#should i tag death note too 😭 yeah

[occasionalhxhdoodles]

day 37

[tojirights]

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

Alastor with angel!reader omg. I imagine that reader was Alastor's wife back when they were alive, but didn't see eachother again after death because Alastor is in hell and reader is in heaven. I imagine that after Sir Pentious got redeemed, Sera sent reader (because she has experience with demons(? Ur choice) and Sera trusts her a lot) down to hell to investigate this 'hazbin hotel'.

a/n: AHHHH i almost didnt want to write smut into this because it was so precious 😭 ooc alastor again but its so CUTE. i added my "alastor speaks french" agenda to this as well lol.

buy me a coffee? 😇

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, fem! receiving oral

heaven was in shambles after the last extermination, no one knew what would happen next now that souls could be redeemed from hell. it was then that sera approached you in private, all but begging you to go be an "ambassador." you were hesistant at first, not only thinking that this was a lot of responsibility, but also that your... husband had to be down there. he wasn't a "good man" after all, but your heart still fluttered at the thought of seeing him once more. with a sigh, you accept sera's plea and prepare for your trip down to the hazbin hotel.

there to greet you, was charlie morningstar herself, bright eyed and bubbly just like you heard all about. she leads you into the foyer of the hotel before you stop dead in your tracks. charlie is still speaking a mile a minute in your ear, trying to welcome you as best she can, but you're not listening. your eyes meet alastor's, immediately recognizing him even in this new form of his. and when his smile almost fades, you know he recognizes you too.

there's another brief pause before you're running towards him, your wings unfurling on their own as you're quickly wrapped up in his embrace. the other inhabitants of the hotel watch, confused, seeing as alastor hasn't really let anyone but niffty get close enough to touch him, let alone embrace him. your wings fluff up and cover your faces as you lean up to kiss your estranged partner. "oohh, sweetheart.." he sighs against your lips. "its been..."

you smile between kisses, your heart racing in your chest. "too long." you finish his sentence, earning a chuckle from the demon. his lips kiss a trail to your ear, a low growl to his voice as he whispers to you. "you taste like heaven, darling." your cheeks go red, not quite prepared for such a comment, especially in front of company. "alastor!" you hiss, hitting his chest gently but he just pulls you closer in response.

finally, he addresses the group behind you who are all standing with their jaws hanging open. "now, if you're all done gawking, i believe my wife needs to be shown around..."

husk spits out his drink as alastor speaks, covering angel in alcohol. "your WHAT!?" you hide your face as calamity ensues, everyone trying to speak over eachother at the insane news. "your wife... is an angel?" charlie asks gently, trying to get to the bottom of this. "well, i couldn't have known for sure but she was always more a saint than i." alastor hums, running his hand down your back. you shudder when he touches your wings, to which he notes in his head for later.

"o-oh! well then! i guess you should show her around, yeah?" she smiles bashfully, still taken aback by everything happening since your arrival just a few minutes ago. you look up at alastor, your cheeks aching from smiling so wide. "i think i'd like that." you whisper to him, enjoying the way he pulls you closer to him. "hold on tight then, my love."

you're not sure what he means by that until you're slipping into the shadows with him. its an odd feeling, but you don't think much of it until you're reappearing in what you assume is his bedroom. alastor is careful with you, like he's afraid the wrong touch will burn you, but he craves the feeling of your bare skin against his hands more than he can admit. you smile, reaching your hands up to cup his face. "touch me, al. i'm not fragile..."

your words light a spark deep within him, forcing him to restrain himself from ripping your pretty clothes into tatters. he groans inwardly, large hands reaching around to pick you up before fumbling his way to the bed. "corrupting an angel wasn't on my bucket list until seeing you again, my dear." his tone, its not what you're used to hearing, but that gravelly undertone shoots straight through you. "oh please, you can't corrupt me more than you already have." alastor's lips find the sensitive skin of your neck and you feel him smirk.

"i hope that's not a challenge." he tests, tugging at the hem of your dress. you all but giggle, lifting up so alastor can free your body of clothes. "and what if is it?" you challenge, knowing full well that alastor wouldn't let your teasing continue without proper punishment. his eyes darken red, and there's a tinge of fear in your gut. because this may still be alastor, but its been quite a while, you don't know how he's changed.

but as he kisses down your stomach, you're reassured that the man you married is still there somewhere, underneath this 'radio demon' persona. "your lips tasted of heaven, mon amour, does this taste so sweet as well?" alastor's words alone are enough are enough to make you whimper, then the feeling of his hot breath against your clothed cunt makes your core pulse.

your hands naturally fall to the top of his head, feeling the softness of his ears and the rough points of his antlers. "c-can i..?" you start, timidly holding onto the horns. alastor's body shudders as he shoves his face into your thigh. "yes, ma chérie. please do." he breathes, tugging on the thin fabric of your panties until they rip in half.

alastor wants to be patient, wants to treat you like the angel you are, but he is a demon after all. and he hasn't gotten such a delicious meal in far too long. after he feels your grip tighten on his antlers, he lets loose his self control. his first taste of your sweet pussy sends him into a frenzy, eating you like a man starving. his tongue swipes up your slit before circling your clit in quick flicks. your legs are shaking already, breathy moans leaving your lips with reckless abandon.

there's a part of you that is concerned to be getting your cunt ate by a demon, but this demon was your husband, after all. sera made you come down here and you might as well enjoy yourself, right?

your hips arch up, craving more and more, and alastor is happy to oblige. "this is heaven, my dear. not some palace in the sky, but here, between your legs." your eyes well with tears, overwhelmed in more ways than one. every pass of his tongue has your release teetering on the edge while his sweet words make your heart flutter. its almost too much, and when alastor sucks on your clit, your walls burst.

"a-alastor i'm..." you mewl, every nerve on your body screaming as your orgasm rolls over you. you're almost sure you're hurting him by how hard you tug at his hair, but alastor doesn't stop. the intensity is something you've not experienced in many, many years, and the tears stream down your cheeks. alastor coaxes you through it, licking slow and soft circles around your sensitive bud until your shaking stops.

he's quick to climb up, wiping the tears from your puffy eyes. "such a good girl, mon amour. there's plenty more where that came from."

[milksnake-tea]

hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling 😭

tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.

edit: they've changed their user to @/yneri; if you've blocked them already, this doesn't really matter bc they're still blocked :) reminder to not engage with them, they're just looking for attention. block and ignore!

i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.

please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.

also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please 😭 we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)

reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.

first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.

as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.

for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.

and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.

notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.

honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???

and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.

these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..

now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).

and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.

so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.

but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.

plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?

again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.

not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.

also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her 😭😭 and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.

anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

social media’s in a nutshell, but the people who actually use them.

Twitter: So did I you know your an awful person?

also twitter: Racism, racism, racism, sexism, your best friend talking about a dog they saw, sexism, sexism, homophobia, homophobia, homophobia, transphobia, NSFW art from a mutual, transphobia, transphobia, and then the worst take in the history of worst takes by some 13 year old or maybe it was actually 30 something you can’t tell.

YouTube: “why YouTube has become a capitalist hellhole for anyone who dares speak about anything not consumer friendly: A video essay” 4 hours and 50 minutes long, 40,895 views.

also YouTube: “me and my friend are mermaids btw here’s how to do the mermaid spell! Easy in 1 step!” 26 minutes long.

also also YouTube: “I COMMITED TAX FRAUD AND TRIED TO OUTRUN THE AUTHORITIES CHALLENGE 24 HOUR CHALLENGE PART 1 OF 279” 10 minutes long and has almost a billion views.

also also also YouTube: “beheading” 13 minutes long, with 1,600 views.

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO YouTube: “HUGGY WUGGY TOILET NAKED VORE?” 20 minutes long, 8 million views.

4chan: be me> sexless loser> finds amazing wonderful woman who loves me for me> she’s fat> keep her until someone else comes> me and her do exercise and eat better> she becomes 100/10> gets married> has kids> love of my life>

also 4chan: ROBOTS, /B/ WE MUST UNITE THIS FUCKER BLENDERED A CAT WE MUST KILL HIM>

THAT (insert string of slurs) WILL GET WHAT’S COMING TO HIM>

FOUND HIS ADDRESS AT 404 CATBLENDER MAN STREET>

AUTHORITIES CALLED I GOT THE RSPCA AT THE HOUSE LETS GO /B/ FUCK YEAH THIS IS A WIN FOR ALL THE ROBOTS LETS GO>

also also 4chan: *the most graphic picture you have ever seen that haunts your soul and your life you will never be the same* hey /b/ look what I found>

also also also 4chan: guys, *insert the most out of pocket slur filled green post you hav ever seen* and that’s why I think (insert minority) are degenerates>

tiktok: *video of hatsune miku dancing with the caption* it’s not okay to encourage ED$ instead be kind and respectful and not be f@tphobic and @blei$t

also TikTok: *a video plays before quickly cutting out replaced with a new one* YOU ARE MAKING PEOPLE UNALIVE THEMSELVES WITH THIS TIKTOK GET HELP TRANS PEOPLE AREN’T GŘOÖMËRS AND PDFILES YOU ARE AWFUL!

also also TikTok: *a video plays of a montage of red and black text* you never saw me as real, you never saw me. I’m going to k1ll myself soon, life is too hard my parents have taken away my ps5 and my phones I am making this on my friends phone. Good bye cruel world.

also also also TikTok: *dangerous things happen in quick succession* “so that’s how you do a deep clean of your home!” comments : girly😭 NO you can’t use 🔥 on wooden floorboards 😰

comments: 💀💀💀 bro’s using chemical weapons to clean her sink💀💀💀

Comments: BLEACH IN YOUR FISHTANK? GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR BF’S DISCUS😬

comments: okay you did so many things wrong here and genuinely I’m surprised your are still alive-1

Cleangirly: no it was pretty safe idk what you mean🤷‍♀️

Comments:WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAFE? YOU SET A FIRE TO CLEAN THE FLOORBOARDS?-2

Also also also ALSO TikTok: *a video explaining why if you hate the color blue your a narcissist* yeah anyone who hates blue is a big red flag girlies

Tumblr: “guys penis” 1 million notes

also tumblr: *a long post explaining the intricacies of sexuality, sexism, the queer identity, toxic masculinity, and how colonialism and racism plays into it.* so yeah long post whoops.

reblog: *the most loaded toxic reblog you have ever seen* woman should all be killed.

reblog: *starts out making some form of sense then devolves* ALL MEN ARE RAPISTS AND SHOULD BE PUT TO DEATH NOW

reblog: *a story relating heavily to the post, which makes the original post better by its addition* so yeah some other re blogs are missing the point but you really put my experience into words thank you <3

reblog: *a picture of the tags filled with the weirdest take you have ever seen* Uhh who are you and can you leave tumblr? Thanks?

also also tumblr: gifly the gif, share gifly the gif because look at him *mindbogglingly fast images flash*

Quora: “why is the sky blue?”

answer 1: because god made it that way in his infinite wisdom

answer 2: because *long winded but concise explanation on how it works* I have a doctorate in this subject.

awnser 3: Long story short, it’s not blue it’s the ozone or something.

Facebook: “meemaw want to add you as a friend” *presses yes, anyone you have ever known tangentially appears in the Facebook friends page*

Also Facebook: “Gerald is my husband who I love”

Comments: that’s nice Geraldine, happy anniversary

Comments: *long winded conspiracy theory* that’s why the illegals want to rule the world and destroy us all

also also also Facebook: *random 5minute crafts video* TOP TEN LIFE HACKS FOR COOKING!

comments: oh what an amazing video! -Geraldine

comments: YOU CAN MAKE THE POPPED CORN WITH A COKA COLA CAN?

comments: I am showing this to my dear wife Geraldine. -Gerald

omegle: *video starts live-streaming and you see an older man’s cock* “…” “…” “you 13?” “…” *ends chat*

also Omegle: *you and a guy talk for ages* that was awesome here’s my socials! See you soon friend!

reddit: “why the Reddit mods are power hungry” *it is a screenshot of a screenshot talking about mod abuse.* “REDDIT WANTS US SILENT WE MUST FIGHT!” *deleted post*

also Reddit: “top ten anime wifus in (PEDO BAIT SHOW) and why I’d fuck them”

also also Reddit: “how do you fix a bolted screw valve on a pressure cooker…”

Vine: *5 seconds of comedy*

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 22 word dump

shortening the title cus it’s a pain to write over and over, full title in the tags, link to chapter below cut (as if ppl other than the author themselves will look at this but hey)

very much a word dump i have no idea what’s going on below this cut it’s 4am im tired

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i read every single chapter out loud to myself- i like to pretend i’m an english teacher reading the assigned story of the quarter to their students and then i give an oscar worthy performance with the dialogue

ALSO GOSUKU TAG HAS BEEN ADDED FOLKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah dr sato as you should lmao honestly i’d dedicate my entire work hours to these two mfs

“After all, she has a feeling their story is still far from over. Who knows what else may be lurking beneath the surface.” girl this is 16 yrs of LORE of course it’s not over 😭 they got BAGGAGE

4 yrs old, born 2007, we’re at 2011 now, gojo is around 22 yrs old (note for me)

OH RIGHT YUUJI WAS MANIFESTED THRU MAGIC LMAO OFC HE DOESNT HAVE DOCUMENTS

“Yuuji doesn’t have a last name.” A

oh my gkd giggling sukuna having beef w the cheater, got into indoor cycling just to best her love that for him 

also love chismosa ‘kuna, telling gojo abt the tea, kettle and all, even giving him a real time show 

“In a feat of superhuman strength-“ LMAO

god im cryimg are those full coherent sentences ??? OJ GODKM GONSN FCRUY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YUUJIIIIIIIIIII a hundred billions hours oh ur so silly

teehee their son, our son, such subtle changes in the writing but it says so much 🥹

AWHSGAFAHAGDIS I KNEW HE WAS GONNA GET THE ITADORI SURNAME IM SO HAPPY FOR WASUKE HE DESERVES HIS SURNAME TAKEN BY HIS GRANDSON OH THE JOY 

god im sorry i just bursted out laughing while i was reading i couldnt help but think of the memes WHAHSDJ dad i frew up 

damn he didn’t return the handshake that’s actually so crazy

YUUJI THROWS UP ON HIS DESK OH SHITTF AAAAAAAA DESERVED SCREW YOU PRINCIPAL IVE BEEN GIVING A SINISTER BRITISH ACCENT TO

i initially thought it was mainly about sukuna’s “tattoos” that the first two schools were wary about, but i forget that, to others, they’re a queer family and definitely back then, it still wasn’t socially accepted. not sure why it didn’t cross my mind, especially with a conservative country like japan, but i’m glad there’s some light to it as a part of the challenges they go through while navigating their relationship and their lives.

HELLO WE’RE NOT JUSY GONNA BRUSH OVER THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A SECOND TIME THEY KISSED WITHIN THOSE 4 YEARS WTF DID I FORGET THIS ???? (after chapter note: OK COOL I WASNT FORGETTING THINGS LMAO oh please i gotta see what this infamous incident may be pleaseeeeeeee)

oooooooh the romance is really slow cooking goodness my favorite om nom nomnomnom

ohhhhhh my heart….what are you doing to me, weiserr……wholesome cute family moment…….my cause of death indeed

AWWWW AN ADMINISTRATIVE BODY THAT ACTUALLY CARES FOR THEIR STUDENTS’S WELL BEINGS LETS GOOOOOOO

after chapter thoughts:

MY MOM HAS A PELOTON BIKE TOO AHAHAHAHA LOVE MORE OF ‘KUNA IN HIS MOM ERA

imagine if they came across toji dropping off megumi at school or smth (yknow if mamaguro is still alive and their lives are good), i cant even imagine the animosity gojo and sukuna would have towards him

“heyyyy guys sorry i tried to kill you and your son back then crazy times huh”

his new friend is junpei bet (watch me be wrong)

[stvrdrops]

I had an Idea of like the plus sized Y/N going on a joint trip with shuriri and Ayo and Aneka and the readers ex comes and they try to get back on good terms with Y/N but she didn’t want that because of the trauma they gave Y/N basically what I’m trying to say is like could u base the one shot off the movie “Why did I get married” by Tyler perry bc I feel like I couldn’t word this right😭

OMGSHDUSJ the way i just watched this movie a couple weeks ago, i can def try to write this for you.

not sure which tags to use for this but ima do like a little imagine so i hope that’s okay (*´∇｀*) this is for a fem!reader

note : i’m so sorry i didn’t realize i never posted this and it’s been in my drafts 😭😭

“i know that is not who i think it is…” riri said as her girlfriend shuri held onto her tight. they had been sitting by the couch drinking wine and playing some stupid american game you had recommended called cards against humanity. aneka and riri found the game hilarious but ayo and shuri could not believe the vulgar things they were seeing.

“hey y’all…” a familiar voice said from behind you.

immediately the wine glass in your hand slipped right through your fingers and onto the floor. when the glass shattered it made a loud crack and the red spilled out everywhere.

“oh god im so sorry…” you speak as you attempt to clean up the glass, cutting your hand in the process.

“let me help you with that—“

“i do not think so.” ayo said, standing up and quickly positioning herself in a dora stance.

“if she wants my help then i’ll help her. besides it’s the nice thing to do.”

shuri scoffs as she ushered riri to go help clean the glass up, “you weren’t very nice when you constantly ridiculed y/n about her weight. even though she is perfect just the way she is. you are far too egotistical to look past that and see her beautiful personality.”

you can’t help but blush out of thankfulness at your friend’s words. it made you feel amazing knowing that these girls thought of you that way. it made you feel like you could be comfortable with yourself after all those years of thinking you were wrong for looking the way you do, when maybe your ex was the one really in the wrong.

“yeah well obviously i see where i went wrong. we had this vacation planned before we broke up, i payed my part of it. i should be able to enjoy it with her.”

“we will refund you whatever you spent for the trip. we are much better off without you here to spoil it.”

your ex laughs, “it’s a couples retreat. surely she doesn’t wanna be surrounded by you guys with no significant other.”

“actually i do.” you speak up for the first time. you had to let her get a piece of your mind. “i want you to go and i never want to see you again after this, do you hear me? you and me are done and will forever be done. this relationship i’ve had with you is more over now than it’s ever been. i’d like for you to leave.”

your ex looks around the room at all of the women now giving her death stares. her body language says that she’s nervous but her ego won’t let her show it in her words.

“fine.” she picks up her bags, “i’ll go.”

you all watch as she heads through the front door, huffing and puffing under her breathe. you can’t help but be proud of yourself for standing up to someone you’ve never been able to. it’s like starting a new chapter for yourself, and that’s a great feeling.

your friends all surround you in a great big hug and praise you for standing up for yourself. you don’t need a girlfriend when you’ve got plenty right here who love you just the way you are!

note : sorry it’s a little short i’m just not used to writing things like this (*´∇｀*)

[todayisafridaynight]

NOOOO RIGHT 'CAUSE LIKE... the way the Arakawa Family specialize in faking deaths already, I'm sure Jo was so on top of everything. And who better to walk Masato through it right... flight's the perfect time to get started if it's gonna take like fourteen hours...

BUT YES. YEAH. Like The Day Of he's just paralyzed with worry and caught between wanting to do something and not wanting to go against Aoki... maybe at most he chances calling Arakawa telling him to be careful, because that's not too conspicuous given his role in the dissolution, but Arakawa just gives him the old I'll Be Fine Worry About Yourself... and, you know, why shouldn't he; they've always had their enemies and he's Arakawa the Assassin, he can handle himself... he can let himself have that fleeting hope, but deep down... and THEN he finds out and has to act like he didn't mean anything to him and has to go back to his duties like nothing happened... OUGH

Can I just say. Literally such an insane fucking series of scenes in Coin Locker Baby. Because you get Jo's despondence when he's saying he might have killed Arakawa--he's being a bitch to provoke Ichiban into a fight, but it's also an admission his inaction played a part, isn't it... and then you get him expressing that he's familiar with Ichiban's need to protect Arakawa... and then you get the sheer desperation and insistence in his voice when he says he could never kill him... and then you get--I'm not totally sure how clear it is in English--but you get him actively saying his feelings go deeper than Ichiban's without really explaining how... and then you get the tinge of fondness when he's thinking back on the old days when Arakawa lived up to his name... Like. Why Did They Do That. Any Of That.

ALSO. GOD. I've gotten so much shit the past couple days because I said I want to lock Jo, Kume, and Tendo in a room for five minutes For My Entertainment. Reading those tags felt like coming home honestly 😭 Like, even Ichi was ready to kill someone over Arakawa, and Jo was out here threatening to disembowel people [in the dub]. And I Think They Should Be Allowed To. As A Treat. So FOR REAL the biggest "I'm so glad we get to talk" 😭😭😭

On that note genuinely so funny that I took an extra ten minutes re-rendering the video because I forgot to put the "flashback" part in Arakawa's subtitles at first but then nobody read it 😭

But it's also something I've been mulling over because I'm delusional. Getting actors as high-profile as Nakai and Takei back for just A Flashback is kinda crazy to me because Arakawa and Jo's screen-time took up a full four percent of the entire game [over ten percent of the cutscenes] originally. But then if it's multiple flashbacks equivalent to that... what exactly is going on here that the past is so intertwined...

And Because My Brain Is Evil there is the fact that technically speaking, Yokoyama only said that line was from a flashback, and specified Arakawa wouldn't be appearing in the main story. Now of course a normal person would interpret that as him reassuring the audience he won't appear in any present-day scenes, but part of me was like. Oh So A Side Story Is On The Table [<- it's not it's fucking not it will not be in a million years]

JUST. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS COOKING WHY IS THE KITCHEN DOOR CLOSED WHY ARE THE WINDOWS BLACKED OUT

ANYWAYS that's enough from me for today I am [as always] glad you enjoyed One Missed Call and Kyouen, ABSOLUTE bangers

YAYA THATS WHAT IM SAYIN YOU GET IT. UNSURPRISINGLY BUT YOU GET IT ಥ▽ಥ

no but thats what i MEAN like i already was jokin with myself like 'jo and arakawa probably had A Thing right lmao' BUT THEN THE WAY JO TALKED BOUT ARAKAWA AND OBVI THE GENERAL FACT HE COULDNT KILL HIM REALLY JUST MADE ME (。・∀・??) AND REAALLLY LOOK AT EM CLOSER THE SECOND TIME AROUND like genuinely for what. it will fuck me up until i'm dead and gone SOOO unnecessary and yet they did it..

wack that people wouldnt want to see kume and tendo stuck in a room with jo like. from what i know everyone is a part of the We Hate Kume gang so. cmon. kume will be shredded into candy floss within five minutes. it'll be fun (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

OK BUT NAKAI AND TSUTSUMI'S STATUS WAS A BIG REASON WHY I DIDNT THINK ARAKAWA NOR JO WOULD BE BACK FOR LAD8 THAT'S SO VALID TO CONSIDER THAT its that idea that just has me especially wondering what the plan is. im not expecting them to have MAJOR parts (or in arakawa's case too many flashback segments) but they MUST have a SUBSTANTIAL amount to warrant bringing them back right..

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Home Calls the Heart

Summary: Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

chapter: three

Word Count: 6.2k

rating: T (mentions of death and mental illness/depression, a brief moment of social etiquette cringe from reader, who is too awkward for life)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

Author’s Note: Hello everyone, it’s been some time since the last update and I apologize about that but appreciate the patience. The taglist has grown considerably longer so I put it at the bottom. There are about 6 slots left open, but to keep it from getting to be a mile long I will close it down when I hit 50 people. Sorry in advance that I accidentally ended up back on my angst BS again this chap. Next one will likely be fluffier. 😭

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There was an undeniable awkwardness in the air, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel she was entirely to blame. Maybe she should have been more insistent about declining Taehyung’s offer to meet his family. It was evident to her now that they were indeed completely blindsided, though no one was overtly rude about her crashing their dinner.

On the contrary, the black-haired man who had taken one look at her and then fussed to get her a hot cup of tea was trying to make light conversation as he put the finishing touches on the evening meal.

Yoongi— the mountain lion, and Jimin and Taehyung’s hyung— had mostly focused on silently helping him after he shooed off Taehyung and told him to go let the others he had worried know he was back.

Jimin had cast her a small smile and a wave before joining the golden retriever. Which left (Y/N) with the two older men, sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar and feeling painfully in the way despite being physically well removed from the spot they were cooking in.

“Warming up any?” asked the broad-shouldered man, peeking at her from over said shoulder.

(Y/N) was quick to nod, now realizing just how lost she had been in her steaming cup of liquid. “Oh, um yeah, it’s doing the job really well.” She licked her lips, tasting the honey and chamomile of the tea, “Thank you.”

“That’s good. Let me know if you want more. It was probably freezing out there for you in just that sweater.” She had assumed that all of the others Taehyung lived with were hybrids as well, but to be completely honest, she had no idea what species of hybrid this man could be at a glance. And it was far from appropriate to ask when they had only just met.

“Taehyung let me borrow his scarf too.” She put in feebly, shrugging a little bashfully. (Y/N) had never planned to trek through the snow in such flimsy covering, but she had, and she felt foolish for it.

For the first time since resuming his spot next to the other man, Yoongi looked up and scoffed. “Which did exactly what for you? What you needed were layers.”

He was right, of course, but (Y/N) felt a little rankled by his tone. Was he blaming her or was he just gruff by nature?

“I’m sure she didn’t expect our pup to ambush her like that. You know how headstrong and impulsive Tae can be. Then there’s that big blue puppy eyed thing to contend with. It’s not a fair playing field.”

“Right?” (Y/N) agreed, happy someone was aware of the power of that puppy eye agenda. “I don’t think I stood a chance.”

“Try living with him.” He laughed, his full lips pulled into a bright smile. (Y/N) smiled too, a little bit of her nervousness melting away. His dark eyes twinkled, seeming to deem her reaction as a positive response, until something dawned on him. The loud gasp that came from him had Yoongi nearly losing his grip on the handle of the wok he was cooking with.

He gave the black-haired man a glare that went unnoticed. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself in all this.” He frowned, placing a hand to his chest. “I’m Seokjin, or just Jin. The charming one.” Much to her amusement, he brought his thumb and index finger up to his chin, pushing his lips out a little and wiggling his eyebrows.

(Y/N) wanted to introduce herself as an automatic response, but she was pretty positive he had heard the other boys say her name already. Still, it didn’t hurt to be polite. “(L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you.” She giggled. “And sorry for turning up unannounced.”

“It’s alright,” Seokjin reassured her, staring down at the meat he had been preparing and then nodding in satisfaction. It smelled heavenly, and despite (Y/N) not wanting to intrude on their dinner, she couldn’t deny that if offered a plate, she would probably eat. From what she could tell they were having stir fried rice and lamb skewers. “It’s not the first time Tae’s gone out and brought a friend back.”

(Y/N) tilted her head curiously at that, hoping the mysterious dog hybrid wasn’t collecting strangers at the park whenever the mood arose. Someone was going to assume he was a kidnapper.

“He brings home injured animals that need looking after every once in a while.” Yoongi clarified. “A whole human is a different story.”

(Y/N) once again felt somewhat unwanted, playing with her empty cup, unsure what to say.

“Don’t mind him, he gets a little flustered with company if he feels unprepared.” Jin rolled his eyes. “He’s probably nervous about you liking his cooking.”

(Y/N) wasn’t so sure it was that simple, but before Yoongi could reply, someone gave an exaggerated sniff, groaning as he sauntered into the kitchen area. “Ohh, lamb’s on the menu tonight.” The girl turned in her seat, trying not to stare too openly as yet another handsome hybrid showed up. In spite of her crappy best efforts, he caught her looking, staring back with intrigued brown eyes. “Hi, TaeTae’s guest, right?”

(Y/N) swallowed, her mouth dry at the warmth he oozed, barely managing a nod. He was wearing a baggy white t-shirt, black joggers and socks with matching slides. His hair—an interesting mixture of rust brown with some intermittent streaks of gray—looked soft, parted in a fringe that showed his forehead.

(Y/N) had never given a great deal of thought about how attractive a forehead could be, but here she was, checking one out. “I’m Hoseok, everybody’s hope.” he winked, two pointed canine ears flicking up. “Including yours now.” Despite his casual greeting, the position of his ears would suggest he was equal parts curious and alert. She couldn’t exactly blame him when a new face showed up unexpectedly in his space.

“(Y-Y/N)…” she waved stiffly, mentally smacking herself for being such an introverted dork at times. Hoseok only grinned a little wider, leaving her awed that his lips naturally formed the shape of a heart when his perfect white teeth were on display.

“Hobi here is our happy pill.” Jin said proudly. “It’s hard to be grumpy with him around. Right, Yoongi-yah?”

Yoongi grumbled something unintelligible, but his eyes were noticeably softer the minute he saw Hoseok, so there was definitely some credence to Jin’s claim.

“I heard a little already from Jimin,” Hoseok said, skirting around behind where she was seated and into the kitchen. “But Taehyung latched onto you at the park, huh?” He reached up into a cabinet and handed Jin a platter. (Y/N) tried not to stare too much as the man piled the plate high with perfectly browned meat.

“Something like that…I was having lunch and I noticed a really pretty golden retriever that was unaccompanied wandering around. When he came over to me I just felt for him I guess,” (Y/N) toyed with an old ring on her pinkie finger, one that had once belonged to her mother. “No one likes being out in the cold all alone.”

(Y/N) wasn’t entirely sure if she was speaking about Taehyung or herself there. It wasn’t a stretch to say her mind was muddled when the hybrid had come trotting over to her.

“You have to admit, following a hybrid you don’t even know back home is kind of risky.” Hoseok tilted his head, eyebrows pulling up as if he was trying to discern what would make her do it.

“We’re nice people,” Seokjin huffed, making quick work of setting the table once Yoongi scraped the rice out of the pan. “(Y/N)’s got nothing to worry about.”

“Not like she knew that when she walked through the door though,” Yoongi turned to her. “In the future, be a little more cautious, for your own sake. The last I checked, small humans like yourself are fragile.”

It sounded well-meaning enough, like concern, in his own way. So (Y/N) chose to take it as a friendly(ish) reminder. “Not that fragile…” she sniffed. “I took a few years of jiu jitsu as a kid. I was a purple belt.”

The feline hybrid stared blankly, as if silently asking what that was supposed to mean to him exactly. Flustered, (Y/N)’s chest deflated, “Right, noted. I’ll be better about paying attention to my surroundings in the future.”

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok sang out, “How about we lay off a little. She’s a guest. No need to go scaring her off, hyung.” In a move that looked incredibly brave from (Y/N)’s vantage point, Hoseok playfully leaned into Yoongi’s face, squishing his cheeks together until they resembled dumplings. For a fleeting second, (Y/N) wanted to coo. At Yoongi. The grumbly, so-far-solemn mountain lion.

His long tail came up, lightly slapping against Hoseok’s wrist, making the other man step back with a fond smile. “Just call the rest, would you? Tell them food’s done.”

“On it!” Hoseok bounced away with a cute little smile and a salute. Jin shook his head, but there was nothing but affection on his face.

“(Y/N), grab a seat,” He pulled out a chair, beckoning her over to the table. (Y/N) blinked, a little surprised. If anything, she would have expected to eat at the counter. There was plenty of space. What if by sitting at the table, she took someone’s seat? No way she was about to put someone out when these men had already let her come in out of the cold, despite her being a total stranger.

Seeming to notice her dilemma, Jin’s eyes grew warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry about taking someone’s spot.” The rectangular table had eight chairs set around it, all of the places set except the seat at the head, something she didn’t feel comfortable commenting on. “Our youngest is probably going to eat upstairs again tonight,” Jin sounded a little disappointed by the prospect, but that too was something (Y/N) was hardly going to pry about. Some people didn’t do well with surprises, like unexpected company at dinner. Who was she to subject someone antisocial or painfully shy to her presence?

Slowly, she slid from her stool at the counter, clutching her empty teacup until Seokjin noticed she still had it. “Oh here,” he took it from her, setting it in the sink, probably thinking he was being nice. Little did he know that the teacup and its happy bunny pattern had been something to physically cling onto, keeping her nerves at bay just slightly.

“Thanks,” she said, not wanting to explain that. (Y/N) took the seat she was directed to, her stomach giving an involuntary gurgle with the meat and bell pepper skewers right in front of her eyes. The rice accompanying the protein and veggies cooked to perfection too.

“Poor thing, you sound hungry.”

(Y/N) blushed. Of course Jin would have heard it. Which meant he was a hybrid after all then. Yoongi likely heard it too. He just didn’t deem it worth commenting on, taking his spot diagonal from hers across the table. Thundering footsteps kept there from being a need for strained attempts at conversation (luckily), Jin’s handsome features puckering into a sour expression as several boys slid through the door all at once, nearly toppling each other over. “Yah, have you all lost your minds, running in my kitchen?”

A chorus of “Sorry hyung,” in different voices had (Y/N) smiling to herself as they filed through the kitchen with more composure. Taehyung made a beeline for her as soon as he saw her, his tail wagging as he plopped down beside her, their shoulders brushing.

His eagerness to be near her eased her nerves just a little, making her feel less awkward as the rest of the hybrids filed in. There was only one she didn’t think she had met, a tall, tanned hybrid with dark rectangular ears similar to Hoseok’s, if not slightly larger. They met eyes, (Y/N) getting swept into his deep, inquisitive gaze.

“Joon-hyung, this is (Y/N).” Jimin introduced, also finding his place at the table. The avian hybrid looked very cozy in a striped long-sleeved shirt that fell over his hands, baggy sweatpants nearly covering his bare feet. From so close, she found his wings twice as gorgeous as before. Such a striking shade of cobalt blue, every feather groomed just so as the feathery appendages stayed tucked against his back. She had never seen a winged hybrid before, come to think of it. A slew of questions she was too shy to ask stayed balanced on the tip of her tongue. Were his wings heavy? Did he have to clean them in a special way? Was it uncomfortable keeping them tucked in like that?

All of these things were pushed to the wayside when she realized the hybrid she didn’t know was talking to her. “Nice to meet you,” he nodded at her, voice deep and expression cordial. “I’m Namjoon.”

“Hi Namjoon,” she swallowed, not sure why her palms felt a bit sweaty. It was probably just that he had such a commanding presence, though she wasn’t uncomfortable. “Likewise.”

As he made his way toward a seat at the table, his black and silver tail swept out when he turned, knocking into and nearly turning over a cup full of liquid there. Only Hoseok’s fast reflexes saved it, Namjoon whirling around with a small gasp, eyes startled and then sheepish. “Oh I…I didn’t mean to do that.” He muttered, causing the man beside him to laugh brightly, patting his arm. “We know, Joonie.”

“Just sit down.” Yoongi clicked his tongue.

The burly hybrid quickly lowered into his seat, looking as though he was trying not to draw further attention to himself. His shoulders were hunched in and his ears were down as he picked up his cup with concentration and took a delicate sip. (Y/N) softened, his display of clumsiness cutting his intimidation factor cleanly in half. Besides, they had only just met, and he hadn’t done anything to her besides tell her his name. The young woman mentally scolded herself for letting her nerves get the best of her.

Jin whisked by out of the kitchen holding a plate of food. “I’ll take Jungkook his dinner.” He announced, “There better be enough for me when I get back! And (Y/N) be sure to go ahead and dig in. You have to be quick when you’re eating with a bunch of animals.”

She blinked, “Okay…”

“I’ll help you,” Taehyung offered, taking her plate for her and beginning to put rice on it. He added three lamb skewers to it and presented the food to her with proud eyes.

“T-Thanks, it looks great.” (Y/N) directed the compliment at Yoongi as she carefully took the plate. He nodded silently, eating the fruits of his and Seokjin’s labor.

Although she readied her chopsticks, (Y/N) still paused, having the sense of having barged in on their quiet family meal, despite the circumstances that had brought her to their doorstep.

“Everything okay?” It was Jimin who’d asked, tilting his head in her direction curiously as he bit into the skewer of lamb in his hand.

It felt like all eyes drifted her way, and (Y/N) bobbed her head in a nod, clearing her throat. “Uh it’s just that,” she laughed nervously. “I’m a vegetarian.”

All the sounds of activity around the table stopped, the hybrids staring with bulging eyes, except Yoongi, who lifted a brow.

“She can’t eat this, hyung,” Taehyung reached for her plate, expression serious. “What else do we have that’s—”

Before he could completely tug it away, (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, wincing. “Sorry, sorry. That was just…it was a really crappy attempt at a joke. I’m not a vegetarian. I’m just an awkward dumbass that didn’t know how to explain I was too nervous to take a bite. I didn’t know what to say and I blurted that out, so just…sorry.”

As the hybrids processed her words, everyone sank back into their chairs, panic fading. “Some joke.” Yoongi huffed.

“So…you like bad jokes?” Taehyung asked thoughtfully. “How do you feel about puns?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “I’m not eggxactly opposed to a good one.”

Several of the men groaned, Hoseok chuckling across the table from her. “Oh, Jin’s gonna be over the moon excited.”

Any lingering awkwardness and tension died down, the sounds of eating filling the room. Taking that as her cue, (Y/N) tentatively dug in, feeling self-conscious even as the others around her ate heartily. That first bite of the tender lamb was like her tongue being serenaded by the perfect blend of flavors. It had been so long since she’d had any, especially seasoned to perfection. Her pleasure must have been written clearly across her face, the tip of her a finger startling her as it poked her bulging cheek. Taehyung watched her in amusement, a knowing look in his eyes. “Good, right?”

“Uh-huh,” If there was one thing bound to make her lose any bashfulness with new people, it was great tasting food. “So good,” Was she drooling? Hopefully not. It was the kind of meal that tasted so amazing that it was tempting to go for another big bite before the first had even been chewed and swallowed. “Compliments to the chefs.”

“You like it?” Jin had stepped back into the kitchen, sans the plate he had been carrying, at that exact moment. “It’s nothing much really.”

“Listen to him, pretending to be modest.” Namjoon smirked. “We all know you’re proud of your cooking, hyung. Well, (Y/N) didn’t, but now she does.”

“Aish,” Jin scolded, “Don’t tell on your hyung! People like a little feigned modesty every now and then.”

(Y/N) found herself further relaxed, taking a sip of the juice she’d been given. Taehyung sighed happily, “This is going better than I thought it would. See, (Y/N)? Everything’s fine.”

“Speaking of (Y/N), not to put you on the spot, but I still have a few questions.” Namjoon spoke again, and the girl urged him to go on with a nod. “When did you meet Taehyung? I thought we knew all of his friends, and most are, well…hybrids.”

Taking her time wiping sauce from the corner of her mouth, (Y/N) tried to formulate a proper answer, sensing that more than just Namjoon was curious about her. “I was having lunch by myself in the park earlier today, and I noticed a pretty dog walking around, looking for someone to play with.”

Yoongi fixed Taehyung with a pointed stare at this. “Wandering up to strangers without wearing your collar? Do you realize what the consequences of pulling a stunt like that could be?”

Taehyung’s ears folded down against his fluffy hair, avoiding his hyung’s eyes. “It was the easiest test I could think of to find a nice human. I figured I’d know a good one when I found them,”

“Why were you looking for a ‘nice human’?” Hoseok prodded, shooting (Y/N) a quick smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Whatever kind of animal instincts he had, they seemed to be on alert in regards to her. “Not that you don’t seem like one.”

“No, no I get it,” (Y/N) assured, putting a bit more rice in her mouth. “I turned up at your house kinda suddenly.”

“Answer the question, pup.” Yoongi said.

(Y/N) could feel Jimin tense up beside her, his wings making a quiet sound as he shuffled in his seat.

“I wanted…to find one who’d be willing to join our family.” He confessed. “Nothing’s been the same without Gramps.” His deep voice cracked, raw with emotion. “So I just thought maybe…”

“…Are you serious?” Yoongi said. (Y/N) had been staring at her plate, but she risked a peek in his direction, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Those limpid feline eyes, so green, were shiny with emotion. Rage? Sadness? Shock? All of the above? It was hard to say. “He’s been dead one fucking week, and you bring someone home with the intention of replacing him, without even consulting us?”

Just like that, all the tension taut enough to steal the air from her lungs was back. Taehyung looked ready to get up as Yoongi made to leave the table. “Hyung, it’s not like that—”

Yoongi rounded on him with startling grace. “Then tell me what it is like, Taehyung.” The big cat demanded. “Tell me what was going through your head, to feel the need to rush out and drag home some weird girl, sit her down at our table, and tell us this out of the blue.”

(Y/N) couldn’t look at a single one of them. Hearing that she had been brought to visit so soon after what sounded like a severe loss made her feel immensely guilty. The eighth spot that wasn’t set, Taehyung’s loneliness and sadness when she touched him, the wariness some of the hybrids displayed towards her. It all made sense. They were fresh in their mourning, and here she was, an intruder who had no right to be among them.

“You’ve got to admit, you didn’t think it out.” Hoseok’s voice wasn’t as sharp as Yoongi’s, but it caused her to flinch nonetheless. There was an undercurrent of disappointment that ate into (Y/N) even if it might not have been directed at her. “Gramps was…he was an amazing human. We all know that. What other person would be crazy enough and compassionate enough to take in a group like us, and raise us like his own kids?”

“I’m not trying to replace him at all!” Taehyung sounded so desperate for them to understand, his words pleading. “I swear I’m not. I know how much he meant to us,” he was starting to tear up, his pain, all their pain making (Y/N) rub at her chest. Sometimes, when animals in the vicinity were hurting enough, she didn’t need to touch them to feel their emotions. Apparently it was the same for hybrids. The grief all of them had over their departed caregiver was obvious, a palpable weight in her chest. “He saved me that day…he meant everything to me too.” As he broke down, scrubbing at his eyes as he began to sob, Jimin stood, walking around (Y/N)’s seat and encircling him in a fierce hug, his wings spreading a little to shelter his friend.

“Did you know?”

The tight, raspy voice belonging to Yoongi startled her from her dazed state of silence.

“Did I…know?” She croaked.

“That he wanted you to join our family? Did you know we’d only just lost our human?” He clarified. “I thought it was weird, you just up and following our pup home. I know Tae’s charming, but it was so abrupt.”

Throat itching, wrapped up in all the melancholy that had overtaken the six of them, (Y/N) felt the need to speak up, explain her side of things. She hadn’t meant to be hurt them, wasn’t trying to be complicit in rubbing salt in what she now knew to only be a week old wound. From losing Ha-Kun, (Y/N) was perfectly aware that the loss of someone dear took much, much longer to start closing than that. Right now their anguish was an exposed nerve, and she had stepped on it.

“I…um, yeah.” (Y/N) admitted, sounding tiny even to herself. But, undoubtedly they heard her just fine. “He told me not long after we met.” Yoongi’s features curled in disdain. “But I didn’t come here because I agreed.” she rushed to add, “It’s not because I’m trying to replace anyone. I would never diminish the grief you must all be feeling by assuming I could come in and sweep away the memory of a man who was clearly very dear to you all.”

“It’s not…not (Y/N)’s fault…” Taehyung lifted his face from Jimin’s neck to explain. “I was pushy. M’ sorry hyungs…Jiminie…I didn’t think about your feelings. And I’m sorry to you too, (Y/N), for dragging you into this.” He whimpered, and without thinking too much, (Y/N) reached over and placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

“Well, I still agreed to come home with you, didn’t I?” she mumbled. “I thought I could help you deal with some of that pain I felt, but that might have been really presumptuous of me. I didn’t even know the full situation.” Rising to her feet, she bowed deeply to all of them. “I can’t thank any of you enough for letting me into your home, and even feeding me. I think I’ve done enough harm, though. I should go.”

“No!” Taehyung cried, snagging her sleeve as she pushed in her chair.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry, but I—”

“Wait,” Namjoon’s commanding tone was enough to halt her in her tracks. “What did you mean when you said some of the pain you felt?”

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized her slip. Not that her power was anything she necessarily hid. But it also wasn’t something she went around volunteering at random. However, given that it was largely responsible for how she had ended up in her current predicament, maybe it was best to come completely clean.

“Oh, that’s because I kinda…have a special ability.” Her eyes darted from one male to the next, gauging their general reaction. “You know, magic. Empathic magic. Since I was little, I’ve been able to feel and understand the emotions of animals.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, “We’re not—”

“And hybrids too, I think.”

“So when we met at the park…” Taehyung was clearly beginning to piece it together. “You…you…”

“I felt what you did.” (Y/N) confirmed, a warm tear sliding from her eye.“I couldn’t leave you like that, so I told myself whatever I could do to step in and help, I would. I kind of do it for a living. I’m an animal behaviorist. I try to help animals express themselves and guide people towards understanding their emotions.”

“I’ve read about humans like you.” Namjoon informed her. “They’re pretty rare these days. Only something like one in every two hundred thousand has a gift, right?”

“Something like that.” (Y/N) said lightly, gripping the back of her chair hard, instincts still urging her to run away. “I’ve never met anyone else with a gift in my life, to be honest.” Pausing, she considered another possibility, “Or maybe I have, and they were being discreet.”

“Either way, none of us have ever met someone like you before.” Hoseok said.

“Yep, I’m not a garden-variety weirdo.” she joked weakly. “I’m a rare weirdo.”

That broke the tension, just a little, several of the hybrids staring in soft amusement. “Anyway, I’m really sorry for any trouble I might’ve caused, and sorry for making dinner…this.” she gestured around. “I uh, my condolences too, for your loss.”

“Thank you.” Seokjin smiled.

(Y/N) scrambled away from the table, heart hammering as she felt Taehyung’s burning stare follow her. ‘I know I gave up before I even tried. I’m sorry I let you believe I was someone special who could help.’

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the golden retriever—who looked every bit the kicked puppy—that called out to her first.

“(Y/N), hold on.” Jin approached slowly, as if trying not to corner a startled animal. She blinked. Wow, she must look really uncomfortable and desperate to escape. “How far away do you live? There’s supposed to be a cold front with heavier snowfall coming tonight. If you plan to walk, then I’m going to have to put my foot down.”

Walking back to the parking lot to retrieve her car was exactly what she had planned to do. “I’m sure it’s not too bad.” She tried, but the older man was having none of it.

“It’s too dangerous, and you don’t even have a proper coat or boots.” Seokjin disputed, “You aren’t going.”

“Listen to Jin,” Yoongi huffed. “If you think you caused so much trouble now, think of how much more you’d be causing if you went out in that storm and got lost or froze to death. This one’s already about to cry.” He pointed to Taehyung, who indeed appeared ready to shed tears.

“Stay the night.” Jin offered, patting her shoulder. “I’m sure Tae would like that.”

Taehyung’s tail was wagging hard, his sterling blue eyes hopeful as he remained beside Jimin. “C’mon (Y/N), at least until the storm passes?”

(Y/N) mentally weighed her options, glancing out the kitchen window to see the snow coming down in a flurry. No way would she be able to see to make it back to her car safely. It would be just fine parked where it was overnight. No one was going to risk getting buried in the snow to go bother it. “You make a tempting offer gentlemen,” she finally conceded. “I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Now that that’s sorted out, everybody sit down.” Jin ordered, shooing everyone who had stood back toward the table. “If my cooking isn’t appreciated, I’ll be the next person crying.”

Taehyung maintained a firm grip on one of her hands throughout the rest of the meal, but after the dramatic turn things had taken there, the empath couldn’t find it in herself to complain.

~~

“Seriously, I don’t have any trouble sleeping on the couch downstairs.” (Y/N) uselessly repeated for the fourth time. It was pointless, because Seokjin was hearing none of it.

“Oh hush,” he rolled his eyes. “The couch is alright for naps, but it can get a little drafty down there in the winter. I could turn on the fireplace,” he considered, turning down the sheets. “But wouldn’t you rather be nice and cozy up here?” The man, who she had found out was also a bird hybrid, patted the bed enticingly.

“It looks amazing, especially after the long day I’ve had, don’t get me wrong,” (Y/N) assured him, “It’s just…this is clearly someone’s bedroom.” The space was far too lived in to think otherwise. There was an open sketchbook with doodles on the writing desk near the bedroom’s window, and a vintage camera close to it. Whoever owned the device knew what they were doing, a cork board of pinned photos of happy smiling faces and serene skylines displayed there. Not to mention the partially opened closet full of male clothes and the set of weights in the corner. “Where are they going to sleep?”

“Jungkookie? Don’t worry about him. He’s sleeping down the hall tonight anyway.” Jin explained. “He knows we have a guest, and I don’t think he’ll be too upset about you using his room for the night,” Finished switching out the sheets, the bird hybrid tucked them neatly away in a dresser drawer.

“The more of your hospitality I use up, the worse I feel.” (Y/N) perched herself on the edge of the bed, having to silently admit that it was very comfy. If it felt this good just to sit down on it, laying there on her back was bound to feel even better.

Seokjin sat beside her, placing his hands on her shoulders to focus her attention on him. “(Y/N), it’s alright,” he said earnestly. “I know things got…intense downstairs. And it’s true we were caught off guard. But that doesn’t mean we’re putting you out in the cold just because Taehyung did something impulsive. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong, so stop sulking.” Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned in a little, “In fact, stare into my handsome face until it’s imprinted into your head. Then when you fall asleep, you’re guaranteed to have good dreams.”

(Y/N) gave an unattractive snort, quickly covering her lips and then tittering into her hand. Seokjin said it like he was trying to hypnotize her into obeying. What a goofball.

“Yah, there’s nothing funny about a face this good looking.” He fussed, “Are you rejecting my offer?”

“Of course I’d never turn down an offer so generous.” (Y/N) sobered, though it was hard to fight the grin edging back onto her lips. “A face that beautiful, and I get to look at it for free? Lucky me.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Jin agreed. In hindsight, him being an emperor penguin made a lot of sense. He carried himself with a certain self-assured elegance. “Anyway, you should be all set now. There’s a bathroom just down the hall to the left if you want to shower before bed.”

He got up to leave, telling her where he would be if she found she needed anything else in the middle of the night. (Y/N) was grateful, but imposing again was the last thing she planned to do. She would cause as little disruption as possible and then trekk back to her car after saying the proper goodbyes in the morning.

Although…a hot shower might help with her nervous energy. (Y/N) looked down at herself with a light frown. If she wanted to shower she would have to put the same clothes back on for the night… Sighing heavily, the girl decided maybe she wasn’t getting that shower after all. Her fingers had only just started to peel back the sheets when a knock came at the door. Snapping upright, she tried to tamp down the unnecessary feeling of guilt, like she was somewhere she shouldn’t be. “C-Come in,” she called.

The door creaked open, a blue head slowly peeking in. (Y/N) met Jimin’s eyes, a little smile on his face. “Good, you’re still awake. I wanted to bring you these,” he trotted in the room with fabric draped over his arm, holding it out to her. “To borrow for the night.”

(Y/N) carefully accepted the bundle, realizing he had brought her a pajama set. Unfolding them and holding them out, she surmised it should fit pretty well. Jimin was taller but there shouldn’t be any issues of them being too large.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, “I could have just slept in what I’m wearing.”

“You could’ve, but now you don’t have to.” The hybrid insisted, his tone edging on sassy.

“Well thanks,” (Y/N) relented easily, because truth be told she still wanted that shower and now she had a change of clothes. “I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” When he smiled, his cheeks were so cute. “Tae wanted to come say goodnight anyway, but he’s busy with the hyungs. So I said I’d do it.”

(Y/N) winced in sympathy for the poor dog hybrid. “How’s he holding up? They’re not going too hard on him, are they?”

“My hearing isn't as good as some of the others, but I know he’s getting an earful.” Jimin revealed, playing with his fingers. “Oh, but don’t worry about it,” he added when he saw her frown. “It’s TaeTae, so they won’t be mad for too long.”

(Y/N) supposed that was all she could hope for. At the end of the day, Taehyung had been trying to help his family, as unorthodox as his idea was.

Jimin looked back, eyeing the door he’d left cracked, and then studying her with big, soft eyes. Not for the first time, (Y/N) was mesmerized by how positively angelic he was. “Can I tell you something?”

(Y/N) was so captivated by how pretty he was, she nodded without hesitation. He could tell her about the stock market report and she would listen dutifully. “Keep it just between us…” he started, licking his lips, “But I’m glad you’re here. I hope you can help Jungkookie, and the hyungs too.”

“I’m not,” (Y/N) hesitated, “Sure they really want my help. And if you mean the Jungkook that Jin mentioned, I haven’t even met him.”

“You might if you want to stick around…” he whispered, staring down at his slipper clad feet. “Gramps was home. Some of us don’t remember where we came from before, and some of us got ripped away from our families and then tossed around like property up for grabs. Gramps was never like that. Maybe he had magic too. He just felt that special.” (Y/N) listened solemnly, letting Jimin wipe at his watery eyes. “I understand what Tae was trying to do.”

Tentatively, (Y/N) stuck out her hand. “I don’t know if I can become your human so suddenly, but would it be alright if I became your friend?”

His face lit up, and (Y/N) thought she might melt at the way his eyes disappeared into his full cheeks when he was beaming. “That’s perfect.” He said, accepting her hand.

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[kaorisun]

I've just read "Their Last Day On The Motorway" and I can confidently say you've ripped my heart out with that fic.

Can I request a fluff fic where the LIs get sick and calls MC while they were in work just to inform them. The LIs didn't expect much but then suddenly MC is back at home with medicine and starts pampering and taking care of them until they get better. And they realized MC literally just abandoned work just to take care of them.

Sorry if it's so specific, I just need smth to soothe my heart 😭

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. sick comfort

characters included ; nightowl, quest, xyx, nakedtoaster + onionthief

tags ; fluff, comfort, gender neutral reader

author’s note ; aH! Anon! I’m glad you enjoyed the angst fic! Most angst fics I write of my own volition always end up being death fics like that, so I apologize for ripping your heart out :’) hopefully, this works to soothe you! fluff fluff!! I hope you enjoy! Also added some obligatory shallot man <3

NIGHTOWL —

— Nightowl wakes up to a surprise— and it’s entirely unpleasant. His head feels heavy, he’s dehydrated and the room feels too hot— ah. He’s sick. Of course.

— He groans quietly. He wished that today was one of your off days. Waking up in bed alone was one thing— but when he was sick? It was even worse. He glanced over to your side of the bed longingly. He’d do anything to have you here right now— but you were working. He couldn’t ask you to leave for him. Besides, it’d only be a few more hours and then you’d be home and he could cling to you then! Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

— He checked the time before glancing at his phone. Well… it wouldn’t hurt to at least call you, would it? You should be on break by now anyways, not to mention he needed something to help him last through the day. A promise that you’d take care of him when you returned home would suffice. He grabbed his device, dialing up your number and waiting for you to answer. Every ring made him even more impatient— and he was about to give up until he heard the tell tale click of the phone being answered.

— “Hey, Nightowl! Miss me already? I’ll be home in a few hours, you know.” You responded in a playful tone. He could hear your smile through the phone and his heart warmed. He hummed softly before sighing.

— “I know, cutie, but it’s worse! I woke up sick today! Waking up without you was such a pain. You’ll take care of me when you get back, right?” He questioned and he heard you fall silent before speaking again.

— “Sick? Oh, Nightowl, of course I’ll take care of you. How are you feeling now? Can I get you anything?” You bombarded him in questions— previous lightheartedness replaced with genuine concern. Nightowl beamed under the attention and worry you showed through the phone. He always felt so loved when you showed such worry for him. He laughed a bit.

— “I’m feeling pretty feverish, honestly. Bring me back something sweet? Oh! Ice cream— to cool me off. Please? If you aren’t too tired after work, of course. I know you’ll have to go back to work soon. I love you, cutie! Thank you! I can’t wait for you to get home.” He said softly.

— “I love you too, Nightowl. And of course. Anything for you. I can’t wait to get home to you. I’ll take care of you until you’re back in top shape! Don’t worry. I’ve gotta go. See you soon.” You said before hanging up. Not soon enough. Nightowl thought ti himself. He’d still have to wait a few hours for you to return.

— He sat in bed for about 45 minutes— unable to get up without being overcome with an awful dizzy spell. He wanted to try getting water, but figured he could wait. He’d much rather not have you return to him passed out on the floor, after all. He simply shut his eyes in an attempt to doze off before hearing the front door open.

— “Nightowl? I’m back! I brought you some things.” You called out. Nightowl’s eyes widened— quickly glancing at the time, wondering if time had somehow passed quicker than expected, only to find that it was hardly an hour after he called you. You walked into the room, still in your work clothes and quickly rushing to his side. Your hands gently brushed the hair away from his forehead to feel his temperature and he smiled softly, reveling in your touch.

— “You’re burning up. Here— I brought you water and some medicine.” You said softly and helped him sit up. He took the medicine before you helped him lay back down.

— “Can you sit next to me? I wanna lay my head in your lap. Please, don’t leave me just yet.” He whined softly and you laughed before getting into bed, sitting up and gently pulling his head in your lap. You didn’t bother to change, grab your phone, anything. Nightowl loved that your first focus was him the moment you got back. You brushed your hands gently through his hair and he leaned against the touch.

— Nightowl was relieved. So relieved that you were back. He felt awful— but the mix of finally being hydrated and your presence worked wonders in soothing him enough to allow him time to finally relax, giving his body the rest it needed. Only an hour ago you’d been at work and now you were here. Wait… your job—!

— “A-Ah cutie— shouldn’t you be at work? I don’t want you to risk anything for me.” He insisted, glancing up at you with a worried expression. You smiled down at him, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

— “Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? I called in a family emergency and my boss was fine with me leaving. I could never just leave you here to suffer alone without me to cling on and whine to. And I knew you’d never ask me yourself, so I took it upon myself to be here. I want to be here, Nightowl.” You explained and pulled back to look at him. He looked up at you with wide eyes before tearing up a bit— finally. He found the one. The one who cared for him— who prioritized him. He was important enough for you to drop everything just to support him. It made him happy and for a bit? He forgot he was even sick. You wiped the stray tears away with a fond smile, allowing him a moment to compose himself.

— “Thank you.” He said softly, leaning into your touch more. You laughed lightly.

— “For being here? No need to thank me.” You insisted and he shook his head.

— “Not just for that, cutie. Thank you for being here, yes, but also? Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for loving me.” He said, vulnerability lacing his tone. You hummed softly and peppered his face in gentle kisses. A soft, silent reminder that that was something he’d never have to thank you for.

— After all. You were just treating him in the way he deserved.

QUEST —

— Quest had hardly woken up when you kissed his cheek, letting him know that you were off to work. He didn’t even know how long ago that was. He felt groggy— vision bleary as he finally fully awoke. His head felt heavy— what time even was it? He glanced over at the clock, rubbing his eyes a bit and putting on his glasses as his vision slowly cleared. 12:00 PM? How had he slept so much without realizing it?

— He tried getting up, before realizing that his whole body felt weak— immediately being met with extreme chills, nearly falling over in the process. Everything hurt. Naturally. He was sick, wasn’t he? He tried to manage a few steps, but he could hardly manage with just how ill he felt— so he retreated back into the warmth of the bed. His slung his arm over your side of the bed, glancing over with a soft sigh. He could call you, tell you of his predicament. But… calling you out of work? He couldn’t. You were busy— he didn’t want to stress you out even more. He’d just have to manage the best he could on his own.

— He made another attempt to get up, slowly this time— but the pace didn’t help. He still felt just as awful. He sighed, sitting there for a moment before he heard you call— the personalized ringtone he’d set for you ringing throughout the room. Right. Your lunch break. He grabbed the phone, answering, mustering up the best possible tone he could.

— “H-Hey angel, how’s work?” He questioned— though his tone was strained and cracked slightly— not exactly how he intended and most certainly not doing him any favors in hiding his condition from you.

— “Huh? Quest, you don’t sound all that great. Are you okay? Did something happen?” You questioned, clearly concerned about him to the point that you didn’t bother to answer the questions about your own work day. He let out a soft sigh. He couldn’t lie to you. If he did, you’d just worry yourself the whole day wondering what was up.

— “I’m fine, (y/n). Just feeling a little under the weather. Nothing serious.” He insisted. He could practically feel the worry emanating from you through the phone and he just hoped you’d buy it— hoped that you didn’t realize he was downplaying it.

— “Alright… well, take it easy today, alright? I’ll cook you something when I get back. And I’ll pick up some medicine for you, too. Do not overwork yourself today, Quest. Just rest, okay?” You said in a stern, yet gentle tone. He knew you wanted what was best for him. He smiled softly at the thought.

— “Of course, angel. I’ll see you after you get off work. I look forward to being with you again.” He said softly before hanging up with a longing sigh. This would be an awful wait— he knew it. He laid back and rested his arm over his eyes. He could at least try to sleep, given that he could hardly walk in his condition. However, he ended up more so going out cold than actually sleeping.

— When he woke up, he hardly felt rested, but he felt gentle fingers brushing against the side of his face. He leaned into it before cracking his eyes opened, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled softly. What a lovely sight to wake up to. He was glad you were back. Was he out for that long?

— “Hey angel. What time is it?” He asked groggily and you sighed and shook your head a bit.

— “It’s just past 1PM. I knew you downplayed just how sick you were, and even if you hadn’t, I would’ve rushed home all the same. You can ask me to be here, you know? I’m yours. I want to take care of you when things like this happen. I don’t want you to force yourself to manage alone.” You said softly. He sat up slightly, giving an apologetic smile, kissing your hand lightly.

— “I’m sorry. I just… couldn’t bring myself to ask you to leave work on my behalf.” He admitted and you gave a gentle laugh.

— “Quest. You’re far more important than work. And they were understanding enough. Besides, I know you’d do the same for me. Now sit up. I made you something warm to eat and brought you medicine and water. Now that I’m here, let me take care of you.” You insisted, helping him up and handing him the medicine and the water. He gave you a grateful look, taking the medicine before placing it to the side and taking the bowl from your hands. He sighed softly.

— “I feel a little bad, still. That I got sick and worried you. And now you’re here, taking care of me.” He muttered quietly. You simply smiled and leaned against him. The warmth felt comforting— permeating through the intense chill he felt.

— “Don’t feel bad. I made the choice to be here. I left work to take care of you because I wanted to. I love you, you know? You deserve to be taken care of when you get sick. You deserve to have help and support when you need it, Quest. I’m more than happy to be that person for you, should you have me.” You expressed and he felt his heart melt, easily feeling more warm than before. You always knew just the thing to say and your presence was a healing one. He felt lucky that he had someone so kind to take care of him.

— “I’d never say no to having you by my side, angel. And I love you too, but still. Thank you. Thank you for supporting me and being here when I need you most.” He stated. You kissed his cheek gently and nodded.

— “Of course. I’ll always be here whenever you need me.” You said and just by the expression on your face, Quest could tell. You were telling the absolute truth. And he was grateful for it.

XYX —

— Xyx woke up with a slight stretch as he sat up. He glanced over at where you usually slept and sighed as he reminded himself that even if it was his off day, you still had to work. He always tried to convince you to take days off when he had them— but he understood that your schedule, much like his, was busy enough as is. Plus, you didn’t mind having to work since you’d come home to him and that feeling was an irreplaceable one.

— However, soon enough, Xyx felt an intense pounding in his head, paired with a slight ringing in his ears. The light peering through the blinds only made it worse and he got up— stumbling around the room, turning off all of the lights, closing the blinds and the curtains— anything to soothe the pain he felt.

— It was dizzying— enough to make him feel sick to the stomach— nauseating. He was quick to lay back down, shutting his eyes for a moment. The dizziness settled a bit, but he still felt god awful. He blindly reached around for his phone before grabbing it, wincing at the light but checking his texts nonetheless. You had mentioned that you’d fed Cat already and that you’d call him on your break and he felt grateful. He wouldn’t have to get up to feed his pet. He didn’t think he’d been able to manage if he had to.

— He then felt a sting of loneliness. He hated being sick and in pain. It was worse when he was alone— because being sick and restless meant staying up and thinking about his worst memories and his most vulnerable thoughts. Xyx despised it. He wished you were home, but you were busy. He’d just have to suffice with a call from you until you got home. It’d be a hellish wait, but worth it when you’d return home and play personal nurse for him. He always loved seeing your focus solely on him. It made him happy— relaxed him a bit to know that someone genuinely cared for him.

— He heard his phone ring and without even sparing a glance at the contact name, he knew who it was. He answered, a small smirk on his face as he responded. After all. He had to keep up appearances. He couldn’t… bring himself to ask for your time or to ask you to sacrifice work for him.

— “Hey doll, how’s work been?” He asked with his usual playfulness. He heard you laugh a bit through the phone.

— “Oh it’s the same as always, Xyx. How are you? And how’s Cat? I hope you’re showering them in affection while I’m gone. We both know they deserve the best.” You joked lightly. Xyx snickered, but before he could manage a response, he felt his head start up a consistent, pulsating pain that he felt spread throughout his head and behind his eyes. He groaned, curling up a bit at the sudden feeling and he heard you pause. He could feel the worry before you even spoke.

— “Xyx? Are you alright? You sound like you’re in pain.” You murmured and he let out a soft sigh. No use in hiding it now. Lying to you would do him no good.

— “I’m fine, love. I just woke up and my head’s been killing me. I’m really feeling it now.” He mentioned and forced a small laugh. He heard some shuffling from your end of the phone before you responded again.

— “Well, stay in bed for the time being, alright? I’ll pick you up some medication and something light to eat. It’s probably a really bad migraine, so just try to rest, okay? Moving around won’t do you any good.” You insisted in a stern tone before following up, “And I mean it, Xyx. Please, just stay in bed. It won’t be too long before I’m home.” You stated simply and Xyx chuckled.

— “Alright alright. I promise, doll. I’ll make sure I don’t do anything too reckless before you get back from work. It’ll be so so awful waiting so long for you to return, but I’ll manage. Promise. Besides, I’ve got Cat here to keep me company in the mean time!” He insisted and you gave a content hum.

— “Okay, good. I won’t keep you waiting too long. Promise.” You said softly before hanging up. Xyx let out a long sigh. He knew he’d still have to wait and it’d be long enough of a wait for him to get impatient, antsy and restless. Nonetheless, you still had a few more hours of work left. He’d have to accept that.

— He shut his eyes and spaced off for a while, unable to fully sleep due to the pain he felt. Distantly, he heard the door open and heard Cat meow from afar. He opened his eyes, glancing at the time. It was only an hour after your call with him— you weren’t supposed to be home. He glanced at the bedroom door as it opened and saw you walk in and smiled.

— “Doll, you’re supposed to be at work.” He mentioned and you laughed a bit.

— “And leave you here to suffer on your lonesome when you’re hardly able to get yourself out of bed? Absolutely not. I brought medicine and water.” You smiled and walked over to his side, helping him sit up and giving him the medicine before helping him rest back down. You sat on the side of the bed, idly toying with strands of his hair while he clung to your waist.

— “Are you sure this won’t put you behind schedule? I’d hate for you to… fall behind and get more stressed out because of me.” He murmured, slightly muffled. You smiled and looked at him.

— “Xyx. I care about you and I love you more than anything. So be it if I get busy. You’re more important to me. I’ll always be here when you need me. I made that promise to you, after all.” You insisted. He pulled back to look at you, giving a adoring smile and laying back against the pillows, covering his face as he became flustered.

— “Love. You are an amazing person. I’m… really happy. Stay with me? At least until I fall asleep?” He asked softly and you nodded, getting into bed and laying next to him. He hummed in content, pecking your lips lightly before resting quietly against you.

— “I’ll always be here, Xyx. You’ll never suffer alone again as long as I’m here.” You said softly and he felt himself relax. He knew the statement to be true— he knew you’d always be there. And for once?

— He let himself firmly believe in that promise.

NAKEDTOASTER —

— Toasty always woke up in the afternoon. And every time he did, you were already long gone at work if it wasn’t an off day for you. He woke up particularly late, though, feeling more tired than usual. It was as if he hardly even slept— and he was certain he had been asleep far longer than usual. He sat up and winced— being overcome by a wave of nausea. He rubbed his eyes, glancing over at the clock, but hardly able to even make out the time. He groaned softly, retreating back under the covers.

— He felt awful. And suddenly it didn’t sound so bad having you there with him. He glanced at his phone where it sat on the nightstand, but quickly thought against it. You had to work. He couldn’t call you back home out of the blue, but he couldn’t just not tell you, right? Maybe he’d only disclose it when you were off work— he’d be in the clear then. As if you’d sensed something was up, his phone rang. You were calling. He panicked for a moment, clearing his throat so it didn’t sound like he’d just woke up and then picked up.

— “H-Hello? What’s up, (y/n)? You don’t usually call during work.” He murmured and you gave a light laugh.

— “I know, but it’s almost raid hours, right? Figured I’d wanna hear your voice before you got too distracted to hear the phone ring.” You hummed teasingly. He covered his face in embarrassment as if you could see him and whined softly.

— “I don’t get that distracted. But you’re right. It is almost raid hours— I nearly forgot.” Toasty mentioned idly and you gave a soft, curious noise.

— “You? Nearly forgetting about Final Fantasy? Wow, something must have been real important then.” You mentioned playfully and he rolled his eyes and smiled.

— “I just woke up a little sick, is all. I’ll be fine! I’m.. fine— don’t worry about it.” He insisted and you went silent for a moment before sighing.

— “Toasty, if you think playing ffvix is a good idea when you’re sick, then you’re wrong. Get rest. I’ll bring you medicine and make you something to eat when I get home. Drink water, you hear? No energy drinks or any of that. And I’m serious. Stay in bed and rest. I’ll take care of you when I get home.” You stated and he groaned softly.

— “But how am I gonna entertain myself until you get back? You still have a few more hours of work.” He mumbled and you laughed in response.

— “I’ll be there sooner than you think. I’ve gotta go. Take care of yourself. I love you, bye!” You chimed and hung up. He sighed. Even if you said the wait wouldn’t be long, he knew it’d take forever. At least it’d feel that way. He checked the time. He still had a few hours.

— He got up, walking slowly to his desk as to not make his nausea or dizziness any worse and sat himself down, logging in to his game and slipping his headphones on. He had to admit, the light from the screens and the high energy nature of the game definitely did not make him feel any better, but he couldn’t complain much. At least it was entertaining.

— He’d gotten lost in the game, losing track of time completely and zoning out. Soon enough, he felt arms wrap around him and he jumped as his headphones were taken off his head.

— “Hey. I thought I told you to rest.” You muttered, peppering soft kisses along his jawline. He felt his face flush and he checked the time. Only 45 minutes had passed— why were you back so early? As if you could read his expression, you sighed and answered his question before he could ask.

— “Did you really think I’d leave you sick and all on your lonesome? Plus, I know how stubborn you can be sometimes. I knew you’d never actually rest if I just told you to. Now come on. I got medicine for you. Let’s go back to bed.” You stated and he got up, feeling a bit shaky and now incredibly grateful that you were there. You supported him with an arm around his waist and helped him back to bed.

— Toasty looked at you with a sheepish smile as you handed him the proper medicine and a glass of water. Afterwards, he laid back down and you sat on the edge of the bed next to him, running your fingers through his hair.

— “You didn’t have to leave work for me… I’d hate for you to get in trouble.” He murmured guiltily as he leaned into your touch and looked at you. You looked at them with a fond expression and leaned down, kissing his forehead gently before pulling back.

— “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to be here for you. Someone’s gotta shower you in love and affection when you’re sick. Besides, I love you too much to let you deal with it on your own when I’m fully capable of taking care of you.” You insisted and his face flushed and he smiled, pulling you down into a gentle embrace.

— “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to meet you. I love you too. A lot. Thank you for wanting to be here for me.” He mumbled softly and you laughed gently, getting into bed properly and allowing him to curl against you as you threaded your fingers into his hair to relax him. He reveled in your touch and your attention and he was happy.

— Because even if things seemed difficult in the moment, he knew you wouldn’t hesitate to be there. You prioritized him and you wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to let him know that he was important to you.

ONIONTHIEF —

— Onion woke up a little after you, without fail, every time. He always got up right before you left for work so he could see you out. Sure, there was no real reason to it, but it was a routine that he had no desire in changing. Besides, he liked being able to watch you leave and then subsequently being the person you came home to, even if you typically came home when he was in the midst of studying.

— However, today, he woke up at the same time, but felt horrible. He groaned as he got up— he felt feverish— uncomfortably warm. Had he eaten something the day before? He’d been entirely sanitary— how did someone like him get sick? It’d put a large hinderance in his productivity if he was sick. How could he get to everything he needed to get done if he could hardly think straight?

— He distantly heard you call his name— but he could hardly muster a response. He hated being sick and his throat felt dry. He coughed a bit and you soon walked into the room and glanced at him worriedly. You walked over, placing your bag down and gently cupping his face, placing a hand on his forehead.

— “You’re burning up. Lay back down.” You said softly and he nodded, laying back in bed. You walked out of the room and he heard noises coming from the kitchen before you walked back in, a glass of water and a few medicine bottles in hand. You placed them on the nightstand and smiled at him.

— “Here. Take these. I have a quick call to make.” You stated and kissed his cheek gently before walking out of the room with your phone. He watched you leave and sat up, taking the proper medicine before laying back down. You walked back in, seating yourself next to him in bed and rubbing his back gently. Onion glanced at you, narrowing his eyes a bit.

— “You’ll be late for work, you know.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes a bit.

— “Exactly why I called my boss and explained it to him. I’m not just gonna leave you here when you’re sick, you know.” You insisted and he sat up a bit in protest and looked at you.

— “Work is important. More important than taking care of me— you can’t just drop everything just because I have a fever.” He argued and you pushed him to lay back down and laughed a bit.

— “Really? Says who, Onion? I think you’re more important than work. Making sure you’re tended to, comfortable— that’s my priority over productivity. I know that work is important, but I think being there for my boyfriend is far more pressing of a matter. I’d never choose work over you, you know?” You said softly and he sighed and shook his head.

— In all honesty, he always grew up believing that he had to be productive no matter how he felt about it— that it took priority over everything, including his own health. He wanted to call you a fool for missing a day just for him— wanted to insist it was unnecessary— but in reality, it made him happy. It made his heart warm knowing that you were so willing to nurse him back to health— not even hesitating to call off work when you realized his condition.

— You really were the perfect partner, weren’t you? Kind, caring and supportive. A hard worker with their priorities straight— everything he wanted and more.

— He sighed simply and laid against you, relaxing in your presence. Being sick wasn’t ideal, but he knew it’d have been far more painful without you there. At the very least, he’d have someone there for him who could help him— though he hated admitting to needing help. Even so, you were the one person he’d accept assistance from because you never did it to belittle him— you never helped because you pitied him. You did it because you loved him. A reason he valued over all others.

— “Fine. Skip work for me, but don’t complain to me when you fall behind.” He mumbled and you laughed a bit and shook your head, humming softly.

— “I don’t plan on complaining. I have nothing to complain about. Besides, I’m sure I’ll hear enough complaints from you alone since you’re sick.” You teased lightly. Onion glanced up at you before giving a soft smile.

— “Yeah I’ll complain. Being sick is troublesome. But I’m thankful. Thank you for being here. And thank you for… prioritizing me. And loving me.” He mumbled softly.

— “You never have to thank me for loving you, Onion. Prioritizing you, choosing you. I’ll never regret it for as long as I live. I love you and you’re an amazing boyfriend.” You stated simply, a content, loving expression on your face. He gave you a genuine, warm smile and relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes.

— “I love you too. And I don’t regret choosing you either. You’re perfect in every way imaginable.” He said in a gentle tone. Typically you’d argue the perfection claim, but with how relaxed and content he looked— you’d let him win this one, just this once.

— He felt slightly triumphant that you didn’t fight back, but more importantly, he felt loved. He felt important. You never judged him or valued him based on his achievements, but you were always supportive of them. You cheered him on when no one else did— you took care of him despite his stoic and direct demeanor.

— You did things for him that no one else even tried to do. And for that, he felt lucky. Because he firmly believed you could’ve had anyone you wanted— yet you picked him. And you continue to choose him and stay with him every day of the week. And he loves you more than he can express.

[saintobio]

Saint.

Yn's death scene broke my heart. I'm ngl, I didn't cry bc I'm already used to saint level angst but the fact that she just wanted rin to believe her and the way rin was screaming ugh, it's just so tragic that he finally had a wife who he truly loves and it ends this way 💔 for my peace of mind, I'm imagining them living their best life in heaven and having the happy family that they weren't able to start 😭

And rin was so smart for choosing to torture hera and c'ian instead of killing them, he definitely knew how much it would affect them to witness his death. Also, on that note of c'ian and hera being kept in the dungeon, what has happened to demie? Is she staying with the empress or being looked after by someone else?

Also, when 'samu and the knights kneeled in respect for rin and yn, it's kinda sad that she was finally shown some sort of respect by the people of Faren and she wasn't even alive to witness it. I feel like if she didn't eat the berries and rin saved her, everyone would've been able to see that she's not who they thought she was and would definitely have some respect/love for her 😭

This play was so beautifully written Saint. I really do appreciate you taking the time to write this masterpiece bc I can imagine that writing in that language and in a format that doesn't allow for a lot of description, is difficult. Thank you saint, you broke my heart once again and I love you for it. 😂💘

this is just a 6 on saint level angst sdjsjs and yeah there’s no other way to put it — suna knows that his death would be traumatizing to hera and ci’an. the answer to demie is on a previous ask :)

thank u for reading tho 🥺 it was definitely hard since i’m so used to descriptive writing but i’m happy to know that you liked it <3

Anonymous said

what’s totally crazy about the ending is that if the MC had only held out for like 5 minutes, she and rin could’ve been alive together ☹️. i am happy that they get to be together in the afterlife tho. i think it’s kind of a morbidly funny trend in tragedies that if they had just a tiny bit more streets smarts, most of their problems could’ve been solved in like a week. anywho this was a great story, and i think you deserve all the flowers for writing in such a difficult style, and still being able to convey such intense emotions. you truly are amazing at what you do, and i’m very grateful to be a reader!

omg yea ik what u mean !! HAHA when i read r+j for the first time, i got sooo upset like why can’t they wait just a few more mins dammit 😭 and thank u very much for ur sweet words anon <33 i appreciate it sm :’)

Anonymous said

SAINT R U SECRETLY SHAKESPEARE 😭😭 THIS IS PAINFUL I CANNOT. IM VV EXTRA EMOTIONAL BC OF CYCLE SO THIS IS 10X HURTFUL.

It’s so sad it had to end that way but i can’t say that i did not like it bc it’s so amazing yet tragic 😭

Anonymous said

oh my god saint that was so good?? it would be wonderful if it was an actual play! you should really make some of your stories actual books people would love them

WAAAAH thank u!! that makes me happy :’) i’m actually glad i turned this old play of mine into a fanfic. i didn’t think anyone would appreciate but yay <33 when i submitted this for my class before, my professor said we can’t have it on stage bc it was too dark gahahaj

Anonymous said

“Keep this image with you forever as I reunite with my true love, far away from the spiteful ladies of this household.”

i read the tags for olal but i thought it was just gonna be yn unaliving herself, but when i came to that line i was shook

was rin able to reunite with yn in the afterlife at least where they’re both finally at peace together

Anonymous said

I was hoping for Hera and c'ian to die but I guess it was too good to be true 😭 but at least now rin and mc can be happy and free in the afterlife

@andreavasquezz said

Romeo and Juliet moment😝😭😰😭😭😭 that was so sad but I know that they will be reincarnated and reunite and live happily ever after.

@evcrgardn said

i hope rin, yn, and their baby are happily together in the afterlife :((

Anonymous said

Me hoping for Suna and yn getting reincarnated in modern world and finally getting the happy ending they deserve😭

AFTERLIFE IT IS :P but u guys,,,, doesnt this remind u of a certain someone from a zombie apocalyptic world *coughs* maybe they’ll reincarnate again since it’s a common manhwa trope 😹

@sunareign said

… why you gotta do that to me ? i thought zunarin was enough? WHY YOU GOTTA BREAK MY HEART A SECOND TIME?

shut up u love angst u know that :p and i never said ur mans won’t die the second time bsjsjds he never gets a happy ending from me 😹

[dragonshoard]

I just realised that I should have put my response, to you, from my last Crystal Friends AU ask here rather than as a reblog.

Please excuse me copying and pasting my reblog here, I hope you don't find me too annoying 😅😓

Sooo the deal with the bees🐝 is that Powder makes them as both a test of her ability to make something other than explosives (you know besides the Brackern-Bots, spoiler she still makes some of the bees explosive but it's more of a small explosion designed for breaking locks and drawing attention elsewhere) and as a way of pollinating plants.

She read in a book about insects (this is where she got the idea for the Brackern-Bot designs) that bees where essential for plant life and sought to replicate this through artificial bees, this got her a lot of brownie points with Silco because if successful then Zaun could grow its own emergency supply of food through greenhouses.

👉👈 I may have put a lot of thought into this idea 😅😅

Also in regards to the Spider!Brackern, known as Bella (some of the Brackerns have hard to pronounce names, so Powder nicknames them), Powder realises that Vi is constantly getting scared by Bella sneaking up on her so she attaches bells to Bella (because she's adorable like that) but all she really accomplishes is making Vi paranoid whenever she hears jingling; as if Bella were an evil Santa 😂😂😂

You make a good point about Powder not being able to just steal Namestones 😭 the best bet she would have is to convince Jayce and Viktor that the crystals are sentient, but the question is how?

And about the hivemind, Powder isn't like uploaded to it she's more like a guest with privaleges. She can only really hear the Brackern within a certain distance, after the incident where she heard and felt that Namestone die the others started putting blocks on what she experienced through the link; they hadn't taken into consideration that Powder was both human and too young to grasp what death felt like, they spent countless nights trying to heal her mind with peaceful dreams and teaching her how to healthily accept loss and grief afterwards.

Down the line when Skarner arrives Powder is gifted a shard that will always give her a line of communication to the Brackern, so that she'll always have a connection to them; but yeah, long story short, she's not actually part of the hivemind.

In regards to what the Namestones are capable of, besides entering Powder's dreams, they can emit small bursts of electricity and levitate people and objects but only for a short time.

Also Vi and Sevika totally duke it out whenever they see each other, Silco also makes her (Sevika) train Powder because he doesn't trust Vander to cover her training; not realising that Vander and Vi do train her, so she's got three brawlers teaching her how to fight and Caitlyn giving her pointers on shooting when they compete in their little competitions (their very competitive with each other).

I'm really enjoying coming up with more concepts for this AU 😄 thank you for entertaining me and giving me feedback 🙂❤️❤️

Side note: this wasn't mentioned in my original reblog, but the deal Silco and Vander have is that Silco and the Chem Barons won't bother The Lanes, as long as Vander stays neutral; Silco mostly agrees to this deal because neutral grounds are safer for Powder, he says that she's a valuable asset but it's really because he's fond of her even if he won't admit that to anyone.

eyyyyyyyyyyy

I don't mind you sending it my way :D (honestly might be better to post on your blog and tag me - it would give you more space i think).

I still love that she got attached to the bee shape xD Like, of all the things, she chose BEES (firelights would've been more obvious, but i can see Powder coming across a bumblebee in a book and being like - THAT IS SO CUTE I HAVE TO MAKE IT).

Pollination robots are actually used in real life, so that IS a legit idea to improve Zaun as, likely, many of their vital insects and animals have died off due to the toxins. You gotta admit that the greenhouses can be pretty pricy with consistent lighting. I do LOVE the idea though, because Zaun is the city of Iron and Glass, and the idea of the glass coming from the greenhouses (in various shapes and forms - possibly doubling as shelters in the winter time)?? I love love love.

hmmm I mean, i don't think convincing Viktor and Jayce that the crystals are sentient would be too difficult. I can see Jayce having a harder time with it though. For him, it would be a moral dilemma (I couldn't be hurting sentient beings all this time - that isn't me i can't).

The brackern putting blocks on what she can reasonably hear is legit necessary. I imagine it's probably an ability they have reserved for younglings of their species?

Bellaaaaaaaaa nooOO (I love you but stop scaring Vi i can't xDDD)

awww at least they have no plans of cutting her off.

ye of course :) I'm glad to hear them!

(And Silco is a damn sweetheart in this AU - morally bankrupt, but a sweetheart noneoftheless)