#this isn’t worded the best. I’m just kinda tired. lol <3

[miraclewoozi]

utc is a friendly visual aid for why i don’t love ‘smut writers get XYZ notes so much easier than gifmakers and it isn’t fair’ being brought into the discussion of ‘why don’t people reblog anymore?’, based solely on my personal experience doing both!

a lot of writers will, no doubt, have similar figures to work with. yes, there are a fair number of likes, but in terms of reblogs? agonisingly low. (please also be aware that almost all of these fics are several months old; this doesn’t happen overnight/ in a matter of hours as has been one of the most popular arguments.)

three things i also want to note, here:

fic writers will also often SELF REBLOG a lot to respond to feedback/boost a fic. some readers will often bookmark a fic and re-reblog it later with commentary. these numbers, as low as they already are, do not reflect unique interactions. (this isn’t to say that gif makers don’t srb. we do. but not to the same extent, in my experience?)

ironically, my two fics with the highest reblog to like ratio… aren’t explicit smut. they’re a ittle suggestive, sure, but they’re not smut fics.

make no mistake, i realise that the breakdowns on my visual content are also shockingly low. i am a dinosaur on this app. i remember when the like to reblog ratio on gifs & graphics in fan spaces was basically 1:1, if not weighted in favour of reblogs over likes. this breaks my heart, too.

you don’t have to like smut fics (or smut writers, even). but you don’t have to slam one type of content creation to make the point of another type of content being under-appreciated. gif/gfx makers and writers alike spend hours, days, weeks, sometimes even months pouring their hearts into the things they create. we all want the same kind of engagement, and none of us are getting it.

[stardew-shitposterino]

Most to least likely Stardew Valley Bachelor to be lovey dovey in a relationship

Ok peeps, I’m in the mood for some random posting. Since some of you enjoy it, I’ll commit to it ! Why not 🤷🏼‍♀️so let’s goooo✈️

Oh and btw: a bit of NSFW again because I’m a degenerate lol. Soz to the minors 🫣

1. Elliott:

-Elliott is the obvious choice, isn’t he ?

-this man has no chill when it comes to showing you how much he loves you

-he isn’t huge on baby talk, but he’s huge on medieval Shakespearean reenactment to show his love to you

-you might not always understand where his play on words come from, but it sure as hell makes you blush like a mess

-whenever you and him have a sleepover, he leaves a note on your table that reminds you of how much he adores you! So cute 🥰

-flowers, romantic dates, evenings spent at the pub sitting on his lap while he caresses your hair, marvelling at it with a slightly drunken gaze and red cheeks 😫🫡😍😏

-…I just know that guy eats you out like no other…I said what I said 🥸

2. Sam

-ok hear me out! Before you come for my throat, I think he is more likely to be very love drunken than some of the other choices. It’s a close call for the second place, but I believe he deserves it

-overused but I don’t care: he has the golden retriever energy. Maybe it’s his ADHD, but regardless, he’s a pure boy

-he might be a little anxiously attached to you because he won’t leave your side during your honeymoon phase

-he wants to hold your hand or touch you in some way all the time. He just loves having you close 🥺

-expect him to kiss you senseless whenever he can. Preferably in private because he doesn’t want his mum to find out through bystanders, that would be embarrassing. Other than that, he wouldn’t care for the life of him. If he can pepper your neck with little kissies, he will

-speaking of kisses: he’s generally a huge fan of intense make out sessions. He prefers them over sex any time. Not that he doesn’t like the other stuff, but to him, it just hits different

-imagine that blushy, heated face when you pull away 😳 eyes hazy and hair even more disheveled than before, just adoringly gazing back into yours and smiling ever so slightly (😩😭🫨)

3. Alex

-“still no Harvey?! What’s wrong with you!?”

-I know I KNOW. I know that Harvey is a sweet boy in the game who tells you a lot of cute stuff, but idk. Something about Alex makes me believe he will be more likely the kind of partner to be sweet and a bit cringe yet adorable when it comes to the person he loves

-he might not be a poet, but he shows his adoration in other ways

-back 👏🏻 hugs 👏🏻

-generally hugging you? He will do it all the time. Any time. He will climb through your small living room window to hug you at least once a day if he has to

-for some reason, he likes kissing your arms. Don’t ask me to elaborate, he just does. Like kissing them up and down. Oh and your thighs 👀 it doesn’t even necessarily lead to anything explicit, he just loves them so much

-he will tell you how you’re the love of his life and how he cannot wait to see you two grow old together. He will lay in bed with you, maybe just watching tv and randomly blurt out something like this: “wow, who would have thought that we’d end up like this, meeting in this tired town. Having you by my side, I might be the luckiest guy to ever exist.”

-Alex frequents the beach to talk to his deceased mother. It’s kinda sweet in a way because he will talk to her about the things happening in his life. Pre-dating as well as in the midst of your relationship, he tells her so much about you, wishing she was still alive to have met you as you are the best thing that has ever happened to him 😭

-Alex is a hunky boy, but he loves bathing with you :3 something about it just makes him feel extremely euphoric 🥰 but he will cup your boobs the whole time lmfao (no matter what kind you have). That might also lead to him kissing your neck the whole time till both of you are in the mood 😶‍🌫️👀

4. Harvey

-Harvey at forth ?! HARVEY?! COME OOOON

-yes, I know. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t cute and affectionate with you ! This ranking is pretty close as all of the bachelors have their qualities that make them good partners 🥺 it’s just based on my own headcanons or assumptions about what they might be like

-ok so Harvey is a little anxious mess but LOVES to be a real gentleman when he’s in love

-I’m talking putting on his finest Jazz and dancing with you in your living room, slow dancing while just enjoying each other’s closeness 👀😍

-Harvey shows his affection mostly through everyday things. Like making you coffee in the morning or cleaning up for you. Not to mention peppering you when you’re sick as well as doing small gestures that show you that he cares and wants to make the effort for you

-Harvey LOVES to put your foreheads together while holding you close. Since he’s way taller than you, he has to crouch a little in order to make it work (it’s so cute omfg 😭😤🥰😍💀🫣🫨😫)

-forehead kisses too 😭👏🏻😫 he’s all about soft, sweet affection

-there are many headcanons about spicy Harvey and I get where this is coming from, but I do believe that his sweet, pure side is predominant. Like yes he will want to sleep with you, you’re a couple and he’s not asexual, so why wouldn’t he want to do that 🤷🏼‍♀️

-speaking of this, he loves to lay in bed with you in your post-coital state. Like of course he enjoys the deed, but what he enjoys even more is the after math that consists of laying together, skin to skin, just talking or laying there in silence and enjoying each other. It gives him the feeling of being one with you, of growing even closer than before 🥺

5. Sebastian

-Sebby can be a really cute guy once he lets his guard down, but I don’t think he is the most obvious in love even when he is very infatuated with you

-he just isn’t that kind of guy, you know?

-Sebastian loves to cuddle with you in bed, especially while playing video games. His room is his safe space and sharing that space with you while doing something he enjoys, it’s just perfect to him

-he will show you how much he likes you by taking you on small adventures despite being a homebody. He didn’t fix up that motorcycle for nothing. Just you and him outside, discovering new places. It’s something he doesn’t offer to just anyone

-in public, he’s very reserved and doesn’t feel comfortable showing his affection, but at home? He latches on you and won’t let go. Of course he needs his space every once in a while, but it’s not rare for him to try and crawl under your shirt with you just to feel your warmth (he’s very cold most of the time)

-he loves touching your tummy. Ok ok I know this one is controversial but he just loves it. When you’re a little soft and he can grab onto something soft and warm? Oh boy, he will….he will 👁️ he also loves kissing your abdomen. Again, don’t ask me, I have my reasons

-when it comes to intimacy, he surprisingly prefers giving over taking. I have a feeling he prefers non-penetrative sex more ? At least speaking of “traditional” straight sex. Again, don’t ask, I cannot explain. So I imagine when he’s in a relationship with an AFAB farmer, he will want to either eat them out or finger them senseless because it brings him pleasure. It’s very specific I know but it feels right🤷🏼‍♀️

6. Shane

-you all know by now that I have a mild obsession with this guy, but yeah…I gotta admit he isn’t cutting it in this ranking

-it’s not that he isn’t capable of giving a lot of love, but he has his barriers that keep him from showing his love freely

-he will get there eventually, but before that, he’s very…well…tense ? He has a hard time initiating romantic gestures or telling you nice things

-again it’s not because he doesn’t want to, it’s that he is in his own head too much that he cannot garner the courage to do so. You’re dating but he still suspects it’s all a tasteless joke on him

-in those moments when Shane beats his inner critics, he can be such a sweetheart omfg

-I’m speaking kissing you behind your ear, caressing your waist and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He isn’t very eloquent most of the time, but when the moment is right, he just knows what to say to you to make you feel loved

-Shane is the type of person to show his affection through mild bullying and joking around. He might be calling you a dwarf or giant (depending on your height difference) make fun of little things you do that he notices, but it’s never in bad taste. He always makes sure you know it’s just silly banter that usually ends in you two fighting playfully and then tumbling on top of each other, laughing and kissing 🥺🥰

-this man, this man loves when you sleep on his chest. On a lazy Sunday watching tv or just when he wakes up in the morning, noticing your head’s weight on him. It makes him feel useful, like he can protect you (let’s ignore that the farmer slays monsters as a side hustle, k). He will kiss your head ever so softly and whisper how much he loves you while doing it 😌

-if you want him to be the kind to hold your hand in public or kiss you, you’ve set your money on the wrong horse (rehab was supposed to be a fresh start), because he is not that kind of man, sorry 🤷🏼‍♀️ he will start to do it once he gets comfortable enough with you, but it’s not that much. PDA just isn’t in it with this guy 😤

-his spicy side? He has plenty spice, but when he’s in the mood for some romance, he likes it slow and sensual. It’s a bit out of character for him, but sometimes he just wants to enjoy your presence and the slow build up of excitement and arousal. Expect him to enjoy guided self-pleasure. Picture it like this: he sits behind you, taking your hand and guiding it through the process of what you’d do to yourself 🫣 while, again, whispering hot stuff in your ear (yeah my version of him is into whispering lmfao). That’s the good stuff 😫

[miss-anachronism]

I posted something yesterday throwing my hat into the ring of Merlin and Valen relationships, and people seemed to like it! These guys are best buds to me, im glad yall see it too. It inspired me to write a little drabble, so here ya go <3 this is Valen and my (fem) Merlin, so it gets kinda specific at parts lol

…

It’s been a long day.

And as much as Valen wishes it were the easier type of long day: boring and uneventful, where he has to drag himself from task to task; it was quite the opposite. Exhilarating, exhausting, and deadly; now he was sinking into a sofa chair in the Mystical house, nursing a spiked drink and a sprained ankle.

It wasn’t even a mishap- he’d launched the attack perfectly, but that godforsaken golem had grabbed his leg at the last moment and slammed him back down into the ground. Lucius said he was lucky to have avoided a concussion. But what does Lucius know, anyway.

All this to say, the entire ordeal has left him grumpy and secluded. He’s tucked into the library, where the din of the bar can’t touch his slowly receding headache. It’s lovely in here, quiet and serene, fresh air drifting through the large open windows on the south wall. The smell of old books mingles nicely with the outside breeze, stopping just shy of being overwhelming. He would have never thought himself a library person; the one in Holistone was lackluster. But Merlin, as she often did, had flipped his conceptions upside down, and provided Valen one of his favourite spaces in her impressive library.

It’s a little ridiculous to expect privacy and solitude from a house that isn’t your own, especially one housing at least five others, but Valen still finds his every muscle tensing when he hears the library door open and close with a soft click.

He exhales slowly through his teeth, trying not to make his disappointment too obvious. He sends his farewells to his peaceful rest, and a quick prayer that whomever has entered isn’t in a talkative mood. He really doesn’t feel up to playing up the charm.

The soft pattering on the floor and the long exhale that come from behind him, however, chases those fears away. The momentary panic slips from Valen’s body, and he glances to the side, grinning when a green, eerie eye catches his gaze.

Merlin grins back at him, though she looks just as tired as he feels. “Hey, sorry. I know you’re hurt, but it’s winding down out there, and I wanted to do some research before I turn in. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Valen chuckles, “It’s your home.”

“Well, yes, but you’re my guest. And if you want me to shut up and leave you alone, say the word and I’ll be gone, no harm no foul.”

“It’s alright, Merlin,” he confirms, slightly surprised that he doesn’t even need to lie, “your company is appreciated.”

She grins at him and sets her own drink down on the small coffee table, and pulls another chair up. “Thanks, Val. I’ll keep it down, promise.”

She’s true to her word, shuffling through a few eclectically stacked books around the floor of the library before settling with three in hand. She puts the biggest one between them, and opens it up to reveal a collection of beautiful woodcuts, depicting various temples across the globe.

Valen lets out a low whistle and leans in, watching as she flips through a few illustrations, and then spins the book around to show him a full two-page print. It takes him a moment to recognize.

“The Moon Temple?”

Merlin nods, her eyes never leaving the paper. “Back in its heyday. We were talking about it, and Dolly mentioned that I should have an old book of prints in here somewhere. I’m lucky I found it so quickly.”

“How old is this book?”

“Four hundred years, give or take.”

Valen half gasps and half laughs, staring at the book in wonder. He’s shocked Merlin even has the balls to touch the thing, let alone open it.

“I can’t believe you just have ancient scripture lying around.”

“Hey, this is far from ancient,” she teases, glancing up to wrinkle her nose at him.

“You’re right, you’re right. It doesnt hold a candle to the oldest artifact in this room: you.”

Merlin sticks her tongue out at him, and Valen returns in kind, before they both return to the book.

The Moon God had been dead for a thousand years or so before this print was made, so the Temple isn’t exactly in perfect condition. Still, it’s a far cry from the decrepit ruins that it’s in today. Beautiful pillars surrounding the pouring, majestic fountains, each flaw and imperfection dutifully recorded… Valen finds himself being drawn in by the skilled execution of the print itself, scanning over the evenly spaces hatching and intricate detailing in the stonework, the water, the attention to values… it’s a beautiful recreation. Valen can even make out the carvings on the pillars themselves.

There’s a little blurb of writing at the bottom of the page, in a language Valen can’t identify. He reaches out to tap at it, stopping just shy of actually touching the book.

“Can you read this?”

Merlin hums in assent. Instead of flipping the book back around to face herself, she stands and moves over to Valen’s side of the table, kneeling next to his chair.

“It’s not much. ‘The Moon Temple, for the greatness and majesty of Nakalig the many-faced…. Cast a moonstone into the divine spring… a chance for divine lunar enlightenment…’ yeah, we know all this already.”

“It’s still interesting,” Valen contests, watching as Merlins finger drifts over the words. “You’ll have to teach me how to read this.”

Merlin scrunches her nose again. “The language is pretty dead, Val. I think you’ll only find Celestials who speak it fluently, nowadays.”

“So? If it’s spoken by Celestials, I’m sure it’s gorgeous. And mysterious. All the more reason to learn it.”

Merlin scoffs. “If you received a love letter written in the old, dead language, would you actually go on a real life date with the sender?”

“A date? I’d bed them on the spot,” Valen jokes, and Merlin throws her head back and cackles.

“Gross, ugh.” She sneers, giggling. Valen grins.

“Thousands of years old, and you still have the humour of a teenager.”

“Shut up,” she huffs, lightly punching him in the shoulder, only for her eye to immediately widen in concern.

“Ah, shit, that didn’t hurt did it? You’re hurt, I shouldn’t be jostling you around.”

“Merlin, babe, do you really think you can push me around?”

“You underestimate me! I could totally beat you up.”

“Mhmm,” Valen chuckles, taking another sip of his drink. Merlin gives him a wry smile.

“Seriously, though, you okay?”

Valen pauses a moment, taking stock of himself. Yes, his ankle still aches, but the spinning pain in his head has thankfully receded. The exhaustion still runs deep in his bones, however; he thinks if Merlin asked him to stand up, he’s simply collapse.

“I’m alright, all things considered,” he settles on, “but tired. Exhausted.”

“Hey, bright idea here! Maybe you should go to bed!”

“A genius, you are.”

“They don’t call me Merlin for nothin’.”

He chuckles. “It’s nice here. I don’t get much time to relax. And the sun’s only just setting,” he waves a hand towards the window, bathed in pinks and oranges, “let me have an hour, at least.”

“Fine,” Merlin conceded, resting her head on the arm of his chair. Dutifully, Valen proceeds to use her head as an armrest. She huffs in amusement.

They stay like that for a few minutes, Merlin lazily flipping through the book, pausing every time Valen leans closer to inspect a print. Eventually, she complains about her neck, and Valen lets up to allow her a slightly more comfortable position.

“I don’t know how to teach languages,” Merlin says suddenly, startling Valen out of his concentration, “but I think, with Hammie’s help, I could teach you a couple phrases and see where it goes from there?”

Valen blinks in surprise. “You don’t have to do that, Merlin.”

She shrugs. “I want to. Gives me something to do. If you want to, of course.”

Valen pauses, thinks it over, takes another long sip of his drink.

“…sure. We’ll see where it goes.”

Merlin nods, and flips the book closed.

“but if I’m a bullshit student, you can’t be mad at me.”

“I’ll never believe you are,” Merlin sniffs, scooping the book up and standing with a grunt. “Deep down, you’re a nerd like the rest of us, Mr. Playboy Solitaire.”

[via-l0ve]

OMG UR MIKE SCHMIDT HCS ARE PERFECT!!!!!!!!! pls do a part two 🙏🙏

(btw can I be 😾 anon? )

Dating Mike Schmidt Hcs PT. 2!❣️

a/n: ABSOLUTELY!!! thank you sm 😾 anon <3 i love u! this also includes just some general head cannons of him because he’s my baby.

warnings: nothing :)

mike drinks coffee and energy drinks all the time

his favorite flavor of monster is the original or the Strawberry dreams

if you like monster (i’m an addict) he buys you one every time he buys one for himself

when he was working at freddy’s you’d patch him up if he ever got hurt :(

you teach him how to bake so he can teach Abby

You’re the only person Abby likes her brother to be with

she incorporates you into her drawings after a while of knowing you

mike is so happy when he sees you drawn in because his sister’s approval means a lot to him even if she’s only ten

it takes a while for mike to open up to you

but when he does he kinda has to break it up into small bits

he’s surprised when you hug him and comfort him bc what no one’s ever done that before

his love language is most definitely words of affirmation and physical touch

mike is so stressed with his work schedule so he can’t always be there physically but he always, without fail, every. day. sends you a good morning and good night text.

that might not seem like much but it’s everything to me okay!!!!

“hey baby, good morning :) i love you the most and i hope you have an amazing day. im on my way to work now but when i get out ill text you and when i get home ill give you lots of kisses. i love you.”

that’s so fucking cute

you guys have frequent date nights that just consist of laying on the couch or in his bed and watching a movie while he lays on your lap or on your chest

Abby usually interrupts because she “can’t sleep” but we all know it’s just because she wants to watch the movie

Mike secretly has a savings account for the two of you

he wants the best for you and when he can give you the world he will

but for right now he’ll pay for some stuff and give you kisses afterwards

he makes playlists that remind him of you

he loves to give you his clothes

or, if you don’t want those, he gives you blankets of his that smell like him

Mike notices the little things

like if you told him a story about your cousin and how they pissed you off

and then you brought them up again

he would remember the incident but he wouldn’t remember their name

“oh isn’t that the cousin who did all of that stuff to you?”

you guys have deep talks at 2am while he lays on your stomach and you comb through his hair with your fingers and you guys just talk and make out

his lips are soft but his hands aren’t

you definitely flirt with him all the time to make him blush

he hates feet

like everyone wears socks in his house or he will shoot his eyes out

he also hates canned corn

don’t ask me why i think this is just do

he’s scared of being alone

he also most definitely uses “:) :( :/ .-.” instead of actual emojis

he laughs at all of your jokes

even if they’re just not funny

he dosent want you to get sad lol

he’s always scared he’s not enough for you

he works a lot and he’s constantly tired and he makes minimum wage so it’s not like he can take you out to fancy dates or anything

he opens up about how he feels and when you tell him how much you adore your little mundane activities he gets all teary eyed and just hugs you so tight

:(((

he just wants to be the best version of himself for you

he adores you

off topic - he’s a lightweight when he drinks

he’ll stumble into the house drunk and just clinging onto you like a sloth

poor baby

he just deserves the world

[h0neyd3w-tea]

Heyy! I have some questions about OL if its fine with you.

First of all, how are you? If Philza did start a war, would it be against just the hunters or every single human? If Tommy had died by the bullet, what would the Angel of Death's Coven do to the vampires? Will there ever be more talk of the Vampire Council, metioned in chapter 12, in a future chapter? What does the Vampire Council do and how many people are on it?

I love the characters and the worldbuilding in OL, it is wonderfully written!!!

Ty!

Hello!

I’m doing good! I’m currently driving trains for a living lmao, so a lot has changed. ^^

Philza is actually one of the few vampires who believes that declaring war against all of humanity would be counter productive. So the war he does plan on declaring is very much restricted to the Hunter Organization, who he views to be the most responsible for Tommy’s near death.

If Tommy had died, the entire island would’ve been burnt down to the ground. I’m not sure what the full fall out would be, but I’d say a grieving SBI would be the catalyst to one of the biggest disasters to ever strike the world in this au. I don’t think they’d gun for any specific vampires in that situation. As long as they don’t try to get in the way that is. In other words, it’s a good thing Tommy survived lol.

Most likely not, their inclusion was mainly for world building purposes. They don’t really have an impact on the plot anyways, since Philza kinda does what he wants. Whatever the Council says is at best a strong suggestion in his mind.

The Vampire Council is mainly made up of Coven leaders like Puffy and Sam. Philza both is and isn’t a part of it, and Schlatt is too young in most Coven leader’s eyes to be considered for a seat (though they definitely have close discussions with him). The Council’s job is mostly diplomatic in nature. They don’t necessarily speak on behalf of all the Covens in the area, but they’re the ones the humans would reach out to.

I don’t really have a set number or members in mind. But there’s probably not too many people.

Thank you!! I’d say the characters are my favorite thing to come up with, so I’m very happy that those resonate with people!! ^^ Sorry for the grammatical errors haha, I’m super tired.

Thank you so much for the ask! :D<3

[bennettzone]

word count: 1.9k

genre(s): fluff, established relationship, first kiss (yipeeee), gn!reader

✎ synopsis: after a long night watching over windrise, bennett comes to brighten your day.

✎ a/n: first fic in a while kinda nervous but hope u enjoy. <3 (I tried my best to proofread this btw but it's likeee 1 in the morning and im tired LOL)

Today, you were exhausted. You spent all night at Windrise, looking out for anything out of the ordinary. Someone had been tipped off that there was a suspicious group of people lurking around. Your best guess was treasure hoarders. They usually were up to no good.

While Rosaria usually handles things like this, the group had been spotted in multiple areas, therefore alerting people of the situation and more places needing to be watched over. Furthermore, the partner you had been assigned to take nightwatch shifts with ‘got sick’ and bailed at the last minute. You were stubborn and felt like it was too much of a hassle to go all the way back to the city when it was already so late.

So here you were, extremely sleep deprived, hoping that this group was caught soon.

With a massive yawn, you looked over to see the brightest light of your morning, as if right on cue.

“Hey, Y/n! Good morning!” Bennett, your boyfriend, was walking toward you, with something in his hands, “I had to be so careful not to drop this…But you must be starving!”

Bennett sat next to you on a massive tree root, handing you something wrapped in a piece of cloth. Upon opening it, you found a sandwich. Not just any sandwich, but a breakfast sandwich. Nice.

“You’re my savior, really. I felt like I was about to wither away.” You joked, already rushing to dig in.

“Say…Where is the person who was supposed to keep watch with you last night? I saw them walking this way when I left yesterday.” He asked, scanning the area to find no sight of them.

“They got sick, at least that’s what they told me. So they went back, and I stayed here by myself all night.” Bennett choked on air hearing those words come out of your mouth.

“What!? No way…You should’ve come and gotten me, I wasn’t too far…That sucks.” He brushed his shoulder against yours, and you turned to see the biggest frown on his face.

“It’s fine, really. I’m going to sleep really good once I go home.” You laughed, finishing off the sandwich after.

“Let me walk you back…Better yet, I’ll carry you! How about that?” He said with a grin.

“No, no…It’s okay, walking will suffice. You’ve already fed me, so that’s enough.” You got up, dusting yourself off.

“You sure? I wouldn’t mind at all!” Bennett got up as well, before looking over at the sky, his expression dropping, “Aw man…No way, It looks like it’s about to rain…”

You chuckled, grabbing your bag. You prepared exactly for this moment. You pulled out two things.

“Here you go: coat for me, and another one of mine for you.” You said, handing the thicker one to Bennett.

Bennett’s face lit up again, taking the coat and putting it on as you did the same with yours.

“You know my luck…Thanks for thinking of me too.” He said, before quickly swooping you into a hug.

Bennett was really warm, which was a drastic difference to the chilly weather brought on by the wind mixed with the rain which began to sprinke across the land around the two of you. You melted into his embrace for a moment, feeling the drowsiness really starting to kick in.

“Isn’t it so pretty here when it rains, though? I love the way things look when it rains.” You said, making Bennett feel a little better about something he was sure was his fault.

You never felt frustration to that side of his luck, he was glad you could make something good out of it. Even if it did happen a lot.

You pulled away slightly, looking at him.

In that moment, Bennett felt a sudden urge to kiss you. Which was extremely overwhelming, considering that the two of you haven’t before. He thought really hard about it…He even leaned in a bit, but ultimately chickened out.

“It is…Windrise is a pretty nice place already, but I can see what you mean…” He pulled you back in, a bit tighter this time, taking in the scenery before pulling away completely, “Let’s get you home now, your bed is calling for you!”

Hand in hand, you and Bennett walked through the rain, and back to Mondstadt. As you were approaching the bridge leading up to the gate, you had a pretty good idea.

“Do you want to come to my place? If you’ve got nothing else to do, I could really use some help preparing for tonight…And also someone to make sure I’m up on time.” Bennett immediately agreed to this offer, as he liked helping you out for stuff like this. He was glad you felt like you could depend on him.

“Of course, as soon as we get to your place I’ll go and pick up some stuff for you. I’ll be back quick!” You nodded, and thus the walk to your door was swiftly over.

After you went inside, Bennett walked through town. He was headed to get some items from Blanche, the owner of Mondstadt General Goods. It went pretty smoothly compared to past times, which he was thankful for since he didn’t want to keep you waiting long.

As he turned around to head back, a familiar face stopped him.

“Good morning, Bennett! It’s rare to see you out in town this early.” Barbara walked up to him with a gentle wave, giving him a warm smile.

“Good morning Barbara! It’s rare for me to see you in town at all…What are you up to?” Bennett asked, shuffling through the bag of things he had in his hand.

“I’m going to pick up some herbs for some medicines I need to make,” Barbara then noticed that Bennett was wearing your coat, which piqued her interest, “Did you walk Y/n back to the city this morning?”

“Yeah, we just got back actually! I’m getting some things for them so they can go ahead and rest up.” Bennett said happily.

“You’ve been together for a little while now…It makes me happy that you’re doing well.” Barbara had a question pop up in her head, one that she was excited to ask, “I don’t want to sound like I’m prying too much…But has Y/n tried to kiss you yet?”

She said that with a giggle, but when Bennett finally processed the question, he let out a near scream and dropped the bag that was in his hands.

Barbara seemed shocked, but she didn’t question it before she began helping him pick up the things he had dropped.

“Sorry, that was overdramatic…It’s just…No, we haven’t done that yet.” Bennett laughed awkwardly, thanking her for helping him, “I wouldn’t be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it though…I just don’t want to mess anything up with them.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure things will go well. They seem to really like you…I know you want to be careful, but I don’t think you should worry yourself so much over it.” He really appreciated her advice, as he felt a little better about it…Not so much him embarrassing himself though.

“Thanks for saying that…I hope it does go well,” Bennett clutched the bag close to him this time, “I should get going now, have a good day!” She wished him the same as he walked off, near sprinting back to where you were staying.

Walking into the door, he saw you waiting for him.

“Hey, you should be in bed!” He said, taking his shoes off after putting the bag down, walking over to you.

“I know, I know…I just wanted you to come back first.” You said, grabbing his hands, “Are you tired at all?”

“I mean, it’s nothing compared to you probably…I am a little, though.” He said, swaying on his feet a little.

“Come nap with me for a bit, then. What do you say?”

Bennett felt a lot of happiness swell up in him. He loved taking naps with you.

“Sure. I should wake up a while before you, so I can prepare all of your things then.” He said, and you nodded, pulling him to your room.

He put down the coat you lent him next to your bag, assuming you’d probably put it back in there with the one you had on earlier. (As you always did, specifically for him. He felt special.)

As you got into your comfy bed, you held up the blanket for Bennett to join you. You still felt a little chill in your bones from the rain, so you were really looking forward to all of the warmth you were about to get. And that you would get, because when Bennett snuggled up to you, it was like paradise.

You stayed awake for a moment, thinking.

“I can’t get that image of how beautiful Windrise looked earlier out of my head…I really enjoyed that. It was so much better because you were there too.” You said in a hushed tone, giggling a bit to yourself.

“I feel the same way…I can appreciate the rain a lot more when you’re around.”

You backed up a little, staring at Bennett who was staring right back at you.

“Is something the matter?” He questioned. You let out a little sigh before sitting up.

“A little…Can I ask you something? A request, rather.” You said, and he nodded, sitting up with you.

“Go ahead, I’m all ears.” He said, already worrying that he had done something wrong.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything…I’ve just been thinking…” You dragged out your sentence a little, contemplating if you even wanted to finish it, “It’s just…I don’t know if you feel the same way about this in particular, but I was wondering if maybe…I could kiss you?”

Bennett’s eyes went super wide at your request, stunning him into silence. It’s crazy…He’d already had that same thought twice since he came to get you this morning.

You felt a little panic at the lack of a response, so you started frantically speaking.

“I-I mean, you’re allowed to say no! I know this isn’t the ideal time or place for our first one, maybe…It’s just that-”

“No! I do…I want to. I really do.” He said, stopping you as quick as he could react to.

You took a moment, before beaming at him. You couldn’t help but to take him down with a hug, nuzzling into the crook of his neck for a moment before coming back up.

“Okay…Let me know when you’re ready. Don’t think too hard about it. I’m already happy that you want to.” You said.

“For sure…I’m happy you brought it up. I’m ready whenever.” He said.

With that, you took a good look at him before leaning down.

The two of you closed your eyes, before you gently pressed your lips to his.

You felt a lot of happiness bubble up within you in that moment, running your fingers through his hair. You felt him bring his hand up to your face, which stayed after you pulled away.

You felt so happy that you could even shed tears.

However, you didn’t want him to worry, so you quickly got back into place to fall asleep.

“I’m really happy. I’m going to sleep so much better now.” You said, closing your eyes.

“Me too…I hope you sleep well. I love you.” He said gently, rubbing your shoulder.

“I love you too, Bennett. I hope you sleep well too.”

He was glad you were going to be able to sleep better as a result of that…Because he didn’t think he was going to be able to sleep at all.

[seiwas-interact]

HI i was gonna tag you at first but i figured it’d be easier to just write here :D i’m sorry in advance if this turns out rly long!! i just really wanna take the time to show my appreciation for everything you said on that satoru piece <33

first of all THANK YOU???? SO MUCH?????? like i literally can’t describe in words how happy it made me to read all you wrote, i was giggling n kicking my feet and everything. no but really tysm!! <3 for being so kind and for taking the time to comment on it so thoughtfully!!! it means so much you have no idea!!!!!!!🥺🥺and pls never apologize for the rambling i got sosososoo happy reading all the lines you liked and all your thoughts, i can’t thank u enough!! <33

i thought you couldn’t top the shoujo anime comment but comparing it to an indie movie scene is. so kind. ”scenes that feel almost stolen if anything” like that’s such a nice thing to say??!!! i was definitely going for that kind of vibe too so i’m so happy it came across well :’3 subtle intimacy is also like. my FAVORITE thing to write ever so i was ecstatic that u enjoyed it!!!!!

oh and the reader too!! i’m so relieved you liked them!! it’s not even intentional atp but every time i write for satoru reader ends up extremely down bad bc my love for him bleeds thru😭😭i’m sick and tired of it tbh but i’m physically incapable of pairing him w anyone who isn’t constantly like ’i love my dumbass bf’….. he deserves to be praised for all he does!! god knows no one else in that series is telling him good job and patting him on the head and giving him treats. smh.

overall i’m just. genuinely so, so happy you liked my take on satoru and love, it’s such a huge part of his character even in canon so i try my best to do it justice!! i feel like satoru would just benefit soooo much from a really sweet, gentle, easygoing love bc like you said he’s just. carrying so much weight on his shoulders, and especially after his love w suguru ended so tragically and was so heavy i just think he’d like something light.

for the record i absolutely adore your take on it too!!! how being loved makes him feel small but not in a bad way, how he feels so safe w you……… how he can just be satoru. like it made me insane when i read it bc you’re so RIGHT. i love your satoru sm, you make him feel so human and capture that vulnerable side of him so well that it kinda hurts to read LMAO… it’s just so…!!!! yeah. it’s so tender and good and achey

aaa and and and…. it makes me so soft that u thought my writing was homey….🥺🥺mine def leans more towards introspective thoughts and feelings too!! it’s just too fun to dig into your fave’s psyche lol.

anyway i feel like i’m just rambling away in your askbox so i’ll leave it there but pls just know how much i love and appreciate you <33 no need to answer this btw i just needed u to know!!!!! i feel like we all need some gojo fluff after those leaks LMAOO (i am in extreme misery) so i hope the fic could be a small comfort…… i’m just here writing sickeningly fluffy gojo content to distract myself from the manga atp…………

hi darlin omg 🥺 help we’re both just apologising for rambling on eachothers pages omg 😭 pls don’t apologise aaah!!! this is so so sweet of you 🥺

OF COURSE i had to comment thoughtfully on your fic omg it’s what you deserve!!! 🥺 it rlly tickled so many parts of my brain when it came to understanding satoru’s perspective!! tugged at my heart just as much too 🥺 i love introspective works a lot 🤧

i’m so happy i was able to get the vibe of it right too omg 🥺 as a reader who writes i think i get a lot more conscious now if what i understabd overlaps with what the writer is trying to portray omg akksnxkd but yes subtle intimacy omg 🥺

and yes to lovesick reader too 😭😭 i enjoy all dynamics but i have an extremely soft spot for when both are whipped for one another and for satoru especially !!!! our baby boy 🥺

& re: satoru and love, i think so too !!! i think that guy needs some luvin in his life and it shouldn’t be any more difficult than all the shit he’s been thru already 😭 that lil scene u added the ‘be careful satoru’ one i think omfg IT ACHED

AND AAAAH how u like my satoru too omg 🥺 thank u thank u 🥺 that’s such a compliment!! tender and achey 🥹 i do try to humanise him as much as i can so i’m glad it came across 🥹 ur satoru 🤝 my satoru 🥹🫶🏻

i hope u’re ok after the leaks!!! i’ve also just been thinking up all the fluffiest, most comforting ideas to cope 🤧 josnxkdn

read ‘i’ll relearn love at our kitchen table’ (super soft n comforting gojo!!! ☹️ tugged at my heart!!!!)

[sasdavvero]

Writing patterns (tag game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

thank you @gwennevlis for the tag!!

"I’m telling you, this isn’t gonna end well." [you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)]

Freedom. [Doomed From The Start]

Kaiser noticed the itching for the first time on the field, while he held Isagi by the hair after he had fainted. [you make me feel alive (every time I breathe)]

Isagi took a deep breath, walking with the others to the field. [Right Where We Left]

Keigo's morning was going well. [Jinxed It!]

Anger was a complicated feeling. [Talk it Out]

Seika was just on the computer, looking up soccer videos. [dimmi che l'amore esiste anche per me // tell me that love exists for me too]

Bachira was a very unsure person. [a volte muoio su un letto che non è il mio // sometimes I die in a bed that's not mine]

Isagi was tired. [cos'hai detto di me? (ma non sono così) // what did you say about me? (but I'm not like that)]

Isagi sighed, taking a drag from the cigarette in his hand. [Awful]

I'm not sure of this, but usually, since I often put the first few paragraphs of the story as the summary of my fics, I tend to try my best to "attract the attention" on the point of the story, kinda. All the first sentences are of a short length, apart from a few. Sentence No.2 is a separate thing, it's from about a year ago? I think (all the others are from at max 3 months ago), but I think it's the one I like the most among these 10 lol, very straight to the point, maybe too telling of the theme of the story, but yeah, I'm weirdly proud of it, I couldn't have chosen a better first word lol.

I usually avoid starting a story with a dialogue, (reason why no.1 is the only one like that) as I try to focus on a feeling and/or describe an action just to set the mood.

I'm not good at finding patterns at all, especially in my writing ahah (it was easier when I went all out with the repetitions, now it's more complicated) but this was fun!!

tagging (no pressure): @a-na-dhil @spookysshadow and whoever wants to do this!! :D

[lovelyraven01]

Dating the Genshin Men HCs

Featuring: Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

Warnings: Suggestive themes. Swearing.

This is the most fun I've had writing something in a long time plssssss

Albedo: 

Ur his first s/o so he doesn’t understand affection but tries

The first time you tried holding his hand he got confused and snatched his hand away thinking it was an accident lmaooo 

Weirdly a good kisser

Likes to draw u nakey

Make u coffee or tea or whatever you wanted in the mornings

Has pretty bad insomnia, you gotta drag this man to bed or else he will be up ALL NIGHT

Ayato:

Acts high and mighty but is actually such a baby for you 

Begs u to go out and get boba with him MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY 

Secretly loves scented candles lmaooo and would melt if you surprised him with one

Isn’t afraid to take you out and show you off at all his business meetings and parties 

He likes it when u pull his hair 👀

Highkey a sugar daddy and will spoil u

Childe: 

Bros a family man. Definitely bugs you about having kids 

Likes to play fight but will let you win… Most of the time

Will give you piggyback rides if you’re tired of walking 

Teases you mercilessly but would literally want to jump off a cliff if he ever accidentally hurt your feelings 

Comes home bloody and bruised from fights and haves you tend to him as a personal nurse

Don’t worry he’ll thank you later 👀

Dainsleif:

Emotionally unavailable but tries for you 

The first time he tried initiating a kiss he accidentally knocked his teeth into yours and now he's scared to initiate any form of contact LOL

Will take you out at night and watch the fireflies with you

Likes holding ur hand and will play with your fingers and stroke the top of your hand 

Whispering sweet nothings into his ear will simultaneously make him all mushy but also really h0rnee

He’s a softy for small animals (especially cats) and will often bring them home 

Diluc:

#1 in the daddy issues category. Interpret that however you please 

Will make u food if you help him at the winery or tavern 

Likes to surprise you with flowers and picnics for no reason 

Lays his head on your chest when y’all snuggle 

Gets jealous kinda easily lol but also easy to reassure 

Gorou:

Says he doesn’t like his tail or ears touched but that’s BULLSHIT. Pls pet his tail and ears; just be gentle

Has a praise kink for sure 

Chases crystalflies and will bring u one as a gift 

He’s scared of bugs and will make you kill them

Likes taking walks around Inazuma with you

He swings ur arm around like a little kid when y’all hold hands 

Itto:

Likes showing off his strength and carries you EVERYWHERE

Gives the best bear hugs 

Secretly can’t swim but never admitted it until he almost drowned when y’all went skinny dipping 

He likes sleeping on your pillow with you but he also drools in his sleep so sometimes u wake up with a puddle of drool on your pillow 

Is ur biggest hype man and will always praise you and treat u as if you were a god/goddess 

“WHOOOO LESSGO BABY YOU LOOK FINE AS HELL”

Kaeya:

UGH I could go on and on about this man I’m so downbad for him

Likes to surprise you with a visit when he’s supposed to be working cuz he misses u

Has no shame and will grab ur ass EVERYWHERE even in public and in front of people. PDA is not a word in his vocabulary 

Cries in his sleep and ur too scared to bring it up tbh 

The first time you genuinely complimented him (like u called him handsome or something) he got so flustered he giggled and he got SO EMBARRASSED LOL

Gives the best back massage you’ve ever had but it often leads to more…

He acts like he wears the pants in the relationship but tbh it’s you. You have him wrapped around your finger <3

Kazuha: 

He writes u love poems and shit 

Makes the best tea and always makes sure to have a cup waiting for you every morning 

Y’all get high together on the daily and just go wandering 

One of those times Kazuha fell into a stream and dropped his blunt and he got so sad he almost cried 

Gives the best kisses 

Likes to slow dance with you in the moonlight 

Heizou: 

He loves taking u on fancy dinner dates and just treating you like royalty 

Probably has just a hint of little man syndrome but it’s so fucking funny 

Will kiss your face all over for literally forever cause he just loves u so much 

Is definitely into roleplay lmaoo 

He gets so happy if you pack lunch for him to take to work - he often forgets to eat when working but if it’s made by you he always takes time to enjoy it

Likes to stand on things to make himself taller than you and then give u a kiss 

Scaramouche:

Sometimes u wonder if he even likes u but then one time he didn’t see you for like half a day and he bitched so much about it looll 

He DEFINITELY has little man syndrome 

Acts like tough shit but at night when y’all sleeping he CLINGS to you

His love language is gift giving cause he can’t use his words for shit 

The first time he tried to tell u he loved you he stuttered so bad and you kinda had to hold back a laugh cause it was really funny 

Thoma:

Literal house husband 

Would be so happy to clean and cook for u while you’re out so when you come home your house is clean and there’s food on the table

Is another softy for animals and often takes them home

Also has a praise link 

Is easily flustered and if you compliment him he’ll blush so hard and try to cover his face 

Says he loves you literally all the time it’s almost annoying 

Venti:

Since being with you he’s been drinking a lot less and has been more at peace 

Sings to you when you’re sad or scared 

Really likes hugs and wants to hug u all the time 

Falls asleep the second y’all start to watch a movie 

He put cat ears on you once as a joke and got so flustered he choked on his spit and had a coughing fit 

Xiao:

Another guy who you often wonder if he even likes you but this mf literally stalks u

Not in weird or creepy way just in the ‘you mean so much to him that he wants to protect you with his whole life’ way 

Sleeps like he’s dead (like he doesn’t move or looks like he’s breathing) and it worries u sometimes 

The first time he told u he loved u it was just so randomly that you didn’t react right away cuz u were so shocked and he got so embarrassed he teleported away and didn't come back for TWO DAYS LMAOO

Now he will often tell you he loves you, especially if he has to go away for a while 

Zhongli:

King of forehead kisses 

Often bores you to sleep at night with his stories. He never minds though 

Likes it when you sit in his lap 

Also gives really good back massages but also will want something in return lmao 

His compliments are so beautiful and heartfelt it makes you blush every time 

On your birthday

“This is a dried glaze lily that came into bloom on the day of your birth. Long ago, the people of Liyue would say that this flower blooms bearing the weight of the beautiful memories and prayers of the land. I believe this to have been applied on the day you were born as well."

[fairytheo]

enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for. 

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,, 

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3 

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday 

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;] 

f a s h i o n  c o u p l e 

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements. 

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him 

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL 

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

��� ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise. 

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>) 

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33  

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED . 

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!! 

MIRROR SELCAS

MIRROR SELCAS 

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P” 

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!) 

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,, 

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies) 

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !! 

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^ 

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around 

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

[wonwoonlight]

📣: friend!Chan // fluff // friends to lovers // 900~ words // ft. Seungkwan

A/N: surprise! got a bit of free time and i kinda missed doing reqs so here ya go, some of the last reqs i still had from before haha. im getting rusty lol. thank you for the request <3 enjoy!

find the rest of requested drabble here

“Excuse me, but what the fuck do you mean you’ve got a date with Jung Chanwoo?” Seungkwan asks in disbelief, his face pissed off beyond measure.

You cower slightly from your friend, unsure why he’s reacting like this (okay, you do know why he’s being this way, but you’re in denial and you’d rather not go that road). “I mean just that. And aren’t you the one who told me to finally go on a date?”

“With Lee Chan! Not Chanwoo!” he bursts out in frustration. Honestly, isn’t it enough burden that he has to deal with you and Chan being oblivious? Now you have somehow scored a date with another Chan and Boo Seungkwan has had enough. “How did that even happen? You don’t even like him!”

You mutter Yeri’s name under your breath, a little afraid that the girl would also have to face Seungkwan’s wrath for setting you up with Chanwoo.

“Plus, it’s not like Chan cares,” you pout, a little annoyed at the mention of the guy. Truthfully, you don’t know what is it you have with him. Sometimes you’d be dancing around each other, the line between romantic love and friendship blurred at its best. At others, he’d joke around about how you don’t have a boyfriend like it wouldn’t bother him if you have one.

What’s with the guy, really?

“Why are you two grumpy?” Chan greets you both, taking a seat next to you instead of Seungkwan. You hate, hate, hatethe way your heart still flutters in excitement despite the frown on your face. He’s sitting so close to you to the point where you’re sure your shoulder would touch his chest if you lean back a little, and it’s getting harder to not be conscious around him.

“Your friend right here,” Seungkwan starts, emphasizing the word you hate most when one asks what’s between you and Chan. You kind of see what Seungkwan’s going to say, and you would’ve stopped him if this was any other day, afraid that Chan would get… hurt or something. But you’re getting tired of trying to gauge his feelings towards you, and you figure you might as well just let Seungkwan be. “is going on a date with Jung Chanwoo when she’s not even interested in him.”

You can feel it; the way Chan quickly turns to you and looks at you in question. You can almost picture it perfectly in your mind, to be honest, there’s probably a frown in his face and his jaw is a little taut. You continue to play with your bottle though, pretending like his gaze isn’t making your face warm at all.

He nudges you, practically demanding your attention, and you look at him with faux nonchalant in your face, as if you have no idea what he wants from you—which is true, to certain points. What does he want from you?

“Why are you going on a date with him?”

“I’m bored and Yeri says he’s a great guy, so she sets me up to meet him.”

The frown in Chan’s face deepens and he looks like he’s deeply offended. “You’re bored so you’re going on a date?”

“Might as well, right?” You shrug coyly, the both of you are already way into this that you don’t notice Seungkwan leaning forward to watch the two of you like he’s watching TV. “You keep on telling me to get a boyfriend, too.”

The words hurt you, to be honest. To you, it means that Chan isn’t interested in you and you would’ve given anything to change that fact. But despite the time you spend flirting with each other, the way he’d lean on your shoulder to whine when it’s just the two of you, and the late night calls you’d have with him from time to time, Chan never makes it clear what is it between the two of you.

And then he goes around saying something about your non-existent boyfriend. How are you supposed to take all of that, really?

“But… but, that’s not what I meant…” he says, his voice gradually getting smaller and you notice his palm turning into a fist.

“Whay did you mean, then?” you challenge him, looking at him straight in the eyes as if you’re not about to throw up from pretending to be confident and your heart isn’t beating so hard the sound’s clear in your ears.

Chan opens his mouth and then closes it again, the words jumbled in his head and he doesn’t know how to string them together. You’re so close—way too close now that your body is facing him and he could’ve just kissed you right there and then if you’d let him.

He makes the mistake of glancing down your lips and, before he even realizes, he’s already leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You blink in shock, the weight of his mouth against yours barely lasting a second and yet you can still feel your whole face on fire from the sudden kiss.

Seungkwan clasps his own hand on his mouth, silently screaming to himself as his feet happily shake beneath the table.

“I… I’m—fuck. Sor—No! God, I’m so stupid. I’m sorry. Not because I kissed you but because I didn’t ask if… I could do that?” he says, the words stumbling out of his mouth before he can even think properly.

You don’t say anything and, for a second, Chan thinks you’re about to scream at him for kissing you out of nowhere. But you repeat your question earlier instead. “I asked, what did you mean?”

“I mean… go on a date with me instead?”

©wonwoonlight – all rights reserved.

[whiskeynwriting]

You Are Everything

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Reader

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Daddycember Masterlist

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Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) okay, we have a lot lol. Dirty talk, masturbation, dry humping, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, spitting, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

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A/N: ahhh yayay Daddy comes home!! Part One: Sing For Me

Lots of these are starting off intense and sending sweet and soft, idk what it is lol

Also, sorry I didn’t get to post all the Daddycember fics yesterday y’all. I’m sick with covid, lol

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           “God,” you huff out, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. “What time is it?”

           You glance over at your nightstand, reaching out to pick up your phone. A saddened whine of a sigh leaves your lips when you read the time. It’s only 3:45pm. Jack won’t be home for more than an hour.

           You hated days like this. As childish as it may sound, you and Jack always wanted to be around each other. You’d found your person, your other half, and nothing compared to having them in your arms. It was almost strange how you never seemed to tire of each other, rarely wanting personal space or time alone. He cares for you, and you cares for him, in ways that others just couldn’t.

           This week, you only worked three days. It was also the last week Jack was gone, and he was supposed to come home today, or tonight, the details were always fuzzy with missions. Ugh, it’s so boring without him; there isn’t much else to do in the somewhat empty home. Everything was cleaned and put away, you didn’t have to make dinner because Jack wanted to order in tonight, he always did when he came home from trips, not wanting you to make a fuss and just have you in his arms. There was nothing to do for work, nothing you could even get ahead on. There wasn’t even a new show for you to binge. You were hopelessly and utterly bored.

           Suddenly, thankfully, your phone begins to ring. You look down to the phone still in your hand to see Jack’s handsome face pop up on the screen. Eagerly, you sit up, smiling widely as you accept the call and put the phone to your ear.

           “Jack?”

           “Hey babycakes,” Jack returns, his tone expressing the smile on his face.

           “Hi!” you giddily reply, “What’re you doing?”

           “Just givin’ you a call, wanted to see how you’re doin’.”

           Jack knows you’ve been lonely; you always are when he’s gone. But him being gone didn’t bother just you; he missed you, too.

           You shrug, “I’m doing okay. Kinda bored.” You admit, glancing down at your fingernails. “I miss you.”

           “I miss you too, baby.” He replies, his sweet voice a little sad. “I’m so eager to see you, darlin’. I get to have you all to myself tonight.”

           You hum excitedly, smiling brightly once again. “I know, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to see you.”

           “I know, sugar.” He hums, smiling even brighter at your excited state.

           “When will you be home?”

           He sighs, keeping silent for a moment before admitting, “I’m not sure yet, sweetheart.”

           You groan on the other end, fearing that he’d be getting home late in the night.

           “I’ll do my best to get home to you as quickly as I can. I’m already on my way.”

           After a few more words, you say your goodbyes. You hate to make him feel bad for working, and you do everything you can not to. But sometimes you just can’t help yourself. You miss him. And, about two seconds later, you remember what you normally do when you feel this way.

           You work quickly to pull up the page on your phone, finding some random video to pleasure yourself to. This time, it’s a man shoving his face between a beautiful brunette’s thighs. You watch as he licks her, shoving his tongue inside and forcing loud cries from her mouth. He licks through her folds and all the way up to her clit, flicking and sucking on it with his mouth and tongue, just like Jack does when he plays with you. You do your best to imagine it, to see Jack’s handsome face nestled between your thighs. You love when he licks you, running his tongue over the curves of your thighs before his glorious mouth sucks your lips inside. Your fingers then dive in, pretending they’re his but failing miserably due to the size difference.

           “Fuck,” you whimper, more so out of annoyance than bliss.

           The pillow next to you is Jack’s, his scent filling your nose when you turn your head to the side. You nuzzle against it, closing your eyes and releasing a satisfied breath. Your hips move, rolling down against your own hand while you imagine the masculine noises from your screen to be from the man that pleases you, takes care of you, loves you.

           Before you know it, you’re ripping your hand out of your pants. That same hand grabs Jack’s pillow, stuffing it between your thighs and holding it there while you begin grinding down onto it. Your hips rut against the soft material, back and forth, back and forth, stimulating your aching sex in the most pleasurable of ways.

           God dammit, you needed him. You couldn’t fucking stand it any longer. Two weeks was way too fucking long. You can’t control yourself, can’t cuddle into his pillow any longer; you need something other than your own hand, and what better object than the soft sheets that smell just like him. It made you feral, groaning and gasping as you humped your lover’s pillow. You’d wash it later, your shame burning bright while replacing the smooth cover, but you wouldn’t get that chance.

           “Oh, baby…” he sighs out, his low voice stinging your skin in shock.

           Your eyes shoot open, your limbs burning hot as you jolt away from his pillow, the embarrassment of being caught now taking full affect. The loud gasp that is sucked from your chest has him chuckling as he leans against the room’s doorframe.

           “D-daddy… you’re home.”

           “That I am sugar,” he drawls out, walking over to you with languid, self-assured steps.

           His confidence shines as brilliantly as it always does, the black suit he’s wearing crinkling slightly as he leans over the bed. You lay back, your lips parting in innocence and curling into a slight smirk as he stands above you.

           “I – I thought you wouldn’t be home,” you stumble out. “For, for a while…”

           Jack chuckles above you, licking his lips as he grins. “Wanted to surprise you, baby doll. And I see I’ve done just that.”

           “Mm…” you whimper, your wide, doe eyes continuing to stare up at his handsome face.

           You can tell he’s come right from the airport, likely leaving his bags in the living room out past the door. His suit is crisp, wrinkle free and so, so smooth. His cowboy hat matches the rest of his attire in color and material, the fabric always brushed clean. He smells gorgeous, too, his face clean-shaven and smelling beautifully of pine.

           “What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asks, leaning in to cup your face. “Aren’t you happy to see your daddy?”

           Your smirk widens into a full-blown grin, nodding eagerly and quickly leaning up to frame his face with both your hands. You drag him down to you, and he happily complies, your lips meeting in an incredibly hurried fashion.

           “Sugar,” he nearly whines against your lips, both hands now framing your face as he leans over the bed. “I missed you so much.”

           “Baby,” you sigh, breaking the kiss to wrap him in your arms. “I missed you, too. I’m so glad you’re home.”

           His smile widens, accepting your embrace and wrapping you in his own. But then, all too quickly, he stands. You stare up at him with a pout, confused as to why he pulled away. That is, until you see him begin to shrug off his jacket.

           You scramble up to your forearms, smiling widely as your eyes take him in. He stands before you, his hands now reaching up to remove his hat and undo his tie. He sets piece after piece of clothing aside, laying them out on the ottoman at the end of your shared bed.

           “Babycakes,” he says, his voice much lower. He glances down as he works his tie, finally slipping it off and moving to the buttons of his shirt. “I think I liked what I was seein’ when I walked in here.”

           Your excited expression fades a bit, replaced by your girlish smirk and pink-tinted cheeks. You lift your shoulders, rolling your head to the side in a show of playful innocence. Now left only in his dress pants and shirt, Jack stares down at the discarded pieces of clothing before sighing deeply, and then turning to you. While sharing his gaze, your nibble on the corner of your lip, slowly reaching over to grab his pillow once again.

           “You want me to do it again?” you softly speak, your doe eyes continuing to stare up at him.

           “Baby doll,” he drawls out, returning to your side. “You’re too pretty to be humpin’ my pillow like that.”

            His eyes run over your form, his expression overtly confident as he witnesses the reaction his words bring out in you.

            “Why don’t you use daddy’s face instead?”

            A pang of adrenaline shoots through your body at his words, your lips curling into an open-mouthed smirk and your lips part in awe. A crimson hue warms your cheeks, causing him to smile in response, his eyebrows held high on his head as he waits for your response.

           “Move aside darlin’.” He orders, giving you a small nod. “Let me lay down so you can ride my face. Let daddy savor that beautiful space between your thighs; it’s been too long.”

           This, you most certainly agree with. You’re giddy with excitement and immediately scoot to the side of the bed instead of laying in the center. Jack smiles at your eagerness, now crawling onto the bed and over to you. He moves to hover above you, sighing out when he places his hand on your cheek. Jack stares down at you, his eyes full of admiration and love.

           You lean into him when he comes down for a kiss, both of your hands finding his face as your passion for one another begins to quickly rise. Jack’s mouth is fervent, pressing heated kisses to your lips while he molds your mouth to his. The hand on your cheek lowers to your jaw, forcing it to open so he can slide his tongue inside. Wet and warm and tasting entirely of Jack, his tongue collides with yours, sweeping over your tastebuds while a soft moan echoes into your lover’s mouth.

         “Mm…” you moan, the sound turning into a soft whine towards the end.

         Your hands find his hair, fingers immediately securing themselves around the dark locks. He grunts against you, his body beginning to move down over yours. Jack leans on his left forearm, allowing his right hand to travel over your curves. His palm curls around your waist to grab firmly at your hip, now moving lower to squeeze the plumpness of your cheeks.

          The older agent groans as he slides his tongue over yours, dipping inside your mouth and exploring you to the fullest extent. He shoves himself inside, working his way to the back of your throat. Then, he leans back, taking your tongue with him and sucking it out of your mouth. He lets it go with a soft pop, those deep, brown eyes staring down at your parted lips. And you keep your mouth open for him, knowing exactly what he wants. Your body tingles with excitement when you hear his deep groan, watching as he purses his lips. His cock throbs when he sees you open your mouth for him further, and you whine out when his spit drips down, landing on your tongue with a soft, wet sound. You close your eyes with a moan, letting the liquid slide down your tongue.

          “Swallow it.” he requests, nodding his head once.

           And you do, closing your mouth and licking your lips before smiling mischievously beneath him. He huffs out a low growl, shaking his head as his eyes rise to meet your own. Suddenly, his hand is on the band of your shorts. Instinctively, you lift up, allowing him to slide the clothing down and off your body alongside your panties.

           “Come here,” he grunts out, continuing to fumble with your clothes.

           You follow his lead, leaning up as he lifts your shirt over your head. His gaze is immediately set upon your chest, his brows folding up in the middle before his puppy dog eyes meet your own. His gaze provokes a bashfulness inside you, your skin prickling with goosebumps as your nerves continue to rise.  

           “Oh god…” he groans, leaning forward to run his hand over your body’s curves, his thumb lightly stroking your nipple. “Come here, sugar.” He then insists.

           “Come sit on daddy’s face. Come on.” He urges, tugging at your hips as he rolls over onto his back.

           You giggle excitedly, immediately sitting up and swinging your leg over his chest. Carefully, you sit up on your knees, slowly shuffling forward until you’re hovering directly over his face. Your chest nearly sits flush with the headboard of the bed, allowing you to lean against it for support. When you feel Jack’s large hands on your skin, you inhale a deep breath. Your body nearly shivers with excitement, the feeling of having Jack between your legs once again a beautiful exhilaration to your touch-starved body.

           He grunts when he does it, sliding his palms alongside your thighs before cupping your backside in hand. His eyes are set on the beautiful pinkness between your legs, his chest sucking in deep gulps of air as his own heart beats with arousal.

           Then, you whimper out, unable to determine what he wants you to do next. Does he want to continue admiring your form? Does he want you to lower yourself down? You feel lost without his words, his direction, and he knows it. He hums below you.

           “If you want daddy to lick your clit,” Jack coos to you, “Then all you gotta do is ask.”

           “Please,” you immediately stammer out, your voice strained with frustration and desire. “Please lick me.”

           All at once, Jack forces you down. You gasp out at the contact, his face now shoved between your thighs. Your heartbeat stutters when you feel his lips on your own, when you feel the powerful rumble of satisfaction from deep within his chest.

           He mouths at you, his jaw opening and closing as he laps at your core. Both of his hands stay cemented to your hips, forcing you to sit in the position that he wants.

           “J – Jack!” you gasp out, your hands flying to the edge of the headboard for balance.

           “Oh…” he groans out, lifting you slightly from his mouth. “Have I been gone that long?”

           “Hm?” you whimper, glancing down at him. You’re confused as to what he means.

           You meet the intense stare of Agent Whiskey as he sits below you, his palm quickly coming into content with your outer cheek.

           “Fuck!” you cry out, your head snapping up at the sting.

           “I think you know better than to call me that.” he spits out.

           “Fuck,” you whimper again, biting your lip with guilt. “Daddy…”

           “There we go,” he sighs, his gaze returning to your sex. “That’s a good girl.”

           Before you can revel in the relief blooming inside you, he’s hauling you back down. This time, his tongue slides out, running sloppily through your folds until he makes his way up to your clit. His lips wrap around it, suckling on the reddened bud while he throbs in his pants. His short fingernails dig marks into your skin, his arousal now climbing to new heights.

           “Oh…” you whine, throwing your head back and allowing your hips to move.

           He groans deeply at the act, feeling your slippery folds rub over the skin along his cheeks, nose, and mouth. His eyes roll back in his head, fully succumbing to the quickening pace of your hips.

                “Jesus,” he huffs out. “You’re so worked up, aren’t you angel? Just look at you, rubbing your pretty little pussy all over daddy’s face.”

                “Daddy,” you gasp out, continuing to rub yourself down onto Jack’s handsome face. “I love it, missed it. Missed it so much, fuck.”

                “Then keep goin’, baby. Show your daddy how much you missed him.” he demands, his voice becoming deeper and rougher with each passing second.

               “Okay daddy, okay…”

               “Good girl, baby.” He mumbles against you, releasing a rough sigh at your immediate compliance. “Yeah honey, just like that. Just let it all out.”

               You’d think that him moving his lips wouldn’t feel as good as when they’re sliding against you, but you’d be wrong. The more he talks, the more friction he provides, the soft skin of his mouth constantly moving against your tender sex.

               “Oh god, I love it baby doll. You hear me? Daddy loves it.” he drawls out, completely entranced by your beauty body.

                Jack continues encouraging your actions, his hands guiding your motions as he shoves you back and forth across his face. While he was gone, there was absolutely nothing he thought of more than the delectable taste between your thighs. It was something he desperately craved, something that made his mouth water, something he couldn’t find anywhere else.

                “God dammit, baby. That’s it, let daddy taste his baby girl’s juicy little pussy. Come on baby, rub it all over my face. Make me messy with your cunt.”

                “Daddy!” you cry out, the ethereal waves pulsating through your core only heightening with his words.

                “And when you’re done,” he grunts, “You can lick it off while you tell me how good it tastes.”

               “Oh my god,” you huff out, rutting your hips against him at a now embarrassingly rapid pace.

              “Fuck, you slutty little thing.” He chokes out, his face running hot as he experiences the intensity of your sexual desire.  

              He keeps his eyes closed, fulling succumbing to your physical needs. He lets you use him how you want; let’s you get yourself off with his mouth and only spurring you on as he grips you in hand.

             “So tasty and wet, so sweet and sour in my mouth. Daddy missed the taste of your cunt, angel. He fucking missed it so bad.”

             The friction of your clit rubbing over Jack’s nose and mouth leads you directly down the path of bliss. He occasionally moves his head, lolling it back and forth and side to side, reveling in your taste and smell.

            “Daddy, daddy,” you stammer out. “I’m gonna – gonna cum.”

            “Then cum, sugar. Cum on your daddy’s face, I wanna taste it.” he demands, squeezing your cheeks in his large palms before giving you a harsh smack. “Come on, darlin’. Give it to me.”

            Your nails dig into the wooden frame behind the bed, your muscles seizing up as your body begins to fall. You feel light, your weight leaving you as your pleasure teleports you elsewhere. Your eyes are closed, your breaths coming out in short, puffy gasps as you shake above your love.

           Jack licks into you, lapping into your quivering channel and allowing you to ride out your high on his tongue. Your core clenches around him, your clit throbbing from the constant friction against his nose. He grunts and hums beneath you, purring pleasurably at the tangy taste leaking from your folds. You can feel it on your thighs, your wetness spreading across your skin as it comes in contact with Jack’s cheeks. It runs along his face, every drop he can’t get into his mouth sliding across his skin and transferring to your inner thighs.

           “Fuck yes baby,” you suddenly whine, “Oh my god.” The spasming of your legs causes your thighs to clench, your soft little gasps now flooding through the room.

           “Mm!” he suddenly huffs out, his breaths rough and ragged beneath you. “Good lord, sugar. How did daddy make you feel?”

           “So, so good.” You sigh, your eyes finally fluttering open. “I feel so good, daddy. Missed you, missed you between my thighs.”

           Jack smiles at your words, turning his head to place gentle kisses along your sensitive skin. Your heartrate begins to calm, your breathing now steady as Jack taps you twice on your hip. His action compels you to lift yourself, sliding off his face to lay at his side. Immediately, he rolls over, hovering above you and sliding your body back toward the center of the bed. You giggle as he tugs on you, the strength of his body sending shivers down your spine.

            Jack then sits up, leaning back on his heels as he begins rapidly undoing his shirt. He works on the buttons while you lean forward to fumble with the zipper of his pants. Immediately, you pull him out, stroking him in hand as your heart flutters in your chest. God, it’s been so long since you felt him last. You then open your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you take him in. A harsh groan forces its way from his throat upon feeling your sudden act, momentarily stalling his actions to glance down at you.

           “Oh, baby…” he moans, his brows folding up in the middle as he watches you run your mouth along his cock.

           He’s already leaking, already spilling onto your tongue. You moan at the salty taste of it, more than eager to please him and be rewarded with more. A moan vibrates across his length, prickling his skin with excitement. His hands force their way back to his shirt, ripping it the rest of the way off and discarding it on the ground. His fingers then entangle with your hair, pulling you back and off his cock.

           You gasp out at his force, smirking devilishly while licking up the small trail of spit. Your older lover shifts his weight as he slides out of his pants, removing his boxers along with them. As soon as he rids his body and any and all clothing, he’s back on you, leaning over you and shoving you down onto the bed.

           “Baby,” he chokes out, his voice suddenly full of emotion. “I love you so much.”

           “I love you too, daddy.” You gasp, your hands rising to his face to crash his lips down onto yours.

           You taste yourself on his tongue, the feminine essence he coaxed out of your core washing over your receptive buds. And you revel in it, the mixing of your tastes as you begin to become one. He strokes your body lovingly, passionately, fully resting himself against you as he attempts to mold your bodies together. You’re encased between his arms, safe and joyous while held in his embrace.

           Jack’s brows knit together as his main focus comes into view. The hand sliding along your body lands on your hip, curling inward and brushing over your mound. You gasp into his mouth, immediately thrusting up into his hand. His fingers continue to move, the moment suddenly soft and romantic as his kisses slow. He leans back a bit, staring down into your eyes as he thrusts a single finger inside.

           “Oh!” you gasp out, arching into his touch while releasing a satisfied sigh.

           He moans at your response, his tongue poking out to lick his lower lip as he begins to move inside. On the second stroke he adds another finger, watching as you move in unison with his act. You roll your hips up, your one hand grasping his outer bicep while the other holds the back of his neck.

Daddy then leans down, pressing his forehead to yours as his heated breaths fan out across your skin. It’s slow and deep, his fingers making space inside you before he does so with himself.

           “Oh, baby…” you sigh out, moaning lightly at his touch as you cling to him for dear life.

           “Baby doll,” he chokes out, his breaths becoming hurried and ragged above you. “My sweet girl, my precious little thing.”

           You stare up at him, realizing his eyes have opened and are gazing right back into yours. He lowers his head, brushing his nose over yours and blinking slowly before you. He then stares down at you, down at your innocent orbs and slightly parted lips. Your innocent and submissive look compels Jack to curl his fingers inside, watching your reaction as pleasures your core.

           “Baby,” you whine, “It’s, it’s sensitive.”

“Oh…” he quietly murmurs, his head shifting to your neck. “You can do it, baby. Give me one more. Show daddy how pretty you are when you cum. He wants to see it again.”

           You whimper at his command, feeling your body begin to unravel once more. You know he likes this, likes to overwhelm your body in the most amazing ways. And he likes it even more when you obey.

           “That’s it,” he smiles, “You’re bein’ so good for me, yeah…”

           He watches as you shriek beneath him, writhing against his hand as he tears another orgasm from your core. Your fingernails dig into his skin, scratching at the muscles beneath. His lips move against you, licking and sucking marks into the curve of your neck.

           Without a second thought, his fingers are quickly replaced with his cock. You cry out at the sudden force, the abrupt stretch and pain. His groan vibrates against your neck as his hips quickly meet yours. And before you know it, you are completely and entirely full.

           “Daddy,”

           “Oh god, baby. Fuck. You’re tighter than you were before I left.”

           “Mm-hm,”

           “You want daddy to stretch you out again, baby?” he asks, his voice sweet and soft and full of love for you. “I wanna make you feel good, sugar. Just wanna make you feel good.”

           “Please,” is all you can manage to say, fully allowing his hips to begin their pace.

           He retracts himself, both arms wrapping beneath you and holding you tightly against him. And you do the same, wrapping him in your arms and legs as he continues mouthing at your skin. Your body is rocked slightly with every passionate thrust, his cock forcing its way inside and sending beautiful bursts of pleasure through your hips.

           It’s ridiculous how amazing Jack makes you feel, and he does it without fail every time. He knows you, inside and out; he just wants to take care of you.

           “I missed you, babycakes. Daddy missed his little girl. Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you – I still can’t.”

           You moan at his words, your heart beating with ferocity at the sentiment behind them. There’s never a single doubt in your mind about Jack’s feelings toward you, he makes sure of that.

           “I love how much you love me.” You admit, your breaths rising to an intense rate. “I love who you are, love the life you’ve given me.”

           “I’ll give you everything.” He immediately returns, his pelvis smacking down against your own.

           When he isn’t talking, his lips are on your neck. Whether he’s simply pressing them there or nibbling on the sensitive space, he never leaves. He keeps himself as close to you as he can possibly be, wrapping you in his arms and swearing to God that he’ll never let you go.

            Jack’s fervent grunts and groans drift through the air, falling victim to the emotions he holds for you. When he was away, he thought about the life you’ve built together, and how badly he wants more. He wants to marry you, wants to keep you by his side for as long as he can. You’ve given him a love he’s never experienced before, given him meaning and purpose beyond his own personal beliefs and goals. He wants to give you the life you’ve always dreamt of, and you’re shocked he can’t see that he’s already done that and more.

           Your lover’s emotions only heighten the experience, his tender admiration and blatant fascination for the woman at his side more apparent than ever. He’d never been gone so long before, and it’s clear his absence had strong affects on you both.

           “You take care of me so well, daddy.” You express, running your hands through his hair. “You make me feel so safe and loved. I’ve never felt lonely by your side; you’ve given me so much.”

           It’s odd, the words you’re saying. Not in their meaning but in the circumstance in which they are spoken. Usually, Jack’s the one praising you, not the other way around. But this new occurrence lights a fire deep in his belly. Your words melt his heart, making his body tense with overwhelming love.

           Your melody of moans and sighs fill the air, both of your heavenly sounds drifting through the room. You continue to cling to each other, your bodies connecting in the security of your shared home.

           “Honey, let me see.” He says, finally lifting himself from your neck. “Let daddy see your pretty face.”

           You stare up at him, your hands sliding down from his hair to hold the sides of his face. He whimpers when you do so, his attention entirely focused on you.

           “You’re gorgeous, sugar. You’re so fucking pretty. I’m so happy you’re mine.

           With that, you urge him down, your lips meeting with tender need. He can feel himself unraveling, falling apart at the euphoria your body brings.

           “Baby,” you mumble against his lips. “Please, please cum for me.”

           You beg for his release, over and over again. You tell him how much you want it, how badly you yearn to feel his warmth inside, how incredible it feels to have him claim you in every possible way. And it doesn’t take long for him to succumb to your praise.

           With a strangled gasp, he cums, sucking in deep gulps of air as if his lungs can’t get enough. His hold on you tightens, squeezing your curvaceous body as he floods you with his spend.

Every time feels like the first, the beautiful sensation always welcome inside your body. He whimpers and moans against you, the feeling of your fingers running through his hair a great comfort to his body and mind.

           Jack’s body weight presses into you, his hips slowly rolling against yours until he comes to stop. He doesn’t let go of you once he’s calmed down, he keeps you in his embrace, and you do the same. You hold one another, tenderly stroking the other’s body and hair, reveling in the presence you were deprived of for so long. Nothing is better than this, than being so exposed with your lover, than being yourself to the fullest extent and have another accept it, embrace it, and cherish it.

           “You are everything, baby.” Jack mumbles against you. “You are everything to me.”

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 317: My Boy Was Just Like Me

Previously on BnHA: AFO randomly blew up Lady Nagant as a good reminder of why you should never make a deal with this fucking guy, smdh. Hawks was all “well if it isn’t my two best friends, Deku and Lady Nagant, both of whom I respect and love tremendously.” Everyone was all “??” and Horikoshi was all “shh... just pretend” because it was too embarrassing for him to admit that he forgot to write a couple of set-up flashbacks I guess. Anyway so Hawks got Lady to tell them where AFO was hiding out, and everyone said goodbye to her and Overhaul, who never did get to see his boss (sorry buddy, I’ll send you a vial of my tears in the mail), and headed out to a house in the woods. AFO was all “hello Deku :) :) it sure is fun making you suffer :) :) :) anyways this is a trap”, and blew up the house. Yeah, we all here are getting reaaaaaaaal tired of your shit, AFO.

Today on BnHA: The Hawksquad and Edgeplatoon meet in a warehouse and are all “what should we do about the fact that everything sucks?” Mt. Lady is all “here’s a thought, what if we tried battling AFO with more than six people.” Hawks and Endeavor are all “great initiative, but just a friendly reminder that our friends also suck and would probably betray Deku which would suck further still.” Shouto is all “ANSWER THE PHONE DAD” and Endeavor is all “[IRONICALLY DOESN’T ANSWER THE PHONE].” Meanwhile over in Sadtown, capital of Sadland Prefecture, Japan, Deku is all “All Might, as you can clearly see I am completely fine and good, never been better in fact, definitely not caught up in the throes of an epic mental breakdown which is shutting me down emotionally, anyway so on that note I would like to leave you now goodbye!!” All Might is all “[can’t actually form any words because he’s too distraught].” Fandom is all “o(╥﹏╥)o.” Horikoshi is all “(*＾-’) 乃 [pew pew finger guns and barrel rolls into the darkness].”

sweet jesus lord

this literally doesn’t even look like Deku anymore?? this looks like Dark!Deku who shows up to fight you in that one room in the Water Temple. he looks like he’s about to crawl out of my television set and murder me with his psychic powers good lord

holy shit lmao Horikoshi is really just shrugging his shoulders and resolving last week’s cliffhanger with a single line of dialogue

fire is no one’s weakness. idk what other options you’ve got, AFO, but you’re gonna have to go back to the drawing board. maybe try bees or something. I’m just saying. we’re all expecting fire at this point but nobody is expecting bees

anyway so now they’re all sitting in some warehouse somewhere chatting about it I guess. shoutout to Horikoshi for finally giving my man Edgeshot some more dialogue at long last

well, Edgeshot, to answer your question, she exploded. so naturally she’s fine

nah just kidding, Hawks says she won’t be able to help them out much because she’s recovering from being exploded. this is the part where we all ignore the fact that Hawks got set on fire for like a full ten minutes back during the War arc and was only in the hospital for a day. anyways enjoy your temporary plot hiatus Nagant

man there’s a lot of dialogue here and I’m trying to figure out where to insert commentary but it’s kinda difficult lol. basically, Edge and the others are saying that they should gather up the other remaining heroes and get them all caught up on the whole OFA situation. which, hmmmm

like on the one hand, these guys definitely aren’t going to cut it on their own, so it’s a reasonable suggestion on the face of it. but on the other hand, do we really want to entrust the OFA secret to a bunch of other people, most of whom shat the bed during the War arc to be quite frank? is it really worth the additional risk? especially given that any one of them might go spilling the beans to the public -- or worse, betray them to AFO??

also just a quick side note here, Mt. Lady’s character development never ceases to delight me. she’s become so committed to her responsibility as a hero these days, and it fucking suits her. I genuinely consider to be one of the elites now. I mean it doesn’t hurt that all the other elites are fucking dead lol but still

wait what? Death Arms retired??

Death Arms as in the guy who was too afraid of a little fire to try and save a terrified 14-year-old kid who was slowly suffocating right before his eyes?? that Death Arms???? color me surprised. shocked, I tell you

...okay but holy fuck

Death Arms. bro. my expectations for you were low but holy shit. like I’m sorry, but I don’t even have it in me to try and pretend like I feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him or Old Man Samurai or any of those other guys today. thanks for a whole lot of nothing my dude. good riddance

(ETA: so I’m rereading this the next day and realize this comes off as kind of harsh, so let me just try to clarify. it’s not the fact that he’s quitting that bothers me, to be honest. it’s the fact that he’s quitting specifically because he feels like the public is being mean to him. that’s it.

seriously. it would be one thing if he was quitting because he was scared, because now that is human. nobody wants to die, and I doubt any amount of training can ever fully prepare someone to go up against that fear. but the thing is, he never once mentions that, or talks about the danger aspect. instead, I got the distinct vibe from this speech that Death Arms is one of those people who only became a hero because of the limelight. and I just don’t have any patience for that. if all you care about are likes and subscribes then go become a fucking youtuber or some shit. nothing wrong with that! but you didn’t; you signed up to be a hero and protect these people. they gave you their respect and admiration because they trusted you to protect them. and now that they’re no longer in the mood to worship and applaud your every move on account of them being scared shitless because they’re living in the literal end times, you decide to dip. so like okay, fine then. don’t let the door hit you on the way out. anyways lol sorry for the rant.)

anyway so yeah. perfect example of why I don’t exactly have a ton of faith in most of the remaining heroes out there lol. also let me just once again give a shoutout to my best girl Mt. Lady whom I suddenly find myself appreciating all the more

“please calm down makeste. drink some water and enjoy this fresh new jeans pun” listen Horikoshi don’t tell me what to do dammit

fine. it is a nice pun, I guess

-- damn so now Endeavor’s saying that the media is already being fed info by the retired heroes. so for some of these guys it wasn’t enough for them to abandon all the people they swore to protect and to leave their fellow heroes out in the cold; they decided they might as well actively make things worse for them while they were at it, huh. like I get wanting to spill all the dirty secrets from your old job that you just quit, but this isn��t Jeff Bezos you’re screwing over, this is a sixteen-year-old kid

-- like, yes!! this, right here!!

exactly!! let’s not forget that there are already two prior instances of this happening. Endeavor arguably deserved it, but Katsuki not so much

huh. Endeavor seems to have a more optimistic outlook regarding this than I do lol

I mean, this is the same public that didn’t hesitant to blame a kidnapped child for his own kidnapping, and then later on for being the downfall of the Symbol of Peace. but okay then

anyway so blah blah blah, more talk about how they need to use Deku as bait, which basically puts them back at square one, and then they’re all just trailing off into silence and sitting around in the dark lmao this is getting very depressing

SKDJFLSDKJ:LFKJ

SHOUTO?????

NOOOOOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OH HOW THE TURNTABLES OMG. THE GHOSTER HAS BECOME THE GHOSTEE. Endeavor you petty son of a bitch. and what a brutal cut to that flashback too. “let’s stop Touya together” nah Shouto I’ve got a better idea why don’t I abandon you in U.A. and sally off with Hawks and Jeanist to found the “let’s pretend like we’re doing something to help Deku” club, which basically consists of us sitting around making terrible decisions all day long

Shouto, honey. you deserve better my little Coca Cola can. .........but if you really do have something important you need to tell your dad you could just text it to him. all the love and support, hugs and kisses, you’re doing amazing sweetie. but if you need to pass on any vital information you can just write it down and hit send honey that’s all I’m saying love

now he’s getting another call?? -- or, no, Hawks is getting a call from All Might

ARE YOU FOR REAL HAWKS OMFG

so while you all were sitting around talking about how useless you are, the kid you’re supposed to be protecting was battling another hired gun. I see. please pardon me for one second, I have a phone call to make. the phone call is to RockLockRock and Manual. the reason for the call is to apologize for calling them the worst bodyguards ever back during the War arc. the reason for the apology is because it turns out I WAS SEVERELY MISTAKEN OMFG

JESUS CHRIST DEKU DID YOU JUST KILL THIS MAN LMAO

shoutout to Horikoshi for offscreening this fight. we get it, lol. Deku strong and scary, villains ineffectual and feeble, and AFO... [checks notes] yep, still a dick. the angst arc continues

-- the angst arc continues, SIR

jesus christ I may have to rethink all of my opinions about Deku being framed for murder in movie 3 lmao. never mind. he did it, your honor

holy fucking shit Deku. “he might blow up, so please be careful” fdlskjflk jlskdjflk lwkejflk anyway so I’ve decided the explosion running gag can stay, actually

DEKU WAIT YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!!

lol why do I get the feeling some serious shit is about to go down. ALL MIGHT NEVER MIND BACK OFF I THINK HE NEEDS HIS SPACE

OH MY FUCK I GASPED OUT LOUD

NO NO NO. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING GODDAMMIT BUT NO. NEVER MIND, I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT IT, I’M NOT READY TO CRY TODAY

shit. shit shit shit shit and OF COURSE all I can fucking think about is that stupid fucking prophecy and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Deku please. please please please if you really are going to leave All Might here, please be so very careful in choosing your farewell words to him now because have this sudden horrible fear that this might be the last time you ever see him alive and oh god. oh god oh god

DEKU NO, YOU’RE REALLY NOT!?!?

I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE LESS FINE IN MY LIFE, ACTUALLY????

holy shit. and the fucking callback to the prophecy now. just in case we forgot. WHICH FYI, WE DIDN’T. but that’s basically confirming that this is all still very much on the table and HORIKOSHI NEVER FORGETS oh my god someone please hold me

and the fact that Deku’s flashing back to it now too, though?? because he never forgot either, because of course he didn’t, and now all this stuff is happening, and AFO’s words are getting to him, and this is literally his worst fear come to life and so of course he’s distancing himself from everyone, and now it’s finally come to even this. even the person he admires most

-- OKAY NO, FUCKING COME ON ALREADY I CAN’T TAKE THIS

I GET IT OH MY GOD, I ALREADY UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THIS MOMENT WITHOUT ALL OF THE DEVASTATING FLASHBACKS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! YOU ACTUALLY DO WANT ME TO CRY, HUH, IS THAT IT. THIS MAN THAT HE THINKS OF AS A FATHER, THIS MAN WHO HAS BEEN EVERYTHING TO HIM SINCE HE WAS A VERY YOUNG CHILD. EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH, JUXTAPOSED AGAINST EVERYTHING DEKU IS UP AGAINST, EVERYTHING THAT’S AT RISK. LET’S JUST PUT IT ALL SIDE BY SIDE. LET’S JUST PILE ON ALL OF THE FEELS

(ETA: just a quick note that even though some of the posts I’ve read have described these as All Might’s flashbacks, I’m pretty sure they are Deku’s. most of these are scenes that only he was there for, so yeah. even though All Might is the one thinking the thoughts on the next page, the flashbacks are what’s running through Deku’s mind right now, and so we’re getting that emotion from both of them, which makes it extra devastating lol.)

wait, what???

WHAT??? do you really think that’s why he’s been so determined to protect you this entire time?? simply because you’re his successor?

-- oh no wait lol I think I got that mixed up, this is All Might saying that Deku feels the need to protect him. well that makes more sense lol

oh my god I cannot

his last words. his last words to him. and we can’t even see if he is smiling, like All Might always encouraged him to do. but what are the odds he can’t actually bring himself to do it. what are the odds he’s actually crying. oh god this scene is going to rip my heart out and STOMP on it in the anime isn’t it. Deku’s VA is going to full on murder me with emotion. not that there’ll be much of me left to murder after the thorough job that Horikoshi has already done here

YOU’RE CRYING. DEKU IS LEAVING ALL MIGHT AND IGNORING HIS OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND YOU’RE CRYING. AND BY “YOU” I MEAN “ME”, FUCK

nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope no words just feels just a big ol’ pile of feels. I do not have the strength. future me... [broadly gestures] good luck with all that

(ETA: LOL, WELL THEN.

what breaks my heart here is All Might. All Might, and everything he’s been through, and history repeating itself, and forcing him to live this moment from both sides because he wasn’t strong enough to fix things.

Toshinori had only just turned eighteen when Nana died. like, I feel like we don’t mention this enough. the All Might we know is a sixty-something-year-old man, and so everyone always talks about him like he’s basically been an adult forever. but he was a child when he met Nana. and he was still just a child when she died. barely a year older than Deku is now. younger than Mirio was when we first met him.

and we don’t talk about that. we don’t talk about how devastating that was for him. and we don’t talk about how the reason he grew up to become so reserved and withdrawn -- for all that he always tried so hard to outwardly project the image of a bold, confident, smiling hero -- was specifically because of what AFO did to him. because AFO targeted him in the exact way that he is now targeting Deku. because that’s what he does. he goes after every new user of OFA, and he finds out what’s most important to them, and then he destroys it. and for Toshinori, that was Nana. if you’ve read All Might Rising, you know that AFO basically killed her in front of him (and only killed her, while letting Toshinori and Gran get away). Toshinori (while crying) later says she was like a mother to him. and interestingly enough, during this same conversation, Gran tells Toshinori that he can see “that madness in [his] eyes” when Toshi talks about becoming strong enough to defeat AFO. madness in his eyes. sound familiar??

what’s happening to Deku now is the exact same thing that happened to Toshinori when he was a boy. AFO tried every bit as hard to break him as he’s trying with Deku now. “the path you’ve chosen is a thorny one. every battle grinds away at your soul with no end in sight.” we don’t talk about how Toshinori experienced this same thing for forty fucking years. and all the while isolating himself, exactly like Deku is doing now. pushing people away, exactly like Deku. because he never had anyone who was able to reach out and pull him back. and those words that he now finds himself frozen and unable to speak -- “don’t push yourself”; “you can rest” -- are the same words that no one ever said to him until decades later, when it was already far too late to make any difference.

everything that Deku is experiencing now is what Toshinori also went through. and it’s only now, as he watches it happen to his student, the boy he loves like a son, that he’s finally starting to realize the full extent of how wrong it was. you shouldn’t have to fight alone. you shouldn’t have to bear that kind of enormous burden alone. you shouldn’t have to push yourself, and you can rest. you can rest.

but it’s too late. just as he’s finally coming to understand it all, it’s all too fucking late. and he can’t say the words, he doesn’t know how to say the words, and then just like that, Deku is gone.

and he’s alone. again.)

I can’t. this can’t be their goodbye. I’m not ready. for this to be how they finally part, and then they never see each other again except in OFA. how is that fair. how is that fair. how is that fair

fuck me. lol. how many pages are left in this thing. let’s just wrap this up lol. so now of all the times for this fucking guy to finally show up

I can’t believe Stain has been here literally this entire time hiding behind this random wall and cutting onions. that was you who was cutting the onions, right. no need to answer that we’ll just say it was

HORIKOSHI JUST END THE CHAPTER PLEASE I’M OUT OF SPOONS. YOU HURT ME SO GOOD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT BUT YOU NEED TO LET ME GO NOW SO I CAN BEGIN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO PUT MY LIFE BACK IN ORDER HERE. SO WHERE ARE WE CUTTING TO NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING

Stain did you also let AFO give you a new quirk. what’s with you guys. do you like blowing up

oh nvm lol because they were talking about THIS GUY ohhhhhh my fucking god

THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S SAD, LINDA!! jesus

omfg. and so yes, good, the chapter is ending here now on page 15. for once I am FULLY on board with that lmao

anyway so tune in next week for more adventures of Werewolf Deku!! that is, assuming we don’t finally cut back to U.A. at long last, which is actually a strong possibility considering that this chapter will likely mark the end of volume 31. it sure wouldn’t kill Horikoshi to start giving us some hope after everything he’s just put us through lol. KACCHAN COME GET YA BOY

[2-cute-4-school]

𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚜

requested by anonie:  hi if you’re taking requests could you do an NCT Dream reaction to you crying while studying for exams because you’re stressed? thank you !

Mark Lee

my boi understands the STRESS

he debuted like 6 times and he has more comebacks and schedules than he can count bby is so overworked sometimes  °(ಗдಗ。)

i think you’re probably each other’s safe places

whenever mark catches sight of you he just buries himself in your arms and all his stress and worries melt away as he breathes in your familiar scent (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

your hugs? his best medicine

so when he finds you trying to muffle your cries in your hands, hunched over open textbooks, a mess of pens and littered papers around you

his heart breaks just a lil (*>_<*)

why didn’t you come to him?? or at least call him??? don’t you trust him?? is he part of the reason of your tears???? what if-

“mark?” ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

but as your meek voice calls for him he decides that questions can wait

you are his one and only priority

he dashes to your side and engulfs you in his arms─=≡Σ(づ￣ ³￣)づ

“it’s okay baby, you’ll be fine, i’m here, i’m with you”

you just hide your face in his chest and allow yourself to break into sobs that wrench mark’s poor lil heart while mark caresses your back and head

“just let it all out baby, i’m right here, i’ll always be here”(๑´•д • `๑)

he keeps murmuring comforting words as you slowly run out of tears

once you calm down enough to explain the reason of your breakdown to him, he just presses a kiss to your forehead ლ(´﹏`ლ)

“how about you take a rest for tonight and we’ll talk tomorrow and i’ll find a way to help you through this, hm? does that sound good?”

you make him promise he’ll stay with you for this night he has no objections (ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

he ends up playing his guitar for you with your head on his lap asfdsfksf until you fall asleep and then spoons you after tucking you in

his softness for you doesn’t prevent him from having a serious discussion with you to make sure you know you can always come to him for anything and then ends up helping you study might end up asking for help as well _(T-T*)

Huang Renjun

this boi seems really chill while at home

so i’d say that he mostly minds his business if you’re busy with school work like he’s probably in a corner painting or sumthin’ the lil artsy fairy that he is (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

he does check up on you from time to time to make sure that you’re... you know... alive and breathing?? lol fun times huh

but still, silent comfort IS your love language ∩(︶▽︶)∩

so he kinda assumes that you ALREADY know he’s there for you at any time anywhere in any way you may ever need him

so when he hears a muffled sob from behind the door you’re studying in?

his heart BREAKS ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ﾉ*ﾞ̥

but he also doesn’t want to stress you out even more or scare you so he slowly enters the room to find you hunched over your desk

he hesitates for a moment as his chest just clenches in hurt while he watches your shoulders shake with muffled whimpers ˓˓(ᑊᘩᑊ⁎)

so he walks up to you and lays a gentle hand on your shoulder

he waited for a moment to make sure that you’re comfortable with his presence in such vulnerable moments

and the he just ENGULFS you in a firm embrace and you FINALLY get the chance to ground yourself as you let out all of the pent up frustration in the arms of the person you trust the most (๑◕︵◕๑)

he just pats your head and you bury your face in his chest and you just ✨melt✨ into each other

i don’t think he’d say much tbh (´°ω°`)

there’s a silent mutual understanding that all you need right now is someone- him to lean on when you’re too tired to hold yourself upright

as you start calming down he presses a kiss to your head before speaking softly but firmly

“you’re taking a break, come on let’s eat and then we can have a lazy evening for once” ε-(‘ﾍ´○)┓

“but-”

“oh we can finally try out the fluffy blanket we bought together last week”

he AIN’T TAKING NO FOR ANSWER!!! (￣ω￣)

you spend the evening wrapped up in each other under your blanket with a forgotten movie playing in the background while renjun hums a lullaby’s tune in your ear

Lee Jeno

he has a sixth sense for you

you can’t get away WITH ANYTHING ¯\_༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽_/¯

you stub a toe: aw frick-

jeno, thousands of km away in the middle of rolling his hips into another dimension during practice: something’s wrong ಠ_ಠ

so i think he might notice even before you that you’re kinda breaching your limit

but ba(r)bie isn’t sure how to approach you without offending you since you’re kinda irritable because of the stress ofc he doesn’t blame you

so if he fails to stop you before your breakdown he’s gonna blame himself for sure tho so make sure to reassure him once you’re stable he’s gonna keep a VERY watchful eye over you ( ◉  〜 ◉ ) 

he’s 100% READY to be there for you!!!!!

he has fluffy blankets, your favourite sweets and snacks, your preferred take out place on speed dial in case you’re hungry AND your comfort show prepared  (•̀o•́)ง

what he isn’t prepared tho?

his OWN heart cracking at the sight of your pain and exhaustion (ಗдಗ) 

he LITERALLY CAN’T stop the small whine building up in his chest as he strides over to your side for support

so when you wrap yourself around him like a lil koala, trembling in his hold and muttering through tears that it’s just too much-

his ULTIMATE protectiveness kicks in FULL MODE (ಢ⊱ಢ ｡)

he just scoops you up and burrito wraps you into the gigantic mound of blankets already prepared for you while pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead i promised i’d make it his trademark so here ;)

he *dashes* to bring over all of the snacks AND is already on the phone if you decided you wanted something to eat

basically bf jeno didn’t come to play ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║

spends the rest of the night literally PAMPERING you in anything you need

and most importantly... LOTS OF KITHES AND CUDDLES!!!!( *¯ ³¯*)♡

his baby deserves a chill and lovely night and he’s gonna provide exactly that and the absolute best for you :<

also jeno will gather all of his remaining braincells to help you the next of the day he really seems a smart kid in my opinion

Lee Donghyuck

hyuck is a LOVELY person don’t get me wrong (๑♡⌓♡๑)

but he’s also a tease so he might unintentionally push you to your limits with a few remarks

poor babe really didn’t realize you were going through it

so just imagine his panic once you just burst into tears after what should have been a harmless teasing from him (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

“ba-babe? what happened, did i go too far?? i’m so sorry my love, i just-”

he keeps on rambling and you just cry even harder cuz come on hyuck is just such a thoughtful boyfriend

“i’m really sorry y/n, please don’t cry, i’ll do ANYTHING-” ٩(´Д` ;)۶

you try to explain to him that he’s not at fault for your breakdown

obviously it’s not really comprehensible but it’s enough for hyuck to understand once he hears the words ‘stress’ and ‘exhausted’

he simply embraces you as tight as he can and reassures you that humans have their own limits (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

and that taking a break doesn’t invalidate your hard work and dedication

he understands how overworking can affect a person so he knows how to handle the situation

he proposes taking a hot bath once you’ve calmed down and he adds extra bubbles and a really nice smelling body wash (╯✧∇✧)╯

and after that- YOU’RE ON BED REST!! no excuses

if you protest? you wouldn’t dare

stops you with kisses all over your face before fully shutting you up with a soft but firm kiss on your lips o┤*｀3´*├o

you spend the entire rest of the day restrained in his hugs

you really scared him so he became a lil lot clingy 

need to go to the bathroom? he INSISTS to piggyback you there since ‘you need all the rest you can possibly get’ (∪｡∪)｡｡｡

but i reckon you can’t complain since you have the chance to spend some quality time with your also busy boyfriend

my boy will also go to the ends of the world in order to help you the next day to study whether that means burning his own brain or gathering half of nct and his manager to get everything done in time (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

Na Jaemin

it’s literally NO SURPRISE when i say that he’s PROTECTIVEx1000000 of his loved ones (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

so why would you even bother to hide anything from him??

it’s LITERALLY no use

he’s a very very doting person and he keeps tabs on you no matter what, sometimes even uncounciously

and if he’s not there physically? NO PROBLEM!!

texts and calls between he two of you are a very common occurence bubs just wants to make sure you’re well and happy (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

so unless you’re a top class at acting, good luck in trying to play off your stress and tiredness

but let’s say that due to busy schedules and different timetables it somehow gets past him

babe will be so heartbroken (๑´•д • `๑)

his worry topples over as he freezes in your doorway for a moment at the sight of your defeated form and tear-stained papers

BUT he does a good job in keeping his composure because he can’t risk letting his emotions get the best of him when you need him ( •̀ω•́ )

so he just trudges up to you and SMOTHERS you in the tightest hug possible, tucking your head in his shoulder so you could cry freely hidden away from the rest of the world

he coos a few words here and there, encouragements, compliments, reassurement that ‘you’re more than enough, you just need to take a moment to relax and breathe’ ✧˖°ˈ·*ε-(๑˃́ε˂̀๑ )

otherwise, he’ll leave the talk for the next day when you’re rested both physically AND mentally 

after you calm down he helps you put away all your school work you wouldn’t dare oppose him on this for the rest of the day

we all know what’s coming up i’m sorry

COMFORT FOOD!!!! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

he seats you on a kitchen stool while he cooks whatever you need at the moment, anything his baby wants

honestly he just adapts to whatever you need atm

cuddles in silence? works for him!! wanna ramble? there to listen!! want netflix and chill??? absolutely!!!!

Zhong Chenle

sooo from what i’ve gathered he’s not exactly emotional???

but also have you seen this absolute cutie when jisung was crying at the dream show?? babe was trying so hard to comfort his bff but he also seemed uh.. a bit awkward a bit? in a cute way tho!! (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

but i do think he’ll falter once he catches sight of your state!!!!

so many mental debates too!! (๑′°︿°๑)

‘they’re hunched over, did they fall asleep? wait shaking?? is it cold in here????... fuck no was that a sob?? do i... do i go over to comfort them? but how like do i hug or do i talk or..? what if they break up with me??? shit what have i done recently?? i washed the dishes, i cleaned the dog poop, i took out the trash.. it can’t be this’

my boy is going through THE CRISIS OF HIS LIFE (≖ლ≖๑ )

so he reluctantly walks up to you determined to help

but when he reaches you? *brain fart*

ends up patting your head and rubbing your back, but his touch manages to ground you without overwhelming you even further (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

if you end up pulling him into a hug tho, he won’t hesitate to hold you

while comforting you he finally notices your open notebooks filled with messy writing

he feels weirdly relieved that you’re not breaking up with him and neither is it something *tragic*  •(◐﹏◐)•

he’ll let you cry it out before he asks if you’d like some help with your school work he asked fans to send their maths homework so he must be a nerd enough to be able to help you too

but you’re probably too drained（×ω×）  to do anything so you two just settle for a cuddle session under a mountain of blankets

and daegal therapy!!!!!Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ who probably loves you more than chenle and he ends up whining jokingly about it

chenle will probably focus on lifting up your mood with jokes and stories and he’d do anything to cheer you up

he might try to spoil you too 

and he’s not letting you refuse the ton of food he orders since ‘you deserve to fill up your batteries’ ~~旦_(-ω-｀｡)

i’m sorry for your tummies after the ammount of sweets you shared

Park Jisung

ah nct’s certified crybaby(lovingly)

might just start crying with you because if you cry he cries too 

i honestly see him a bit panicky in a delicate situation like this once where he has to deal with *emotions* (｡´>д<)っ彡☆

so he watches from a safe distance at first

literally jisung.exe has shut down

but then poor kid starts feeling guilty about just watching you suffer without helping and comforting you but he’s kinda scared that he’s only gonna make it worse (●’Д’●)

‘come on park jisung think!!! what would-... what WOULD JAEMIN DO!!’

*cue lighbulb going off above his head*

cue calling jaemin and getting scolded for being on the phone with him instead of being by your side but still giving his precious baby advice

jisung probably comes up with a speech before approaching you he’s nervous okay? ┌༼ σ ‸ σ ༽┐

he lays a hand on your head, gently caressing you and just as he takes a breath to start his speech, you just look up to him with THE kicked puppy eyes ༼ つ ◕ ‸ ◕ ༽つ and jisung is A GONER꒰ლ✘ㅿ✘ლ꒱ 

he MELTS into a puddle of uwus and just leans into you, opting for silent comfort and that’s how he found out that cuddles>>>>>>words

he kinda babbles a little while holding you words are hard ya know

he kinda rambles after you calm down too so now you have to calm him down you’re both messes but you’re cute so

so what is the most efficient way to shut him up? peck his lips!!!!

and as he melts into your hold he remembers that ‘wait!! i’m the one supposed to comfort them!!!!’ (•̀o•́)ง

so he throws his nerves out the window for a moment and just cups his entire world your face in his hands and pecks your all over your face

you end up watching some compilations with kitties or something on both your phones untill your batteries die so then you switch to another device gen z behaviour 

he also probably gets a call from jaemin too and you figure out that your puss of a boyfriend had to call his friend in order to help you

so you give him that look <(｀^´)>

let’s say he’s taking you out for brunch the next day AND helping you with your school work 

[hajimine]

BETWEEN THE NOTES — SEMI EITA x GN!READER

synopsis: for as long as you can remember, you and Semi Eita have always hated each other—but a couple of tender glances and one too many bottles of beer later, you find out that maybe you were looking at it the wrong way this whole time.

genre: fluff, (kinda) enemies to lovers, musician!au, mutual pining but they’re both idiots, jealousy, etc.

warnings: alcohol + intoxication (nothing bad happens), slight suggestive themes, vulgar language, kinda fast paced?

wc: ~2.5k

to: @archivednikes happy birthday shawdy <3

special thanks to: @rintaroll for beta-ing & telling me a lil bit about how bands work and stuff bc idk shit lol :,)

“Semi, get your ass moving,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me late.”

He gives you a smug look and raises a slitted eyebrow. “Did something crawl up your ass and died? What’s up with you?”

You exhale heavily through your nose and stare at him, unimpressed.

“We gotta catch the afternoon train if you wanna reach the venue in time for our gig. This is a really good opportunity for me, don’t you dare mess it up.” you say, gathering the last of your things for the trip.

There is a tingling sensation crawling down your spine, as if someone is staring at you. You look over your shoulder curiously, opening your mouth to utter another snarky remark to get your partner to stop gawking around and get ready.

But the intensity behind his gaze caught you by surprise.

Those hazel eyes of his—ones that are usually sharp and cold—held a sort of softness in them as he looks at you. When you caught him staring, his gaze did not falter one bit.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from traveling down the perfect slope of his nose, continuing down to his pouty lips.

As much as you hate him, you can’t deny that Semi Eita is an attractive man. Heck, even the word attractive isn’t enough to express how infuriatingly hot he is.

Your gaze stays on his lips for a second too long. Have they always looked this soft and inviting?

The dry cough from the opposite side of the room is the only thing that managed to break you out of this trance. Semi Eita’s trance.

Your manager stands by the door, tapping her foot on the wooden tiles impatiently.

“Now, lovebirds,” she narrows her eyes, “Save the PDA for tonight, yeah? We’ve got a schedule to follow.”

You roll your eyes at her, cheeks uncomfortably warm. And just like that, the strange yet tender moment you shared with Semi dissipated into thin air.

。。。

You don’t know if you should take pity on the gray-haired singer or if you should laugh at him.

Currently, Semi’s head is bowed down in shame as he gets an earful from his manager in the middle of a crowded train.

You see, the four of you should’ve arrived at the venue by now. Both your managers are very strict about schedules, and they planned to arrive at the bar two hours before the agreed time.

Thankfully, his bandmates have been a little more punctual than him and have successfully boarded the 4pm train. But Mr. Popular right here just had to stop every few minutes to take pictures with every single fan he met on the way to the station.

“It’s half past five now,” his manager whisper-shouts, “Do you know what that means?”

Semi tries to give her an awkward smile to calm her down. It doesn’t work.

“It’s rush hour! What if we won’t reach the bar in time? It could ruin both your careers, do you know that?” she glares at Semi once again, but there is less bite in her voice now.

“I’m sorry,” Semi starts, plastering a charming smile on his face, “I only wanted to be nice to the fans. Wouldn’t make too good of an impression if I just ignored them, no?”

His manager sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated. She motions for Semi to stop talking with a wave of her hand.

The singer grins, and out of the corner of your eyes, you can sense his sharp gaze on you once more.

You try to ignore it.

。。。

When your group reaches the bar, Semi’s bandmates are almost done preparing themselves for the gig.

The bar is dimly lit and cool, the multitudes of warm overhead lighting being the only source of light in the room. It’s not too busy tonight, you observe. Some people still donned their work clothes, perhaps rushing over to the bar right after a long day at work—mingling around with friends to let loose for a little and enjoy themselves.

“Dude, where were you?” Aito asks, eyebrows turned downwards in a frown.

Semi pats the guitarist on the side of his head, “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time to prepare.”

Aito rolls his eyes, completely used to his bandmate’s antics.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “By the way, are we gonna have a little after party later?”

“Uh,” Semi’s eyes flicker towards you for one second, then back to Aito, “I dunno man, might be too tired to get wasted tonight.”

The guitarist narrows his eyes. He didn’t miss the way Semi’s gaze lingered on you.

“Y/N,” Aito smirks. “You coming to the after party?”

You were listening to their conversation this whole time, finding the whole exchange quite amusing.

“Eh, I don’t see why not,” you smile sweetly, “It’s gonna be even better now that this dude isn’t coming anyways.” You pointed your thumb at the vocalist.

From where he’s standing, you hear Semi scoff.

“Y’know what?” he sneers, “On second thought, I am going. How does that make you feel, huh?”

You shrug, feigning indifference.

“I literally do not care.”

“Piss off.”

Aito throws his head back in laughter, shaking his head as he walks away from the scene, muttering about people being too clueless and dense for their own damn good.

You adjusted your equipment bag on your shoulder, exhaling loudly to try and calm your heart down.

。。。

It is in moments like these that you remember why you decided to go forth with this career path, no matter how rocky it may be.

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sing the lyrics of you and Semi’s song; every ounce of the jittery nerves you had just a few moments ago long gone.

There’s nobody else in this world that can ever take your place

Some of the customers are listening intently, others just nodding along to the song, and the rest not even listening at all.

You could hear your heartbeat thumping loudly against your chest, the sweat trickling down your forehead and into your eyes making it harder for you to see the crowd.

And when the day’s all done and dusted, all I ever need is to be in your arms again

You whip your head towards Semi, just like the countless times you rehearsed this song together.

“It shows chemistry,” your manager had said, “play it up for the crowd, will ya?”

The butterflies in your stomach flutters about restlessly when you notice that Semi has been looking at you this whole time.

His eyes—sharp and intense—held your gaze, unabashed. Steady. Sure.

Will you stay tonight? ‘Cause baby you’re all that I need, and you’re all that I want.

And in that moment, with your eyes locked on each other, the world seems to stop.

Nothing else matters, Semi’s lopsided smile says, only you.

。。。

The performance flew by in the blink of an eye, and it’s a little past midnight now. As promised, your managers held a little after party in the shared lounge of your penthouse suite.

It’s not as fancy as it sounds, you smile to yourself. There are suspicious stains on the gray carpet, and the furniture smells vaguely of cigarette smoke and sweat.

Bottles of beers have already littered the floor and glass table, and you haven’t even started drinking.

“Duuuude,” Yuuto slurs, “Why are ya so tense for?”

The bassist points at you and Semi, eyelids drooping as he tries his best to keep them open.

“C’mon guys,” Aito clasps his shoulders and massages them roughly, “Relax a little, we did amazing tonight.”

Semi shrugs his friend’s hands away, annoyed. He snatches an unopened bottle of beer from the cooler and opens the cap with his teeth.

You gulp. He hands you the bottle wordlessly before grabbing another one for himself, chugging it down quickly. You mirror his actions, hoping that the alcohol can dull the annoying fluttering in your stomach that refuses to leave ever since the two of you shared that intimate moment on stage.

For fuck’s sake, what’s going on with me?

Your trick works, in a way. Your stomach feels pleasantly warm now, and your breathing has finally evened out. Another unopened bottle of beer lays invitingly on the couch and you reach for it, opting for a bottle opener instead of doing it like Semi.

“Bro,” Yuuto grins at the singer, drool threatening to leave the corner of his mouth, “Did’ya see that blonde chick in the front row? She was hardcore eye-fucking you dude.”

“Ah,” Semi takes another swig of his beer, a cute flush blossoming in his cheeks.

Wait, what. Cute?

“She gave me her number when we were gathering up our stuff.” He runs his hand through his hair.

“You gonna hit her up or what?” Aito teases, smirking.

The singer shrugs, “Maybe, I dunno.”

Your breath hitches, and Aito’s smirk widens. You raise your eyebrows at him, silently telling him to fuck off.

“Where’s Kai?” you hear Semi ask. Come to think of it, you haven’t seen the drummer since after the show was over.

“Oh,” the guitarist laughs, “Fucker left us for some girl he saw in the bar. Might see him tomorrow morning, might not. Who knows?”

The vocalist hums and walks over to where you’re sitting, plopping down on the old couch.

“The managers?” Semi casually drapes his arm on the back of the sofa. You feel yourself tensing as your heart races uncontrollably, and the singer looks over at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Aito scratches the back of his neck, quickly losing interest in the conversation.

“They decided to sleep in early. Long day, I guess.”

Semi nods and rests his head on the top of the couch, exposing his defined jawline. His eyelashes look so pretty from this angle, they’re long and fluttery and they almost…

Huh?

“Eita, are you gonna hit that blonde girl up or nah?” Aito provokes, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You clench your teeth and reach for yet another bottle—your fourth one this past hour. Or fifth. You don’t bother counting. Semi looks over at you again, but this time his eyes holds a sort of concern in them. You scoff to yourself.

“Uh,” the singer looks at his friend weirdly, “Why are you so insistent on this? I did say maybe didn’t I?”

Aito laughs. You almost recoil in disgust.

“Oh nothing,” he chuckles, “It’s just that she’s really hot and she’s your type so—”

You stand up abruptly, knocking over some empty beer bottles by accident. The regret is immediate. You can feel the acid in your stomach traveling up your esophagus, tickling the back of your throat.

Semi quickly stands up when you clasp a hand over your mouth, trying your best to hold it together.

“Shit,” he mutters, “You okay?”

He rubs tiny circles on the small of your back, an action that’s supposed to be soothing but instead causes tingles to run up and down your spine. You shiver.

Another wave of nausea hits before you could respond, causing your knees to almost give out under you.

“Whoa there, angel,” Semi wraps his arm around your waist, holding you flush to his side to support your weight.

You groan softly as your head spins uncomfortably. Droplets of cold sweat is starting to form on your forehead, adding another layer of discomfort upon you.

“You wanna go to your bedroom?” Semi murmurs close to your ear. You shiver again. At this, Semi thought that you’re freezing so he drapes his leather jacket on your shoulders, holding you close.

You nod weakly as you try to blink the black spots in your vision away.

From somewhere around the room, you hear Aito snicker, “Stay safe!”

You turn your head around to give him a deathly glare, but all you see is a big blob of blurriness.

Dammit.

。。。

Semi takes the key card from your bag and pushes the door open, placing your duffel bag on the floor after

He guides you to the bathroom—with gentleness you rarely see from him—and sets the toilet cover down so you can sit on it while he wets a towel with the running tap water.

“You still feel dizzy?” he asks, voice soft.

You stare at his fingers as he wrings the towel and shakes your head.

Semi holds out the cloth and pats your forehead with it, the coolness allowing you to feel a little more refreshed.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he wipes the back of your neck carefully.

Shit. Has he always been this thoughtful?

You shake your head again, telling him that you just want to go to sleep.

He sighs and gives you a half-smile, holding out his arm to help you to the bed.

Semi still has it in him to give you a little but of privacy as you wiggle out of your tight jeans, looking away until you slip under the covers.

He helps you pull the plush white comforter closer to your chest, tucking you in.

Your mind doesn’t feel as hazy as it was a few hours ago, but the leftover alcohol coursing through your veins gave you a sort of boost to your impulses.

“Eita,” you whisper, reaching out towards the singer, “Stay?”

The singer halts in his steps and turns to look at you.

“Uh, I don’t know Y/N,” he starts, “You’re drunk right now.”

“No I’m not,” you say, steady voice proving your point. “Please?”

Semi glances over at the door and sighs. He chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds before sighing again.

“Okay.”

。。。

You’re struggling to open your eyes when you wake up, the harsh sunlight streaming into the room completely unfiltered.

Drunk you completely forgot to close the blinds, it seems.

You groan audibly, wanting to pull the covers above your head to hide yourself from this cruel world.

You freeze. Why can you feel someone’s soft breaths on the crown of your head?

Nervously, you reach out in front of you, eyes still shut closed. Oh no.

You force your eyes open, grimacing from the sudden brightness. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Semi Eita, your supposed nemesis, is sleeping soundly a few inches away from you, arms wrapped around your waist.

What the hell happened last night?

A small squeak leaves your mouth as you fully realize the situation you’re in. The small noise wakes Semi up from his slumber, causing him to slowly open his eyes, squinting at the bright light.

“Morning, angel,” he croaks, voice raspy with sleep.

My god does he look pretty in the morning.

You stay there, frozen and unblinking. All the words at the tip of your tongue seem to disappear from existence.

Semi blinks, sitting up quickly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rubs his eyes vigorously, “I should’ve said no when you asked me to stay. Fuck, you were drunk and I—”

You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to you, a small smile gracing your lips.

Your thumb grazes Semi’s bottom lip, dragging it down every so slightly before releasing it, enjoying the way he seems to unravel under your touch.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?” you murmur, trying to keep your cool as your heart hammers against your chest loudly.

At this, Semi breaks out of his reverie and laughs, “I thought you’d never ask.”

a/n: if you’ve made it this far, please feel free to let me know what you think about this fic! and please REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED mwah <3

© HAJIMINE — all rights reserved. please do not repost, copy, or claim any of my works as your own, thank you.

[yesimwriting]

The Promise of Rain, Blurb 3

Technically the third in a blurb-ish series (though this is kinda long for a blurb lol) but can technically be read as a stand alone, but i think the other parts make this seem more significant lol

A/n kinda angsty, not sure if i loveeee this but i haven’t posted a fic in such a long time bc of graduation chaos but now it’s summer and i’m working on a lot of requests/stories :))

Summary: jealousy is out of place when there’s no real warrant for it, and sometimes it’s okay to be content--to not need the rain to make you promises. 

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sunshine-y! reader

--

Tiredness dulls the part of me that craves the rambunctious, but I’m still positive. I smile when someone does something only the truly inebriated find comical. I laugh when something somewhat actually funny happens, and I let the world around me drink. Twenty minutes--in twenty minutes I will claim a headache and go upstairs. 

“You okay, y/n?” Jesper’s concern would border on genuinely considerate if it wasn’t for the slightest hint of slur in his words. Nights in which he consols himself after losing game after game are when he’s the friendliest. “You’re strangely quiet--you’re never quiet.” 

I press my lips together oddly, smiling in a way that finally reaches my eyes. Jesper’s nice in an oddly particular way when he’s tipsy. Overly observant and careful. “Just a little tired,” I shift in my seat, leaning back against the plush seat in Kaz’s office, “I wish Kaz would just get here and dismiss us so I can go to bed.” 

Jesper smiles, lifting his arm slightly and causing his glass to sway. Kaz is not going to take it well when he realizes that Jesper was extremely involved in the downstairs celebration. He turns ungracefully, moving to sit next to me with no warning. I half-heartedly glare as he takes up most of the small couch. 

“You’re grumpy when you’re tired,” Jesper hums, stretching his casually. 

I sigh once, but it lacks any bite. “I do not.” 

He smiles easily, tilting his head so far to the side that it falls against the back of the seat, “No...but I know the real reason you’re grumpy.” 

Rolling my eyes, I suppress my instinctual reaction. That would only expose his words as true. “I am not grumpy, there is no reason--” 

“You know he hated it.” 

I exhale, tired and slowly losing my fragine hold on fake tranquility. “Yeah.” That should make it  better. “I know.” It doesn’t--it doesn’t make anything better. 

So the contact we so desperately needed on our side took to flirting with Kaz. It was an uncomfortable situation because of its precariousness and I was worried because I know about his issues with touch. But it’s not like I care about the flirting part. No. It was unprofessional and so easily turned messy--that’s what my problem was.

Jesper sighs, stretching even more. I let him stretch his legs over me, too tired to push him off. I sigh, setting my chin on his bent knees. “What’s with the face, l/n?” 

I roll my eyes again. Sometimes having someone care about you is annoying. I take back all of my positive thoughts about him--Jesper Fahey is an annoying drunk. 

“There’s no face,” despite my words, I feel my expression sour even further. Jesper’s expression shifts from that of gentle worry to teasing pride. “And if there was one, it wouldn’t be because of Kaz Brekker.”

Jesper’s lips twitch upwards, something strange tainting his tipsy grin. “I never said a name.” 

“One more condescending comment, and I’m shoving you off this damn couch.” 

He laughs flatly, shifting closer and making himself more comfortable. Drunk and touchy--anyone else would have been slapped by now. “You’re nicer after some of this.” 

He holds his glass out towards me casually, amber liquid sloshing slightly. I blink at the liquid with slight disinterest. I’m not exactly in the drinking mood...but I’m not exactly in the mood for any of this. The sound of the door opening doesn’t phase me--it’s not Inej, because she never lets herself be heard. Kaz doesn’t say anything, taking one dull step and then another, footsteps leaching the room of any warmth. The coldness he exudes so easily as a mask is strong tonight, I haven’t even looked at him and I can feel it. 

Maybe I do need a drink. 

I take the glass from Jesper, taking a quick and shallow sip of the liquid. It’s offensive in smell, taste, and the way it spills down my throat. The taste is much more intense than expected, some of the liquid slips past the corner of my mouth. Somehow more bitter than this moment, the liquid leaves me ready to splutter like a child. I exhale, pushing through the burning. Jesper moves his hand forward absentmindedly, wiping a single drop of liquid from my chin carelessly. The gesture would be sweet if my throat burned less. 

“Jesper,” the warmth of the alcohol takes root in my chest, “That’s--” He laughs at my reaction, coaxing a smile from me. “Like literally the worst--why do you even have this?” If this is served in the Crow Club, I’ve never heard of it, this is the kind of under the counter alcohol that isn’t mass produced. 

He laughs a little more freely. “Won it off of someone passing through--I don’t always lose.” 

I wrinkle my nose, “An outlier shouldn’t be--” 

“Oh, shut up.” Jesper laughs again. 

“Both of you ‘shut up’,” Kaz sighs, stepping further into the room, “If you need to drink, at least wait until after my meeting.” I frown, ignoring Kaz’s lingering and sharp gaze, “You should all follow Inej’s example.” 

“We can’t even see Inej.” 

Kaz raises an eyebrow, but he regards me with nothing but voidness. He’s never exactly emotive, but normally in moments like this something I can never interpret touches his expression, coloring it human. “Exactly.” 

“You’re funnier than people give you credit for.” The comment isn’t exactly sarcastic, but it’s something lighter than I should be offering. It’s an attempt at peace, the slight stiffness between us is starting to bother me. Our usual dynamic isn’t exactly friendly, but it’s more than this. Kaz glares. “But not tonight.” 

His expression hardens. “Business is business. It’s not humor, it’s not whatever you try to make it.” Right. Just like it was business when that girl spent more time hitting on him than actually revealing real information. The thought leaves my expression tight as I swallow back my instinctual words. “It’s not whatever you’re currently doing.” 

It takes me longer than it should to realize he’s referring to the position Jesper and I are in. Can he relax? It’s not my fault Jesper is tipsy and touchy. 

“Kaz,” Inej’s voice is soft yet determined as she emerges from the shadows. It’s a miracle the way she’s nothing more than a shadow until she chooses not to be. “What’s our next job?” 

Prompting Kaz in order to prevent a fight--Inej, always the closest thing to a mom available. I give her a partial smile, glad that she’s wedging herself between us and the tension, preventing conflict I’m too tired to follow through on.

“A merchant’s house,” he begins slowly, “We’ll be searching a merchant’s house but I’m seeking evidence more than property.” Jesper swings his legs off the couch with no warning. My head falls. I glare at Jesper who offers me a slightly apologetic tsk before dropping his head on my shoulder. Kaz must note the exchange because something in his expression tightens. He’s extra irritable today. “I’ll disclose more tomorrow,” he sighs once, already turning away, “Most of you are beyond listening tonight anyways.” 

He’s at the door before I can tell him that I’m not drunk. The door opens and closes, but Kaz’s heaviness lingers like led. I frown, letting my head fall to the side, resting on Jesper’s.

“He’s weird today,” I mumble, unsure if I want a reply. 

“He’s always like that,” Jesper breathes, “You’re losing your novelty, y/n--he always learns to harden himself against anything bright.” 

The words leave me even more tired. “I don’t think I’m particularly bright.” 

“Kaz does,” Inej replies, “And it has nothing to do with ‘novelty’, Jesper’s just cynical when he drinks.” I don’t know if I believe her, but I like knowing that Inej thinks that. “And Kaz can’t harden himself against you, and he hates that.” 

I press my lips together, straightening my spine. “I’m not that great, and whatever Kaz does or doesn’t harden himself against doesn’t affect me at all.” My nails press into the plush seat. “I don’t even know why we’re talking about this because whatever he does or doesn’t feel doesn’t matter to me.” I force myself up, doing all I can to seem perfectly calm. “All I care about is going to bed.”

Turning my head, I start to approach the door. Kaz has been strangely cold all night, and while I’m used to his moods, he hasn’t exactly directed them at me so fully since the day he caught me waiting for him to wake up after he almost died. If he wants to go back to how it used to be, then it can. Maybe I’ll care in the morning, when the growing weight of my eyelids is no longer a distraction.

“Sometimes the two of you confuse me,” Inej begins, “And sometimes I see you try to deal with emotion and I see the common ground.” 

The words leave me cold. I don’t think being compared to Kaz is an insult, not when there’s so much it could mean. He’s much more complex than he wants to be. There is goodness within him, gilding the parts of him that are more shards than anything else.  

I exhale, refusing to turn. Inej is too observant for her own good. “There is no emotion.” 

“I’m not going to waste my time arguing over that because I know it’s a waste of time.” She pauses and I consider turning around in hopes of reading something less honest from her expression. “I’m just telling you as a friend that one of you needs to be mature and talk to the other tonight before the tension gets worse and that it’s not going to be him.” 

She’s right. I exhale, “Do you think I should let him go?” Even just saying that leaves my heart aching. I know instantly that that’s not what I want, but it might be what he wants--it might be the best option. I might have the strength to let him go if I work at it. “I don’t--that’s not what I want and I’m not sure I could, but maybe that’s selfish of me.” 

“Y/n.” I turn slowly, but I purposefully avoid her gaze, keeping my head down. “I know that I’ve known Kaz longer than you, and I know that when he’s getting along with you he’s,” she trails off, uncertain, “More him, in a good way.” 

My heart swells, and with that comes feelings of panic. I never wanted to change him--to make him better or worse or anything; all I’ve ever wanted is to know him and to maybe help him with his burden. And to hear that maybe I’ve done that from someone so close to him--someone so observant and aware. That’s everything. And that terrifies me. Nothing good can last; nothing that seems to be all you could ever want actually is. I know that from life before the Crows, before I ran away from the castle I called home.

“I think he does the same for you.” I’ve never really thought about Kaz’s effect on me outside of the fact that he makes me feel warm in small moments and painfully seen in large ones. 

I smile because she’s trying and she’s given me something. “I’d say I’d tell you when I make my decision, but something tells me you’ll know.” 

She nods, expression shifting to something kind. “Goodnight, y/n.” 

Jesper stretches out on the couch, settling himself comfortably, “Night, y/n.”

“Goodnight, guys.” I disappear past the door easily, heading towards my room.

I haven’t decided whether or not I’m going to look for Kaz tonight. How much damage could be done in one night? Maybe he needs space. Maybe seeking him out now will make things worse. I exhale, opening the door to my room easily. I’ll decide before going to sleep.

When I step into the room, everything is in place. Everything is fine--but something about it feels off. The light is on. I didn’t leave the light on. Nothing else raises any red flags, so I continue into the room calmly, examining everything carefully. Nothing feels out of place as I further enter the room. I take in my bed, my dresser, and lastly my nightstand. 

My heart swells all over again, but this time it feels even heavier than before. On the center of my nightstand, in perfect condition, is a copy of Pride and Prejudice. The same book I told Kaz about, the one thing besides clothing I took from the palace. I told him it was my mother’s favorite and then he asked me to read it to him. 

I can’t picture him seeing this and thinking of me. I can’t picture him thinking of me--but no one else knew about my attachment to the book. I need to find him. I need to--to see him, to speak to him. To look him in the eye and see something I only ever see when we’re alone. Maybe he won’t have that look this time, but that’s okay. 

I can’t expect to always understand him, but that does not mean I don’t know him. 

The thought leaves me feeling a little more settled within the boundaries of my skin, but I don’t ease entirely. The good is more frightening than the bad. My fear of happiness is a benign secret I haven’t had to worry about in years. I don’t know enough about it to know how to deal with it let alone mention it to Kaz. Not that it’s his problem. 

I squeeze the book to my stomach. Swallowing pride is a difficult thing, but I’m used to it with him. It’s usually worth it with Kaz because sometimes when I try he tries in his own way. I should find him. He’s not awfully creative about where he goes when he wants to be alone because people know better than to bother him. Kaz is probably in his attic or getting air outside or…

The lights were on when I came in. I’m an idiot. I didn’t feel weird when I walked into the room because of the book. Someone’s in here. He’s in here. 

Setting the book down like I should have never touched it, I let out a sigh. “Lurking is unbecoming.” 

“It’s also unbecoming to work for me and be so easily distracted by a book.” His voice reveals nothing as he emerges from the shadows. “I could have killed you with how long it took for you to notice my presence.” He pauses, eyebrows drawing together. “The light was on.” 

Normally I’d have some kind of comment, some kind of joke that offers a more peaceful situation. “I know.” It’s a flat response. “I think on some subconscious level I knew,” I drop my gaze away from him, “I knew I was okay.” That sounds dumb. “I mean...I think I knew it was you so I knew I was okay.” Yeah, that wasn’t anymore eloquent. “That doesn’t make sense, but if you get to be confusing, I do too.”

“Confusing? There’s nothing to understand.” Curt. Simple. Dismissive. 

I frown. ‘Nothing to understand’. Right, because there’s nothing confusing about how quickly he decided to dismiss me just to bring me some obscenely sentimental gift. “If you’re mad at me, you should at least tell me why.” I press my lips together. “At least that way I’ll know if I need to apologize or kick your ass.” 

At that, he presses his lips together, corner of his mouth threatening to tilt upwards. “You would kick my ass?”

Great, even when he’s easing he has to be annoying. “I could.” There is no universe in which I could take him in a physical fight. “On a good day.” I let out a breath, doing all I can to not focus on his expression. Awkwardness settles in my chest as my eyes land on my bed. I sit down, trying not to let my shoulders slump tiredly as I stretch my legs across my bed. “You’re not having a good day.” 

“My day is fine, I’m just not naively cheerful like you,” his words turn sharp, “Or Jesper.” 

Weird addition. “Jesper’s not cheerful, he’s just drunk.” I let go of the ‘naive’ part, deciding to focus on the bigger picture. “And I’m not as naive or joyful as you think I am.” I’m not sure if I mean that as a rebuttal or just a fact. “I have bad days too.” This isn’t the kind of conversation I should have while this tired. “I could be less cheerful if you’d like.” 

He’s so silent I momentarily wonder if he’s left. “No.” It’s not much, but I take it. Straightening my back, I pull my legs beneath me, intentionally creating space. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Ah, blatant rejection. It would sting if I was less in the right. “Maybe you’ll be less weird then.” 

“I am not being weird.” At least I’m getting some kind of reaction from him. “You’re the one who--” 

“Who what?” Finally--progress. 

Kaz sighs, turning slightly. “You’re the one who decided to ignore me after we met with the contact.” I part my lips, ready to retort, but no words come. He did pick up on my slight annoyance, and he reciprocated it in a much larger way. 

He can never know that this all came from some ridiculous, territorial--partial jealousy. “I didn’t mean to ignore you,” partial lie, “I’m just kind of in a weird place today, I’m tired.” 

“Not too tired for Jesper, it seems.” 

What? Is that what this is about? “What? All I did was sit there--he’s a touchy drunk and I just happened to be next to him.” 

“You laugh with him,” he says this blankly, “You can touch him.” 

The edge of unsafe territory cuts into me at an odd angle. Is this about him? Is he really tormenting himself over something so asinine to me when it comes to him? I’d rather have him than all the physical touch in the world. The book on the nightstand feels closer to me, growing by the prospect of its significance alone. That gesture, that’s more intimate than anything Jesper and I did downstairs. 

“So?” I straighten my back slightly. “It doesn’t mean anything.” 

He presses his lips together. “That’s the problem--anyone can manage meaningless contact…” The silence is louder than the words that came before it. Oh. I guess I’m not the only one who gets just a little jealous in an unwarranted way. “What if you were hurt? What if you were hurt and we were alone and you needed someone to help you and I couldn’t?” He lets out a sigh, a sound too tired for me to associate with him. “You say you don’t care now, but you’ll grow tired of it--the only life I can offer.” 

Inej’s words about the similarities between Kaz and I echo in my mind. “Sometimes I don’t like when things are going well because I don’t know how to be truly content, fully happy.” Saying this twists my stomach. “I don’t know how to trust good things, so whenever there are good things I think about all the ways I could ruin something and then I do.” I take a breath. “I’m not saying that things are particularly good for you or that you’re happy, but I am saying that maybe you shouldn’t think three steps ahead when there’s nothing to think ahead about.” I regard his expression carefully, but nothing has changed. “I told you the only thing I want is to know you, and that’s not going to change.”

“Y/n,” his voice is low, “I am not rain--I can’t promise you anything.” 

I scratch my knee, dropping my gaze. “For once I don’t want rain.” 

Kaz sighs. “Get some sleep.” Something about the way he’s speaking is authoritative but it lacks any weight. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

I frown freely, “Kaz--” 

“You look tired,” he mumbles, “You need rest.” He’s using this as an excuse to escape his feelings, but he’s already given me more than I expected. Greed ruins things, but then again, so does selflessness. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“For the job?”

Something strange crosses his features as his expression teeters on shifting. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he repeats, a little more certain.

The response doesn’t satiate me. “Kaz--” 

“I may not be the rain, but I’m capable of making promises as well.” There’s something final about the way he says this, but it doesn’t feel cruel. 

Maybe I’d protest if my eyelids were less weighted. “Goodnight, Kaz.” 

My head falls against the pillow. I’m not sure if he replies, too lost in the drawl of sleep before he can even close the door. 

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