.

"i just wanted to get back at you" you admitted, trying so hard to ignore the pressure between your thighs.

"and did you enjoyed it?"

"i did"

changbin licked his lips as he let out a soft laugh, trying to find a decent reasoning behind your behavior.

"well i'm glad you enjoyed it because it didn't work at all" he stated. "no matter how hard you tried to control yourself earlier today, you still ended up craving my touch"

his hands toured your naked thighs and stopped at the elastic of your pijama shorts.

"it doesn't matter" you hissed with strangled breath as his fingers dance around your shorts and skin "i still got what i wanted"

"and what was that?" his hands were now at your hips, holding you so thightly that could anticipate a few bruises there.

"to see you drowning in embarrassement" you admit, looking directly into him. "it was a pretty fun sight"

"i bet" he grunted, lifting ever so slightly his hips and making the pressure between your thighs increase immediatly.

a sudden moan escaped your lips, provoking changbin to smile. "do you want to count again?" he teased, talking about the bar incident.

your hands grabbed his shoulders for support as his hands started guiding your hips over his lap.

unlike you, changbin was all dressed up in his black pants and white shirt he had on earlier today. as soon as you arrived home you changed into more comfortable clothes, your pink pijamas whose fabric was extremely thin, and just now you started to regret your decision of not putting more clothes on before having this encounter with him.

"i need you to touch me" you admit after a few painfully seconds grinding against his bulge. it felt good, but you knew that it would feel even better if he decided to actually participate in your orgasm. besides, the scene of you pathetically grind against him in an attempt to chase your high was degrading.

he was right, both outcomes were pathetic. as you pondered, your head fell upwards and your core started to painfully clenched around thin air.

"then beg" he smiles, his hands still resting on the sides of your body. this bitch. "you don't want to because you are too proud, but how exactly are you going to feel after coming undone only by grinding on my lap without my help?"

"if that's what you want" he grunted at the absence of pleads, lifting his hips again "this is the only way you get to cum tonight"

your hips rushed the movements as you felt your pussy getting hotter, your juices making a mess on changbin's pants.

"who finds who attractive, hm?" he asked as the sight of your dripping core. "it's taking all of my self-control to not fuck you right here, right now"

"why don't you do it?" you ask in between broken moans, your hips moving at a steady pace.

"because you don't deserve it"

changbin was fucking you up and he was doing it just right. every word that came out of his mouth only made you angrier and wetter, drilling a hole on your mind by even considering beg for his touch.

"you don't deserve to fuck me either" you sighed, trying to hold back all the loud moans that wanted to escape your mouth as your clit repeatedly stroke against him.

"i don't?" he asked, mocking pain "are you sure, princess?"

the frustration of not being able to reach your high was starting to make you feel pathetic because all you wanted was to experience the exact same feeling you got at the bar.

"changbin" you whined, grabbing yourself onto his white shirt. "if you aren't going to touch me then please just do something else"

his hands moved all the way to the straps of your pijamas and he gently pushed your top down, exposing your bare breasts.

"do you never wear underwear, princess?" he growled, attaching his lips at the skin that was faintly bruised because of last night.

"fuck, changbin" you moaned, the friction between your bodies increasing as he was closer to you.

"i know you can do it without my help princess" he said, grabbing one of your hardened buds in between his lips.

the knot was starting to form on your lower abdomen at a much slower pace than before, making you let out desperate whines. "look at how messy you are being"

his mouth licked one of your nipples as his fingers played with the other, wanting to edge you until you had no choice but to beg for his touch. "fuck, changbin. i'm close"

as soon as you told him this, you felt how his body reincorporated into his seat, making the contact between your core and his lap almost inexistent. "i changed my mind, i don't want you to cum like this"

with teary eyes you looked at him. was he really going to edge you this bad? was it because you didn't beg? fuck, all you wanted was to cum and he wouldn't even let you do that peacefully.

"don't you think it's my turn?" he smirked while unbottoning his pants. oh, right, his turn.

you clearly had not much experience in that department but you wouldn't let him find that out. back in japan you were not really an enthusiast of oral sex, but you would often hear stories from your classmates talking about experiences and tips.

before you could keep recalling all the stories you heard, changbin's hands stroke your hair making you look directly at him.

he was... making you quite confused about whether if you were going to be able to take it or not. "come on princess" he encouraged as the tip of his cocked brushed your lips slightly.

getting rid of any hesitation you were quick to drag your tongue all over his lenght, earning a sigh out of him. you would be lying if you said that it didn't turned you on, because it did (more than you ever wanted to admit). slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth making you gag over it. "good fucking girl" he whispered as he starred into your teary eyes.

changbin had one arm over his head while the other guided you to take his cock. his eyes never left yours, only ocasionally as his head fell upwards when the pleasure was too overwhelming for him. his chest was moving everytime at a faster pace, and the sounds that left his mouth were getting more frecuent. "fuck, y/n"

you were learning how to take him inside your mouth to the point that it felt too good having him there. "y/n"

"mhm?" you mumbled around his cock, making waves of pleasure travel all over changbin's body.

"touch yourself for me as you take my cock" he ordered.

you had tried several times to reach your orgasm just by masturbating and it did felt good, but for the longest time you thought that if that was what an orgasm was supposed to feel like, it wasn't so much of a big deal. that was until yesterday, when you truly felt a real one. but you assumed that by the previous stimulation, it was going to be way easier to come undone this time, even if it wasn't as powerful as the one changbin made you feel.

you started to rub your clit in circles as changbin fucked your mouth slowly without parting your gaze from his eyes. his eyes that intimidated the shit out of you and that were the main reason of why you wanted to submit immediatly for him.

"that's my good girl" changbin's grip on your hair was getting tighter and his breathing was getting heavier than before. "does it feel good baby?" he asked, watching how your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head by the pleasure provided by your own touch and his cock inside your mouth.

"fuck" he cursed under his breath "i'm close"

with eager eyes you started to take him in even more, determined to making him finish just as you chased your own high. your fingers moved around your clit at a soft but hard pace, making that now familiar knot appear at your abdomen. "y/n"

you knew you were a couple of seconds away from your own high as changbin's hands pushed your head all the way over his cock, releasing himself into your mouth. "good fucking girl" he praised with raspy voice and quick breath.

and with the feeling of his hot cum down your throat and your drool all over him, your juices dripped onto your fingers. moaning against his cock, changbin's body trembled at the overstimulation and he quickly pulled himself out of you.

"open your mouth" he ordered while you were still coming down from your high. you did as he commanded, with the remains of his release still in your tongue. "swallow"

and so you did, tasting him.

"my pretty doll" he grunted "did you make yourself cum while your mouth was taking my cock?"

you nodded with tears streaming down your cheeks, messy hair , drool dripping onto your bare chest and your pijama shorts soaked in your own juices. that sight alone was everything for him, increasing his desires of completely ruin you in his bed... or yours... or any place.

a smirk appeared on his face as he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting himself on you.

"i fucking hate you" you whined against him, feeling how your nipples grazed with his chest. "god i fucking hate you"

and even though you did, you knew that this was only getting started both of you.

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bookwrm99 · 3 years

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Preferred Music- OM! Brothers

Not that anyone asked me, but I was in the mood to write and I’ve gotten back into Obey Me! after a super-long hiatus.. so these are my thoughts on what the brothers listen to in terms of music. I’ve only finished S1, so forgive me if these don’t make sense in context of the later seasons T_T

Lucifer:

It’s established in canon that Lucifer loves listening to classical music and has an extensive record collection- the more cursed the better

I headcanon though that he also likes to listen to big band music, like the Glenn Miller Orchestra

I can imagine him putting one of his vintage Glenn Miller records on his grammy and asking his s/o to dance with him one night if he was feeling especially romantic. The song he’d initiate on would be Twilight Interlude, Moonlight Serenade, or Starlit Hour.

I also headcanon that Lucifer listens to crooners, like Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra

If MC can play an instrument, especially if it’s the piano, Lucifer might lurk in the hallway for a while if he hears them playing music by composers like Beethoven, Mozart, or Chopin. He doesn’t know how or why, but he thinks their works sound best whenever MC plays them

I think Lucifer’s guilty pleasure is 50′s/60′s decade music, but only listens to them when certain conditions are met: he’s in an exceptionally good mood, his privacy is guaranteed for at least an hour, and it’s just him in his bedroom. He feels that artists like The Beach Boys, Elvis, and The Beatles don’t fit with his polished, high-class image, hence the secrecy around listening to them

You’ll know he trusts you when he allows you into his space while one of these artists’ records is on the gramophone

Doesn’t change MC’s ringtone in his phone, because one: he’s an old man and hardly uses the thing for anything besides communication anyway, and two: he wants to be the only brother who wasn’t prompted by Mammon’s ringtone change

Probably changes their ringtone after a few weeks, when his brothers have forgotten all about it

Mammon:

The Black Crowes. Next-

It’s canon that Mammon likes R&B music

Mammon strikes me as a classic/90′s alternative rock kind of guy too, though. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, U2, Deep Purple, The Black Crowes, Pearl Jam- that kind of vibe

If he’s feeling something a little more hard, he’d probably dip into Nirvana, Van Halen, AC/DC, or another band along those lines

“Money” by Pink Floyd is DEFINITELY his ringtone

If he’s trying to really focus to come up with a scheme to make Grimm, or is just in the mood for something really chill, he might pull up a lofi hip hop playlist/station to listen to in the background

If he and MC happen to be chilling in his room, though, he’d probably play whatever they’re into- not because he likes them and wants to learn more about them or anything, noooooo sir, definitely doesn’t want to know their favorite artists so he can maybe take them to a concert one day either

Probably starts listening to MC’s favorite bands and genres too as their relationship develops

I headcanon that as soon as he finds out whatever MC’s favorite song is, he sets it as their ringtone in his phone so he can distinguish them from modeling agencies and his brothers

Leviathan:

It’s canon that Levi LOVES anime music, which like- I 110% subscribe to

I think he’d also really like video game music as well. Especially if it’s a game he loves and their soundtracks are *chef’s kiss*

If the Devildom has an equivalent to K-pop, I could see him being into that too. BTS, EXO, SUPER JUNIOR, Girl’s Generation, and SEVENTEEN all give me Levi vibes

Because he used to play so many different instruments, I also headcanon that sometimes he gets in the mood to listen to some of the music he used to play

He might get started on a classical music kick for a couple hours, then be satisfied for a week or two until the craving comes up again

Like Mammon, he might try listening to MC’s favorite music to get to know them better- but if he’s too averse to it, he’ll just go back to listening to his usual music

As their relationship develops, he might change MC’s ringtone in his phone to the theme of an anime they’ve both watched together and loved, or to the theme of his favorite anime- not to be outdone by Mammon, of course

Satan:

It’s canon that Satan also enjoys classical music, especially symphonies

I headcanon though that Satan might resent this similarity to Lucifer, so listens to classical music in secret- or abstains from it until he cracks and binges for a few hours

I could also see Satan listening to music very loudly in his room to piss Lucifer off if he’s in a particularly vindictive mood, especially if it’s hard rock or metal

Three Days Grace, Shinedown, Breaking Benjamin, Disturbed, The Veer Union, Gojira, Beartooth, Steel Panther- and if he’s really mad at Lu, he’d pull out the stops and listen to some death metal

Lowkey kind of likes some of it, even though he started listening to it exclusively with the intent of making the eldest tear his hair out in frustration

For casual listening, though, I headcanon that he has soft indie playlists and stations that he’s favorited/subscribed to

I could also see him as the type to have a playlist built with all his favorite songs from his favorite Broadway plays (looking at you, Les Misérables and Cats)

When he catches wind that Mammon and Levi changed their ringtones for MC, he didn’t hop on the train to outdo them- he just thought it was a good idea. He changes it to a soft indie song that reminds him of MC in some way, whether the lyrics are explicitly about someone similar to them or the sound of the song gives them MC vibes

Asmodeus:

Asmo listens to healing music in canon

But I also imagine him listening to dance/EDM music, because it gets him pumped up for The Fall and reminds him of the good times he’s had there

I headcanon that Asmo listens to healing music when he’s pampering himself or doing spa sessions with MC, and dance/EDM when he’s getting primped up to go to the club

Asmo is DEFINITELY the type to put soft music on when he’s about to get it on with somebody to set the mood, but it’s not something he listens to on his own- he feels ambivalent about romantic music in general

With MC, though, if their relationship buds into something more than friendship- you can bet your ass that he custom makes the perfect playlist for spicy situations with them, and his opinion on romantic music changes into a more positive one

I also see him listening to Queens like Ariana Grande, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Beyoncé- really powerful women vocalists

Asmo might have an easy listening pop playlist/station subscribed on his app of choice, but probably has to be in the mood for it to put it on

Definitely changes MC’s ringtone to something cheeky at first, like “Sexual Healing”, but trades it for a romantic song that reminds him of them later as they get closer

Beelzebub:

The RAD newspaper reports that Beel likes the song in the “Hell’s Burger” commercial

But I headcanon that when the newspaper club asked him that question, he just didn’t know how to respond because he listens to so many different genres, so he blurted out the first thing on his mind (so of course it would be food-related)

Beel doesn’t strike me as the type to like one genre in particular to the exclusion of most others- he seems more like he’d have playlists of all different genres to switch between depending on the situation and his mood

He’d definitely have a workout playlist full of songs to hype him up, like “Eye of the Tiger”, “Welcome to the Jungle”, “Seven Nation Army”, “Thunder”, etc.

Probably has upwards of thirty playlists/stations he’s subscribed to because of his broad tastes, but the ones I see him frequently playing are pop, indie, alternative, and punk rock

Because he shares a room with Belphie, he’s grown accustomed to listening to chill, soft piano music at night when the both of them are first falling asleep- so much so, he has a hard time falling asleep without it, so he always brings earphones with him when traveling so he can still listen to it

MC’s ringtone in his phone is the “Hell’s Burger” commercial song- the only other contact that shares the ringtone is Belphie. Hearing his favorite song helps him distinguish his favorite people from everyone else calling his phone, even if hearing the song makes him hungry and drool a little bit before he picks up

Belphegor:

Belphie likes chill piano music in canon

Makes sense to me, since he’s sleeping 99.999999% of the time

But I headcanon that he also likes punk rock, like Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, blink-182, Good Charlotte, All Time Low, Panic! At The Disco, Bring Me The Horizon, and more

He only listens to it if he has to stay awake for a long period of time- listening to piano music makes him sleepy, so that’s out of the question, even though he needs music to be able to focus

Belphie is another brother who will stick around if he hears MC playing the piano- he’s less covert about it than the eldest brother, though

He’ll straight up trudge into the music room, sit on the bench with them and lean his head against their shoulder as they play

Hope you weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon, MC

Belphie also seems like the type to have subscriptions to ASMR or soft storytelling podcasts/stations/playlists, for the times he finds he’s having a hard time falling asleep

Like Lucifer, is one of the last to hop on the ringtone train, and honestly didn’t really give a shit about it until he really thought about it. What if MC was in trouble and tried to call him while he was asleep? His normal ringtone wouldn’t wake him up in that scenario, which could end up being really bad

Changes it to something really loud and obnoxious at first, like “What Is Love” (the animal cover)

Eventually changes it to something more romantic as he and MC get closer in their relationship, like “Check Yes, Juliet”

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. <3

BTW, this is the ringtone I HC’d for Belphie lmfao: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mx5-aOGphII&t=53s

It’s my morning alarm and my family hates it, but I’m an extremely heavy sleeper sooooooo guess I’ll just keep being a menace to society

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! swd #shall we date? obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #headcanons

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heliads · 3 years

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A Questioning

You’re a journalist in Manhattan, just like your best friend, Katherine Pulitzer. You’ve also been sent to interview the Brooklyn newsies when a certain Spot Conlon catches your eye.

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You straighten your hair, your clothes, the bag hanging at your waist. You’ve been to plenty of places all up and down New York City on reporting business before, you’re not sure why this one occasion has you so worried. It could just be that this article is going to be one of the most important articles you’ve written yet, or it could be because you’re going to be headed to Brooklyn, a place known for the particular hostility frequented by the same newsboys you’re supposed to be interviewing.

Eventually, your friend has enough of your frenetic fixing of your appearance, grabbing your hands and forcing you to stop moving. Katherine Pulitzer, already well introduced to the newsboys of New York, does not have time for silly things such as fear. “Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Honestly.” You sigh, looking at her morosely. “You don’t know that. I mean, what if they don’t even want to do the article at all? That’ll send me back to the review pages forever.”

Katherine rolls her eyes. “Even if the Brooklyn newsies took one look at you and decided never to say a word to any reporter again- which they won’t- you couldn’t be fired if you tried. Your last piece on the strike was fantastic. That’s why they’re giving you this opportunity, right? Because they know you’ll be perfect.” Despite your growing nerves, this is true. You had taken advantage of the hubbub of the city following the Children’s Crusade and the newsboy strike, interviewing teenage shoe shiners and elevator operators alike. They hadn’t been willing to speak to that many people, so your words were broadcasted up and down the city. It had been fantastic for the sales of that issue of the newspaper, and fantastic for your career.

So, you’ve been handed a reporting opportunity regarding the future of the strikers once more. This time, you’ll be tracking down the newsies of a select borough, talking to them about how life working for the many New York newspapers has changed and if they still stand by their actions. This alone would be fine, were it not for the fact that you’ll be speaking to the Brooklyn newsies. It’s not that you think they’re going to attack you, more that you have no idea what to say to a group of boys whose preferred weekend activity is soaking errant teenagers. How do you convince a bunch of Brooklyn boys to spill their hearts out for your article?

However, Katherine is right. You’re going to get nowhere by merely moping around, so you pick up your bag, square your shoulders, and set off across the city. You intend to show up at the Brooklyn Lodging House around the late afternoon, when the boys will all have finished selling their papes, so you can talk to them freely without interrupting their work schedule.

Despite your forced confidence, you can’t help but feel doubt descend on you as you walk through the streets of Brooklyn. You’ve spoken to a few of the Manhattan newsies before, mainly Jack (at Katherine’s insistence) as well as Davey and Crutchie. From what they tell you, the Brooklyn boys are completely different. Even Jack is hesitant to talk to Spot Conlon when he’s in a bad mood.

Regardless of your hesitations, you’re still a reporter, and you have to get through this job. You’ve been through enough with the idiot journalists on your newspaper team that you can’t stomach returning an empty pad of paper to them, so you must walk on. Even certain death at the hands of the Brooklyn boys is better than the jeering looks you’re sure to endure if you back down. So, you walk resolutely across the cobblestones, pausing only once before the door of the Brooklyn Lodging House to settle your thoughts before marching past the threshold.

All eyes descend on you the second the door clicks shut behind you. The boys look up, curious as to why you could possibly be there. Remembering yourself, you clear your throat once before you start talking, delivering the speech you’d run through countless times in your head on the walk over. “Good afternoon. My name is Y/N, and I’m a journalist for the Evening Telegram. I’d like to speak to you about how life has changed after the strikes.”

There’s silence in the room, a deafening silence that seems to press in on you from every corner of the dimly lit gathering. At last, one boy steps towards you, shirt smeared slightly from the grime of the streets. He sneers down at you. “Why would we talk to a goil like you?” Indignation flares up in you, and you speak again before you can stop yourself. “Maybe if you talked to a goil like me, you could actually manage to use your brain more than once a week. You might even be able to know important things like telling your left from your right.”

The boy stands there, stunned, but before he can open his mouth to say anything else a voice rings out from the open door behind you. You turn around to see a new boy entering, this one clad in a red shirt and a gray cap that hides the top of his dark curls. “Damn, Giant, she killed you. Is this what all journalists are like? We might have to have more articles written just to meet you all.” You freeze slightly, recognizing him from the descriptions Katherine gave you. “Are you Spot Conlon?”

The boy grins even wider. “Guilty as charged. Is there a reason you’re here, other than insulting my boys?” You wince at that. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- I was here to ask you some questions about life after the strike? It’s for an article I’m writing.” Spot, however, does not seem bothered by the fact that you’ve offended one of his newsboys. Instead, he just waves for you to follow him down the hall and into a room that likely serves as his office. “He can take it. Come on, I can answer your questions without everyone looking on.”

You stand in his office of sorts for a second, hands still closed tightly around your notepad as you try and fail to think of what to do next. Although you may have planned out the first thing to say upon finding the Brooklyn newsies, you’re not entirely sure where to go from here. There was no line in your schedule where you dissed one of the biggest boys there, and nothing saying what to do when Spot Conlon asked to be alone with you in his office.

Speaking of which, the dark-haired boy clears his throat, looking meaningfully at your pen and paper. “Well? Don’t you have some questions to ask?” You turn to him with an embarrassed smile. “Right! Um, how has taking part in the strike changed work as a newsie? Do you feel more protected by the presence of Roosevelt in office? Do you believe that Pulitzer and the other newspaper companies could work together in the future to minimize chances of another successful strike while still lowering the cost of the papers, or was your strike crucial enough to allow you to retain your autonomy in the selling industry?”

Spot blinks at you for a second, surprised, then lets another grin stretch across his face. “I see you came prepared. Well, I can’t speak for everyone when I say this, but I suppose we’se doing alright for ourselves. Pulitzer knows better than to try and change the prices again, not after the stunt we pulled.” You nod. “You think you’re protected by the public’s disapproval of Pulitzer?” Spot shrugs. “Something like that.”

You finish scribbling down his answers, then tap your pen against your notebook, contemplating something he’d said. “You mentioned something about how you couldn’t speak for everyone. I thought Brooklyn was one of the most important boroughs in New York? I mean, a lot of the Manhattan newsboys get nervous whenever they have to head over here on business endeavors.”

Spot chuckles. “That may be true, but we all got our own opinions. Part of how you stay on top isn’t just your fists, it’s your head. You have to pick the right fights, you know?” You jot this down. When you look up, he’s regarding you with a faint smile, one he doesn’t even appear to know is there. “That’s oddly wise for someone who claims to spend all his time fighting or selling papes.” Spot flashes you a grin. “Are you putting that in the papers, too? About how I’m oddly wise?”

You can feel your cheeks burning. “Probably not.” Spot shrugs, although his grin is shameless. “Unfortunate. I wouldn’t have minded it being there.” He lets you stew for a second longer, then extends a hand to you. “Here, it’s getting dark out. You’ll want to be back in ‘Hattan before too long.” You take it, letting him lead you to the door. He pauses once before opening the door, still keeping your conversation between the two of you. “Oh, and Miss Reporter? You can come back any time you like.”

Spot ends up walking you back to Manhattan, despite your protests that you knew exactly where you were going. He’d simply tossed you a wink, saying something about how he wants to make sure his guests get home safely, especially when they’re pretty reporters. You could tell from the victorious grin on his face that he’d said it just to mess with you, although to be entirely honest with yourself, you’re not sure that you mind at all.

You end up writing the entire article that night, still abuzz over the conversation and the moonlit walk back to your apartment. The clatter of your typewriter fills the empty spaces in the room, and you drown out the sounds of the city with the spill of thoughts onto paper. In the end, you’re left with an entirely excellent article, and a growing want to go back to Brooklyn and keep talking to the dark-haired boy who seemed to find nothing more interesting than trying to rile you up.

As it turns out, you’ll get your wish- your boss thinks your work is excellent, ordering you back to spend another day among the Brooklyn newsies. You’re all too happy to accept, and the delighted grin on Spot’s face when he sees you darkening his door once more is only the icing on the cake.

You end up spending a lot more time in Brooklyn, even after the focus of your articles leaves Brooklyn and the newsies behind. You can’t help it- something about his maddening grin, or the way he always looks for you in the crowd, makes you want to keep coming back again and again. Spot certainly doesn’t mind, and he ends up coming to visit you too, sneaking in through the fire escape of your apartment window so your landlady doesn’t suspect a thing.

In the end, you’re not sure that there could have been any other ending to your time with Spot. He tells you he loves you after a couple weeks, you can’t help but feel the same. You’ve spent your time wandering up and down the streets of New York, and you’re certain that there is no one in the entire city that makes you feel quite as happy or as free as Spot. He just has this way of making you feel like the brightest star in the entire sky, although he’s more than willing to stay up late stargazing with you if you want to see if there are any contenders to your status.

Sometimes there are days when no one seems in the spirit to buy a paper, or the other men at your newspaper seem like they’ll never truly see you as an equal. That’s when you take a visit over to the lodging house, finding solace in whispered words and smiles even when you feel the worst. Life in New York might be hard, but at least you have Spot. To you, that is enough.

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Eight Second Ride

Part Three-

(Part Two)

“So you are telling me-“ Aedion scowls from the other side of her bed, “you ditched me for a sweaty bull rider and didn’t even last an hour into the date?”

Aelin shoves a spoonful of cookies and cream ice cream into her mouth and sniffles. “That’s all you got from my story?”

He slings an arm over Aelin’s shoulders and she lays her head on his chest gratefully. She’d caught an Uber back to her apartment where Aedion was already camped out waiting for her.

One look at her mascara smeared face, and he’d made a pillow fort on her bed. Complete with ice cream and “Little Women” playing on his phone.

“No, I got the whole chauvinistic asshole, bit.” Aedion stabs his spoon into the container and breaks up a particularly large piece of Oreo. “I just decided to focus on the part that doesn’t make me want to leave you hear and go and kill him right now.”

“I thought cowboys were supposed to be classy.” Aelin watched Jo play with her sisters in their attic on Aedion’s tiny screen. “Take city girls into the country to ride a horse and show them a bigger purpose in life, kind of shit.”

“Hallmark is such a liar.” Aedion huffs and squeezes her shoulder a little tighter. “I’m sorry, Lin. I know going out tonight was a big step for you. It’s a shame he acted the way he did.”

It was rare Aelin acted on a whim these days. Not like she used to do when she was in high school. She felt a pull to go with Rowan, but her gut had led her into a situation that could have gone south very quickly.

It’s a hard thing when you can’t trust yourself.

“No. I shouldn’t have gone. Especially not alone.” Aelin’s feels her thoughts drifting. Creeping towards that iron box of memories she keeps locked tight. “It’s my mistake.”

“No.”

The fervor in Aedion’s voice draws her attention up to his face, and Aelin is jarred by the intensity of his expression. “Aedion-“

“It’s not your fault.” His voice is gravely, and his blue eyes flicker like the heart of a flame. “I don’t give a shit what that bastard thought you accepting his invitation meant. You don’t owe him sex because he buys you a drink.”

“Aedion-“ Aelin tries to interrupt again. A new wave of tears burns her eyes, but Aedion is on a roll and he isn’t going to quite down until he gets out what’s on his mind.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like an object that can be bought.” Aelin can’t look him in the eyes any longer, but a calloused hand guides her face to the crook of his neck.

“His friends are shitty. He should have made them shut up. Ogling you, and making you feel unsafe and uncomfortable aren’t funny jokes.” Aedion goes on as Aelin sniffles into his shirt.

“You deserve respect. It doesn’t matter what you are wearing, what he buys you, or what his expectations are. His behavior isn’t your fault.” Aedion whispers against the top of her head.

Aelin wraps the arm that isn’t squished under her, around his waist. “I love you, Brother Wolf.”

“I love you too, Fireheart.” Aedion kisses her forehead and tugs her closer, the old terms of endearment are exchanged between them with ease.

“I know you are still dealing with everything that happened a couple years ago. I’m happy to remind you how worth it you are whenever you need.”

Aedion was an island of safety in the turbulent ocean of her life. Even when Aelin was small, she’d often go to him before her own parents with her problems. He was steady, and calm. The exact opposite of her own personality.

After the incident, he hadn’t rested until she was safely at his side again. Aedion stood by her faithfully as she picked up the broken pieces of her life and held her hand as she tried to make something new from them.

“How come you already had this movie downloaded onto your phone?” Aelin teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood. “Did you suddenly develop a sense of taste?”

Aedion purses his lips. “Lysandra said this movie is, and I quote, the most accurate depiction of the female experience.” He shakes his head. “I’ve tried to watch it three times, and I still can’t figure out what it’s even about.”

“You are a simple minded creature, cousin.” Aelin grabs her spoon and scoops a melty bite of ice cream into her mouth. “Thank you for coming over.”

“Anytime, Lin.” He leans his cheek on her head as the scene on his phone shifts from the cooler grey tones of the present, back to the warm colors that represented better days. “Anytime.”

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The day started off better than she expected.

Aedion was gone when she woke up- he had to rise at an ungodly hour to make it to the fire station on time.

Yet, he set her alarm clock for her so Aelin woke up in time to get ready for work. He’d also set a glass of water and an Advil tablet on her bedside table to curb the headache she was sure to have from crying.

Aelin made it out the door with enough time to stop and get coffee on the way. She even splurged and got a chocolate hazelnut Frappuccino with enough sugar to smooth her wounded feelings.

It was going so well, Aelin should have known it was the universe winding up to screw her.

It was only a couple hours before she closed shop when Lorcan Salvaterre stepped through her front door.

“Holy shit, it’s you.” Were the first words from his mouth. His dark eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Rowan is going to flip when I tell him I actually found you.”

“What are you doing here?” Aelin’s slammed a stack of books on the counter.

Lorcan looked pensive. “Rowan said you mentioned owning a book store-“ he drags a hand through his dark hair. “I felt like I ruined his chance with you, so I thought I maybe if I apologized-“

“Let me stop you there,” Aelin didn’t bother looking at him as she labeled books and organized them into stacks. “You didn’t ruin anything, you didn’t help, but he screwed up all by himself.”’

“He realizes that,” Lorcan quickly defends, his voice gruff with irritation. “If I can give him your number I’m sure he will grovel for himself.”

Aelin rolls her eyes and slides another stack to the end of the counter. “You don’t get it.”

“Get what?” She can tell he’s losing his patience with her. Lorcan’s remorse only went so far, apparently.

Aedion’s words from earlier rang in her ears as she repeated them back to the man. “He was overbearing the entire time. Had double standard opinions about my life, and disrespected my boundaries.”

Aelin watched as Lorcan shifted on his feet, itching to say something but obviously refraining. Measuring his words carefully he looked her dead in the eye. “Look. He was just trying to impress you. Rowan doesn’t go out often. Don’t you think you are blowing this a little out of proportion?”

Red. Aelin saw red. Tasted it. Like iron in her mouth. Or maybe that was just the blood from biting her tongue so hard. “I’m working right now. You don’t strike me as extremely literate, but I have to ask for you to either buy something or leave.”

Lorcan glowered at her. “Fine.” He turns to walk out, but Aelin hears him call her a bitch under his breath.

Just then, Elide walks inside the shop doors. A backpack slung over her shoulder, finished with her classes at Rifthold U and prepared to work the evening shift with her.

Aelin is relieved for the interruption and about to take full advantage of it, when the small, brown-haired girl catches sight of Lorcan and beams like a rutting lighthouse.

“Lorcan! I didn’t know you were coming into my work, what a surprise.”

Elide. One of her best friends, runs up to the six-two tower of misogynistic cow boys and flings her arms around him. Hugs him.

Ellie she recalls the name being thrown out last night. She hadn’t put two and two together. Ellie was a common name. Of all the people in this city it had to be Elide, Aelin mentally bemoans.

She wonders if Elide knew how her cowboy behaved when she wasn’t around.

It doesn’t matter. Lorcan is all too aware of Aelin’s eyes boring into his skin, and knows he needs to make a quick get away.

“Ellie,” Lorcan pulls away from her. “I just had to see this book shop you are always talking about.”

He kisses her head, and looks at her with feigned remorsefulness. “I must have gotten your shifts mixed up in my head, though. I’m afraid I have to go. We booked a training time for six and I need to brush down Nettie before we start.”

“Oh,” Elide says, a look of genuine disappointment on her face. “That’s fine. Are we still on for a movie tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he promises. He pecks her one more time on the lips and tips his chin towards Aelin. Anger still bubbling in his eyes. “Good day, ma’am.”

Aelin releases a breath when the doors close behind him.

“I’m so sad I missed him.” Elide frowns, tossing her back pack behind the counter. “At least you got to meet him. What did you think? He’s absolutely dreamy, right?”

Aelin chokes back a gag. “Yeah. He was really charming.”

“And get this,” Elide smiles. “He’s a cowboy. Like an actual, real life cowboy. He rides pulls and does team roping. It’s sexy.”

Aelin can’t hide the grimace this time. “You are like my baby sister. I never want to hear the words sexy from your mouth again.”

At least, never in the context of Lorcan. They’d had plenty of boy talk before.

“He even carries a rope.” Elide wags an eyebrow. “Better to tie me up when we-“

Aelin holds a book over her face. “I’m not listening to this! I will file a report with HR.”

Elide laughs. “You are the boss, Lin. You know we don’t have an HR.”

“I need to get one now,” Aelin grumbles. “I don’t need an image of yours and Lorcan’s naked asses in my head.”

She wanted Lorcan out of her head entirely. Along with Rowan and the rest of their cadre.

“Fine,” Elide sighs wistfully. “One day you will be in love and I won’t hold it against you when you want to talk about whatever babe you wind up with.”

Her eyes get a mischievous glint. “Actually- Lorcan has some really cute friends. I could set you up with?”

Aelin’s brain banks. “No. No thank you. I like being alone. I’m more than enough company for myself.”

“Come on, a double date would be fun!” Elide whines and tugs on her arm. “You never go out any more. We could have a great night out.”

An image of the twins cutting lines on the bar flash across her mind and make her shudder.

“I said no, Elide.” Aelin says a bit more harshly then she intends, but Elide gets the point and backs off.

“Sorry. I won’t mention it again.” Instead of anger she looks at Aelin worriedly.

She kind of hates that more.

“Thanks.” She shakes her head and tries to clear the residual stress from her head. “I have to set up a new shelf display. Want to help?”

Elide lights back up at the prospect. She loved designing and organizing. They have a great time setting displays up together and Aelin knew it would take her mind away from the tension she’d created.

She just really hoped that Elide dating Lorcan wouldn’t drag any drama into her own life. Aelin didn’t care what half asses excuses Lorcan made, she wasn’t interested in seeing Rowan again.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING DAY6 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Park Sungjin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Being affectionate isn’t something that Sungjin isn’t a huge fan of, so whenever he’s affectionate with you, make the most of it. If he’s in the mood, he’ll love to cuddle you and keep you nice and close against his side.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You’d met through music, you were one of the techs at a gig that they were playing, and you were in charge of Sungjin’s guitar. It naturally meant that the two of you began to strike up a conversation, and Sungjin quite quickly took a liking to you, making sure at the end of the night that he asked for your number.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

At the end of a gig together was when Sungjin confessed, he drove you back to your place after the two of you hung out and watched a local band, but just as you were about to step out of the car, he told you that he needed to talk to you. You sat and listened intently to what he told you, and once he’d finished, you said the exact same back to him, joking that you were relieved you weren’t going crazy thinking that Sungjin could like you.

D ⇴ DATES

Sungjin is quite a homebody, he enjoys being in his home and with his own company. With that, the two of you will often have dates at the house or at the studio together. Sungjin always works better too when you’re around which helps him. You’ll usually show up with food, and he’ll be prepared with a game or a film, or if he’s in the studio he’ll set up somewhere for you to relax and talk about your days. It’s the perfect hub for you both as you much prefer doing your own thing away from the rest of the world.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Love was all a bit of a mystery to Sungjin before he met you, he never quite knew how he managed to portray it so well in his songs when he had no real idea of how it felt. You were the answer to a lot of his questions though, the old lyrics that he used to look over with huge confusion suddenly made so much sense. The new lyrics that he did write too were also a great improvement, the words he wrote made a lot more sense when he knew that they summed up perfectly the love that he had for you rather than an abstract he never understood.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Arguing with Sungjin was a big no, he would never argue with you nor would he ever raise his voice. The two of you definitely had your moments when you’d disagree with each other, but you were grown up enough to know that these sorts of things just needed talking about rather than adding fuel to the fire. Arguing with you can make Sungjin very emotional, he’s not afraid to be in touch with his emotions, and knowing he’s not getting along with you can be the main cause of his upset. Similarly, when he resolves things with you, he’ll often get teary again as he tries to apologise whilst wiping away his tears.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You knew his family were protective of him, Sungjin hadn’t always had it easy. But more than anything, they were thankful that he had you in his life as someone who could support him and understand him. Seeing the many positive changes, you made to Sungjin’s life made it impossible for them not to love you.

H ⇴ HOME

When he really began to feel comfortable with you, he was quite keen for the two of you to begin to find your own place. He really wanted a space for the two of you where you could be yourselves as you often spent a lot of time together at the dorm, without any of the other boys being around you to interrupt.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Sungjin was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ when you came home from work one day. Waking up from a nap without you there completely startled him, he didn’t understand where you were. When he saw you, he was relieved to know that you were safe, and before he had a moment to think he said those magical three words.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’s not someone that tends to get jealous, Sungjin is much more of an insecure person. He can’t blame someone if they take a liking to you, he knows how special you are, but when someone is around you, he instantly blames himself for missing something. You know how often he beats himself up, so whenever he goes quiet you know that he’s not feeling good. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, you’ll leave straight away as Sungjin is, and always will be your priority in any situation you’re involved in.

K ⇴ KIDS

His career had always been the focus for him, but as he began to get older, he definitely wondered about the future. He’d often sit when he had a moment to think in the studio and tell you all about how he wanted to be able to teach your children instruments and how he hoped that they’d follow after him. Most of the time he didn’t even realise he was doing it, but you loved to listen and smile back at him.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

If there was one distinctive feature about Sungjin, it was definitely his laugh. His hoarse chuckle was always an infectious sound that was guaranteed to put a smile on his face. Hearing him laugh was often a great relief for you too, you knew there were times when he really felt low, so hearing him laugh was incredibly comforting. Sungjin knew that he found himself laughing the most whenever he was around you, it was just a natural instinct for him to smile around you, he just loved your company so much.

M ⇴ MISSING

Sungjin struggles a lot when he’s on tour, he really feels like the other half of him has gone missing. Every day, without fail, the two of you will talk, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a couple of hours. It doesn’t matter if you’re awake at four in the morning waiting for his call, you’re well aware of how big of a boost it is for him, and with that, you’ll do it in a heartbeat. He always feels bad for waking you up, but deep down, the calls the two of you have are important to you too. You struggle just like him, so you often hold out even for just a small bit of contact from him to try and pick yourself up. Being around the dorm by yourself just isn’t the same without him, and all of the other members too.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Before dating, you were a fan of the band anyway, so naturally, you just began calling him ‘Bob.’ To begin with, he hated it, but as time went on, it felt strange not to hear that nickname come from you to him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your eyes; he can read a lot about you just by looking at you. He loves the colour and the hold they have over him whenever he’s talking to you.

P ⇴ PDA

Again, Sungjin isn’t a massive fan of skinship, so don’t expect too much from him in terms of affection, especially in public. The most you’ll usually get from him is feeling his hand in yours, even though he doesn’t like affection, he’s still very protective of you, so likes to have a hold of your hand so he can make sure you’re beside him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Sungjin will often ask for your opinion on something that he’s been working on. When you’re in your little hub at the studio he’ll often call out your name and play you something and then ask what you think about it.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Around you, Sungjin is a pretty open book, but one thing you don’t know about him is his diary. Sometimes, he worries about scaring you off with how strong his feelings are, so instead he’ll note them down in a diary to remember how special you are. There’s definitely been a few occasions when you’ve nearly accidentally read it, but luckily Sungjin has been able to move it away quickly before you get your hands on it.

S ⇴ SEX

The two of you often switch roles, most of the time neither of you subs or doms, you just work at your own pace. He likes to be able to find your eyes during intimacy, they tell him a lot about how you’re feeling, and often reassure him that he’s doing a good job. It’s during these times when Sungjin will often tell you the most about how he feels about you, he can’t help but whisper into your ear and let you know.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He loves to text you when he sees adverts for gigs whilst he’s at work. The two of you love live music, so he’ll often see if you’re free for the night and speak to one of his managers to see if he can get two late tickets.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

For a long time, Sungjin had been a very closed book, but you’d been the one to open him up. At some point in his career, he really felt like he’d lost his way, but when he was around you, he really felt like he’d found himself again.

V ⇴ VACATION

Sungjin isn’t a huge fan of going on holiday when he has time off, instead he wants to appreciate that he has the chance to spend some time at home. With that, he’ll often invite you to go on tour with him instead, so he still has the chance to show you the world and do a bit of travelling with you amongst his schedule.

W ⇴ WHINING

If there was one thing he would never do, it’s whine. He understands that he can’t always have your attention, and that’s alright with him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Sungjin doesn’t kiss you often, so whenever he does kiss you, he expects you to savour it. He knows that you love his lips, so he loves to tease you by pressing a few feathery kisses against your skin before kissing you properly. He much prefers to receive your kisses as he finds them reassuring and comforting when he’s had a bit of a rough day. They certainly go a long way to trying to pick his mood back up when he’s down.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his soulmate; you turned his whole world upside down.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Sungjin loved to go straight to sleep when he went to bed, so he’d usually whisper a quick goodnight before falling asleep beside you. He’ll often cuddle up to you at night to make sure that you fall asleep safely and sweetly.

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