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I can’t express how adorable this is! For this being my first commission, it’s everything I asked for. Thank you @o0kawaii0o for doing such a lovely job with this! Makes me so happy!

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Hello! English is not my native language, so please forgive me for any mistakes. I searched every possible website for a LBFAD fanfic and found nothing other than your blog, so I decided to try my luck and send you my ideas. Could you please develop them?

I’m not exactly sure what LBFAD is but I can help the best I can.

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Title: When Death Does Us Apart

Paring: Superman/Clark Kent (David Corenswet superman) x Dying Female Reader

Song Used: Slander- Love is gone ft. Dylan Matthew (Acoustic version)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Warning(s): Hospitals, being confined to a hospital bed, death, being afraid of death, crying, Superman not being able to do anything, established relationship, Superman/Clark Kent and the reader are married, Clark Kent/Superman is a single father now, you and Clark have two kids.

Summary: When your sickness gets so bad that it sends you to the hospital, the doctors and staff are baffled that you are still alive. Superman, or Clark Kent, your husband and best friend sits with you day and night, whispering that everything will be alright, til he’s standing at your grave, tears falling down his face, his heart painfully beating in his chest while yours has completely stopped. 

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You lazily blinked your eyes as you stared at the hospital ceiling. Your heart monitor beeps steadily next to you. Doctors and nurses rushing in and out of your room, medicine clutched to their chests and words you didn’t understand being yelled at to each other or other doctors. You coughed, your body jumping harshly. Your eyes were sunken in and your eyes were bloodshot from sleepless nights. You turned your head to the door when your husband, Clark Kent A.K.A Superman came rushing into the room. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, his tie was halfway undone, and his suit jacket was half on and half off his shoulders. He was out of breath but he moved closer to you, immediately taking your hand in his. He pressed his lips to your already paling fingers and held them close to his chest. 

“I made it honey. How are you feeling?” His voice was soft, only reserved for you. Your eyes shook as you tried looking at him. His face blurred in and out of focus. Tears welled up in your eyes as your body was starting to give up the fight it had been fighting for your entire life. Your lips trembled as you reached for him. Silently begging him to lay with you. To hold you against his chest as you silently sobbed. 

Clark felt his own heart shaking in pain. He was superman for hell's sake. He slowly took off his suit jacket and climbed into the hospital bed with you. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you close to him, mindful of all the needles and such in your arms. He watched as you shook in his hold, your body still putting up a fight to keep you alive and all he could do in the moment was watch as you shook like a leaf in his arms. He choked back tears as he watched you. The way your eyes would roll into the back of your head when the pain was so crippling, or how you would groan in misery and all he could do was hold you closer. 

“I’m scared, Clark. I don’t want to die. Please don’t let me die.” You whispered, looking up at your husband with pleading eyes. His heart shattered in his chest as he gently pressed his lips to yours. Tears slid down your cheeks as you kissed back, but your body sagged against his, your heart failing to beat in your chest. The heart monitor screamed as you flatlined. Clark sobbed openly as he held your body against his, kneeling on the hospital bed as doctors and nurses rushed in. Two security officers had to drag Clark from the room as the doctors and nurses did everything to revive you. 

He screamed and begged the two men to let him go, but they silently shook their heads, offering apologies before helping him sit on the chair outside your hospital room. He covered his face as his body shook with silent tears. He could hear everything in that room. His superhearing was causing his heart to break even more. ‘What’s the point in being superman if I can’t even save the woman who brought the greatest joy to me?’ Clark thought, waiting and praying that the doctors and nurses could save your life. 

Don't go tonight

Stay here one more time

Remind me what it's like, oh

And let's fall in love one more time

I need you now by my side

It tears me up when you turn me down

I'm begging please, just stick around

He lifted his head when one of the doctors walked out of the room, blood splattered across his gloves and scrubs, he slipped into his white coat once the gloves were off his hands. “Are you Mr. Clark Kent? Y/n’s husband?” The doctor asked, looking away from the clipboard in his hands. “That’s me.” Clark said, his voice sounded hollow, like his emotions were bottled up as he waited for the doctor’s answer. The doctor removed his glasses, a deep sigh leaving his mouth. “I am sorry to say this, but she is no longer with us. We did everything we could to save her but this illness she had, it was something we hadn’t seen before. Not only that, it should have killed her years ago.” The doctor's words faded as Clark stood there. His ears filled with ringing. You were gone. He failed you. He failed to protect you even though he was superman. His hands trembled at his side, his heart banged against his ribcage and tears welled up in his eyes. He fell to his knees, his tears falling down his face but no words or sounds left his mouth. The doctor, watching as Clark quickly disassociated at his words, placed a piece of paper down on the chair next to him.

“This is the last thing your wife was able to write to you last night while she still had strength. I am so sorry for your loss.” The doctor said, squatting down in front of Clark and gently patting him on the shoulder, offering a gentle smile before standing up and rushing to his next patient. It hurt. Everything hurts. As if on auto pilot, Clark gently grabbed the note, stood from where he knelt, and made his way to the front desk to arrange a funeral for you. As he stood there talking to the lady, his mind went back to the fear in your eyes. The way you begged him to help you. The way you clung to him in your final moments. The lady at the desk knew he was hurting and quickly got everything arranged for him, a sad, defeated smile on her face. 

His heart was in his stomach now. He didn’t know what to tell his two sons. He didn’t know how to tell them that their mother had died. Died putting up a fight with an illness that had no cure. Finally reaching his car, Clark broke down. He sobbed loudly, cursing whatever being for taking his beloved wife. For taking his two sons' mother. His confidant. His world. He continued to sob, begging for you to come back to him. For you to be at home, cooking dinner, a wide smile on your lips as you called for all of them to come to the table for dinner. You laughed when your sons started talking about their day as they shoveled their food into their mouths. Your husband laughed when the boys did something absolutely ridiculous. 

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Soren and Zane rushed to their father when he entered the driveway, but their mother wasn’t in the car. “Wheres mother?” Zane asked. Soren clung to his brother as they both looked at their father for an answer. Before Clark could even answer, he wrapped his body in his arms and held them tightly, tears welling up in his eyes again. “I’m so sorry boys. I couldn’t protect your mother.” He buried his face in his sons’ shoulders hoping they would understand, Zane, who was 16 at that moment, understood what happened to his mother. His sob broke Clark even more. Soren, 15, picked up on his brother’s distress and figured out what happened to his mother as well, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest while he simply stared at nothing. Their mother was gone. She was dead. Their father was broken, and they were in pieces. 

Sitting at the table felt lonely now. They loved your chatter. They loved when you talked about your day while they were either at work or at school. During dinner, you had excitedly announced that you had gotten them their favorite dessert and that if they ate their dinner fast, they could have one. The two boys were always the fastest when it came to eating but now, it felt like a chore to eat. Clark stood in front of the stove, reading over your writing for what he was making. He wanted nothing more than for you to walk up behind him and hug him from behind. That was his only wish. For you to be alive and well again. As dinner was simmering, he pulled out the letter the doctor had given to him before he left. Remembering that it was you who had written it to him. Carefully, he opened the letter and sat down at the table. 

I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me

I know that your love is gone

I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy

Don't tell me that your love is gone

That your love is gone

Hi my love, I’m sorry if this gets to you when I am no longer a part of your life. 

I wanted to give this to you myself but whatever illness I have, the doctors are saying that it's getting worse. They are saying that it's slowly eating away at my organs and that I may not have the strength to even open my eyes after long. I know this seems harsh but when I die, I want you to forget about me. Live your life Clark. Don’t let my death slow you down or stop you.

Please don’t neglect our boys. I know how you tend to shut yourself away  when things get too hard. Please don’t shut them out. Comfort them, hold them close. Teach them what we have always wanted to teach them. I will continue to watch you from above. I love you and the boys. Tell them every day and every night how much I love them. I know how heartbroken you will be during my funeral, but just know, I will always love you Clark. I will wait for the day you meet me again and I will have my arms held wide open for you. 

Promise me now, you will move on. You will go on with your life. The world needs their superman. The world needs you. I can’t be the cause of Superman disappearing from the world. If you can’t do it for the world, do it for your boys. Do it for me. I love you Clark. I always have and always will. Don't ever forget that. I will say it over and over again. I love you. I love you. I love you. I will always love you. 

~Y/n

Holding your note close to his chest, Clark cried. Not sobbed like he did in the parking lot of the hospital, but cried. Silently. Tears slid down his face as he imagined you in the room, leaning your head against his arm as he read. He wettly chuckled at your words but nodded his head as if you were saying those words to him in person. Clark placed the paper down on the table, his heart thundering in his chest as he walked to Zane and Soren’s room. Gently knocking on the door, Clark entered the room, closing the door behind him and sitting on the floor in front of his sons. There, he told the two what happened to their mother, watching as they both burst into tears, sobbing and begging for their mother. 

No matter how old you get, you will always need your mother. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Clark, Zane, and Soren stood before your casket, dressed in all black. Your peaceful face, eyes closed, made their hearts break. “Goodbye mother. I hope paradise is treating you like a queen.” Soren said, staring softly at you before gently reaching towards your face, brushing a few loose hairs from your face. Zane didn’t say much, as his eyes were red and puffy from how long he had been sobbing moments before the funeral started. “Goodbye mom. I’ll miss you.” He whispered, turning towards his father before rushing back to his seat. Clark watched as his boys pressed close to each other, tears welling up in their eyes once more. Turning back to your casket, Clark placed a single rose on your chest. His heart breaking and cracking all over again. “I will forever miss you, my love, but I will do my best to raise our sons’ with the most care and all the love in the world from the both of us. Please watch over us until the day we can all see you again.” Clark said, closing the casket and gently lowering you into the ground. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Clark stood in front of your grace as Superman. He lowered the bouquet of flowers to your headstone and knelt on one knee. 

Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to the cool stone, his eyes closed and his throat tight. No words were spoken, nor did anything need to be said. He sat there in silence, listening to the trees rustling and shaking as the breeze passed through. Standing up after a few moments, Superman smiled softly at your grave. “I will miss you. I will see you soon my love.” He whispered before disappearing, moving so fast he was back in the shared room of your house. Walking into the closet, he looked over all your clothes. He wouldn’t put them away. Not when your memory would live on. Even without you here.

Don't tell me that your love is gone, that your love is gone

Don't tell me that your love is gone, that your love is gone

That your love is gone

I know this isn't easy (Easy)

That your love is gone

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I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My headcanons for how Baby and Abby would cheer his gn s/o after you had a bad day request is so good! I love it especially Abby knew what to know when you returned home in pure fury 😡, he cleaned up & prepared stuff you loved 🧹 🎥, he patted the spot next you with a smile ☺️, you went straight to his side like me 👥, he nuzzled your neck as he asked how are your feeling ❓, you ranted to him 😡🗣️, he pulled you into his arms 🫂, he would cuddle a lot when you're like this 👍, he won't let you do any chores when you're tired 🫸, he will kiss you everywhere he can reach 😘, he will practically beg you to take day offs so he can shower you with love 💕, he will bring you whatever you need 🫴, he will be there for you when you need it 🥹, Baby didn't expect you to slam the door 🚪, he prepared everything that brings you comfort 👍, you were shocked but quickly joined him 😯, he hugged in joy 🫂, he's enjoying how you nuzzled him & smiled when you kissed his neck ☺️, he won't tell you how much he loves you though 🤫, you cuddles with him until the doorbell ringed 🫂, he got the food he ordered with a grin faster than you could groan 😁, he waited for you before he started 👍, you enjoyed your food completely 😋, you watched your comfort show with him by your side 👥, you rested your head on his shoulder 🤭, you're grateful that you're dating him 🥹, he knows your routine by heart 😤, he knows you well enough to know how you're feeling ☺️😠😢, he would prepare your favourite drinks & food when you're upset 👍, no one has the privilege of seeing his soft side except you 🫵, he will cuddle with you 🫂, he will nuzzle & kiss your neck 😘, and he finds it embarrassing when he purrs but I find adorable 😺 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

Awww anon! Thank you so much!! I’m so happy you enjoyed it! It was super fun to write. I love writing these boys soft and cuddly.

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Everyone on Earth needs to see this. It's vital.

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SPOILERS FOR UP TO TMA 159

The Magnus crew and what they become 👁️ 📼

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HIIII! I finally found a person with their request open that writes for KDH…I don’t know if you are in the ALNST fandom but if you could listen to Karma first before reading this request, that would be pretty awesome!!

So uhmmmm kpop demon hunters (either of both groups are fine) x reader where reader’s recent song, Karma, is trending so much is surpassed the Saja Boys’s songs. How would they react? I imagine reader to be very delicate and soft spoken as she performs for her soldout concerts. Maybe even having a brief interaction with one of the members after the show.

I am not in the ALNST fandom (Mainly because I haven’t watched it, but I have seen snippets and heard a few of the songs.)  I hope you still enjoy this little one-shot off our Huntrix and Saja Boys reacting to our dear reader! I do apologize if it is short, my brain was not functioning all that well when I wrote this. 

Song Used: Karma from Alien Stage

You were a rising solo artist planning on debuting just before two massive groups, Huntrix and Saja Boys. Nervously clutching the microphone in your hand, you tried breathing to calm your nerves as you heard the cheering crowd. You were scared. You believed that the crowd would hate you for performing before Huntrix and Saja Boys, but when you met them before now, they were all so sweet and happy. They encouraged you, told you they were excited to hear your debut song. You closed your eyes before taking a deep breath and letting it back out. When you heard the beginning of your song spilled through the speakers. 

Ignoring that you were on the stage in front of thousands of people, you began dancing around the stage, the music playing loudly, the crowd cheering. Huntrix and Saja Boys watching with dropped jaws from their waiting room. You were smiling so brightly that you forgot where you were. Your voice carried through the stadium, enchanting everyone that was there. You technically already released this song, and watched it rise higher than the Saja Boys, but you hadn’t performed this song in front of people before. You were always a delicate girl when you were younger. You never raised your voice even when you're angry, you were always soft spoken. 

 As you sang, your voice enchanted everyone that surrounded the stage and beyond. You smiled when you saw the fans slowly swaying side to side as you sang. You could feel your heart spilling out the words as you sang them. The way your body swayed as you softly sang. When the song came to an end, you stood there, in a silent stadium, the only sound was your breathing, but you were smiling. Then, the cheering and clapping could be heard. The fans cheered and screamed your name. Sure you were the opener for Huntrix and Saja boys but the fans couldn’t help but cheer loudly for you. You sounded so beautiful. So gentle. When you exited the stage, the two bands surrounded you, congratulating you, and asking if you would be ok to hang back so they could chat more. 

During the opening before their performance:

Huntrix Reaction:

Rumi couldn’t move. It was like she was hypnotized by your voice. She hadn’t heard someone with that beautiful of a voice other than when she watched videos of her mother, and Celine singing in their group. She slowly swayed side to side, her demon patterns seemingly quieted down, and disappeared from her arms. She mouthed along to the words as you sang, a smile on her face. She would have to ask you to sing more if it meant that her demon patterns would disappear almost automatically.

Mira’s jaw was on the floor. She knew you could sing, but she had only heard it after it was released, so it had modifications and audio toned parts but hearing you sing live was an out of body experience. She couldn’t help but sway her body to the beat of the music. Her eyes closed as the song you sang brought back memories of the beginning of her time with Huntrix. Meeting Zoey and Rumi for the first time and getting that family she had always craved. She loved how you brought pleasant memories to her mind with your gentle singing. 

Zoey couldn’t stop smiling. She bounced in her seat as she watched you on the screen, the smile on your face, the gentleness of your voice. The way your eyes fluttered during certain parts in your singing. Zoey knew she wanted to get you to collab with them in the future. Just thinking about your vocals mixed with theirs was giving her wild collab ideas that she wanted to show you and the rest of Huntrix. She knew how soft spoken you are and found it to be adorable. Granted, you were younger than them but Zoey still wanted to create a song with you and Huntrix singing together. 

Saja Boys Reaction:

Jinu’s body practically melted into the couch he was sitting on. Gwi-Ma’s voice fading quickly the longer he listened to your voice. Tears welled up in his eyes as you sang, a smile on your face. You reminded him of his little sister. The one person, besides his mother, who he left behind. His heart ached but maybe, befriending you could feel that hole that ate away at his heart. He closed his eyes and swayed to your voice, smiling that he couldn’t hear the vicious words from Gwi-Ma. Maybe, he could get used to being here for the rest of his life. 

Abs was stunned. His jaw dropped, his heart thundering in his chest. He had heard beautiful singers before but something about your voice, the way you held yourself, and the smile you held made him believe he could defy Gwi-Ma and live a normal human life. Your voice put him in a trance, his eyes heavy, but a smile present on his lips. Your voice eased the pain Gwi-Ma would always bring up. Eased the burning ache in his heart. It was like your song was telling him that everything would be ok. 

Mystery was beyond confused. First, his heart thundered in his chest when you started singing. Then, his heart started flipping around as if you were standing in front of him, singing the song directly to him. He didn’t understand the human emotions that he was experiencing as tears slid down his face. However, he didn’t dislike the idea of the emotions he was feeling. Everything felt right. It felt like he was actually a human being and  not some demon that was under another demon's control. Gwi-Ma’s voice vanished the moment your voice hit his ears. He could finally hear the world without Gwi-Ma telling him he was useless, unloved and unwanted. You made him feel loved, wanted, and useful. He was happy. The smile on his face proved it. 

Romance was absolutely love stricken. He loved how melodious your voice sounded. How your voice seemed to bounce off the walls of the stadium and enrapture everyone's attention. What surprised him even more, was the way the honmoon seems to shimmer gold as you sang. How it was being created just by you. He had always been told the honmoon needed at least three people to create it but here you are, standing on the stage, gently singing, and the honmoon is beginning to form, just as strong as if it was three hunters singing together. Romance is thinking about how he can get you to sing a duet with him.

Baby Saja is in tears. The heart he believed he didn’t have, pounding painfully in his chest. His stomach flipping around as he watched you on the screen. His tears spilled down his face and he nearly broke into a sob. It was like you were singing directly to him. The soft smile on your lips, the way your eyes fluttered, or the way you looked into the camera at certain points, made his heart flutter like a love sick high school boy. His heart pounded as thoughts of the two of you, hand in hand, writing songs together, singing together, and one day living together. His face warmed but he didn’t hide it. He was falling in love with you. 

As the crowd cheered around you, a smile so wide appeared on your face. You bowed before skipping off the stage. As you appeared backstage, the two bands greeted you, congratulating you and talking about your song, hyping it up and asking if they could collaborate on future projects with you. You happily agreed, your smile never fading but seemingly growing in size. You waved as the two bands left to get ready for their performances, turning to head back to your room to watch their performances only to run into someone. You go to apologize but realize that it was Baby Saja you had run into. 

You profusely apologize but he simply takes your hand in his, leans down and with a smile and a wink, kisses the back of your hand before smiling innocently and heading to the stage. Your face explodes in the deepest shade of red. You cover your face and rush to your dressing room before changing and going to the same room Huntrix and Saja Boys were waiting and watching your performance. You cheered the loudest when Baby Saja appeared on screen, his eyes glowing as he rapped to the music. You caught yourself nearly drooling over him and blushed. A smile soon appeared on your face as you turned your attention back to the screen. You didn’t mind falling for Baby Saja. Not when he had captured your heart the moment he kissed your hand.

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Can I request headcanons for how Baby and Abby would cheer his gn s/o after you had a bad day please?

Here you go! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy these little drabbles/headcanons!<3

Abby Saja:

When you come home, slamming the door behind you, angrily taking your shoes off not caring where they went, groaning in frustration and tossing your bag and keys to the floor, Abby Saja knew he needed to do something to make you smile again. He immediately rushed around the house, cleaning everything up and putting them in their proper places, including your shoes, bag, and keys in their correct places. Finished the remaining dishes in the sink, put a movie on he knew that you loved (Knowing it was your comfort show helped), making your favorite snack, and grabbing water from the fridge. He placed it all on the table just as you walked back down the stairs from your shared room. 

He smiled softly and patted the spot next to him. You practically dove into his side, melting when his arm wrapped around you. “How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning down so he could nuzzle into your hair. You whined but didn’t move away, loving the attention from him. “Work was a bitch, my coworkers suck and can’t for the life of them figure out how to do anything right. I end up fixing their messes up. I was called into my manager's office when something went wrong and the blame was put on me.” You started shaking in anger but Abby Saja pulled you into his arms, his body creating a warmth that you were missing. 

He is the biggest cuddler when you are like this.

Abby Saja refuses to let you do anything and will do all the chores, cooking, and cleaning when you are tired 

He is pressing kisses to your face, hands, anywhere he can reach when you are overworked and tired. 

Practically begging you to take a few days off so he can just ambush you with cuddles and kisses. 

He is doing everything for you. You can’t lift a finger without this massive hunk finding whatever you need and bringing it to you. 

Abby Saja is absolutely in love with you that no matter what is happening in your life, he is going to be there for you.

Baby Saja:

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you enter the house, slamming the door behind you grumbling about a coworker that you have mentioned to him before. He watched as you stomped up stairs to change out of your work clothes, anger wafting off you in waves. Baby Saja knew you needed comfort, so he gathered everything he knew you loved, started your comfort show up, ordered food, and placed a few different drinks out on the table. When you appeared at the bottom of the stairs, your eyes widened in shock but you immediately rushed over to Baby Saja’s side. His arms opened wide and happily took you in a hug. Loving the way you nuzzled close to his neck, smiling when you placed small kisses to his neck. He absolutely is a sucker for you but he won’t say that to you. 

You cuddle close to him for a moment before the doorbell rings. You almost groan but Baby Saja is standing up and moving towards the door, grabbing the food he ordered that was left on the doorstep. A big grin on his face. He placed the food on the table, waiting for you to take what you wanted before he got his. You happily dug into the food, your anger long forgotten as you settled back into the couch, Baby Saja at your side, your favorite food in your hands, your comfort show on. You sighed, blissfully leaning your head on Baby Saja’s shoulder, the show playing but you were in your own world. Happy you had such a wonderful demon boyfriend at your side. 

This man has your routine down to a T. 

He knows when you get home from work, when you leave for work, when you are not feeling good.

He knows when you are pissed, happy, or even on the verge of tears. 

He has your favorite foods and drinks memorized and ready for you when you call telling him about how bad your day has been. 

You are the only person he will be soft for. The Saja boys don’t even get to see that side of him. 

He will cuddle you if that is the only thing that you need. He is nuzzling into your neck, pressing kisses on your neck, he's even purring though he gets embarrassed by it. 

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Idk if these are closed or not if they are forgive me but could I get a match up with one of the Saja boys perhaps?

I’m 5’8 and have long brown hair with olive skin and onyx eyes and I’m 100% an ambivert, I like social interactions but if the person annoys me my social battery drains to 0 FAST. I like to watch shows or write and I can be loud sometimes but only if I get excited. I like to scroll endlessly on TikTok too lowkey and I like cooking, I despise working out but get my daily 10k steps so I can remain in shape(if only working out didn’t have to come with it)😒im a honest person but I am kind with it and lowkey compassionate, I do have a sharp tongue though as my friends would call it🫡

Here you are anon! I hope you like your match-up!

I match you with…Mystery Saja!

He may be one of the quiet Saja Boys but he is one of the few that can read your body language. If you are interacting with someone, he can easily see when your social battery starts to drain and will guide the interaction the rest of the way for you. He isn’t afraid to snap at someone when you are completely drained and just want to go home. He will sit with you and watch your shows even if he doesn’t understand them half the time. Your loudness is something he absolutely loves. You are actually the only person that can be super loud and he does not give two flying shits because it's you and he loves you a lot. When you are scrolling through TikTok, he's laying on your lap fast asleep because that's the only place he can sleep soundly. He just needs to be close to you in order for him to sleep soundly, otherwise, he's getting nightmares.

He will want to help you with cooking so he can learn your favorite meals. You can’t help but teach him certain things when you are cooking for the both of you. When he gets confused on certain things while cooking, he will tilt his head like a confused puppy and look at you for help. The moment Mystery finds out what exercise is, he is a menace and will want you to come with him on a daily walk in the early mornings. He knows that you hate them, but he will give you the biggest pouty face until you give in. He’s secretly grinning when you are not looking by the way. He loves your honesty, and how kind and compassionate you are when giving your honest opinion. He finds it funny that you have a sharp tongue and will listen to it all day everyday with the biggest grin on his face. He may even laugh behind closed doors after you snap at someone on the streets for doing something that, in your eyes, was extremely stupid or dumb.

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hi!! i have read so much of your work and i love your style of writing, it always has me blushing and giggling! i was wondering if you could do reverse hurt/comfort scenarios for each of the saja boys with reader as their gf. after a huge argument or something happening, you walk into your bedroom to see them crying. this is the first time reader is seeing them crying and the saja boys are very ashamed of it due to being demons and having to keep up the “tough” appearance. because of this, the saja boys initially push reader away or maybe even snap at them out of embarrassment and humiliation.

Awww you are so sweet Anon! Thank you so much for sending this request in! I hope you enjoy these little drabbles of our beloved Saja Boys<3 I channeled my inner angst writing in this and made myself cry a bit. 

Jinu:

The tears just kept coming. Jinu tried wiping them away with his hands but nothing seemed to stop them. The tears warmed his skin but made his heart shutter. What would you think of him now? He was messing around, like usual. When he bumped into a dresser holding a vase that you so lovingly put together as decoration. He panicked and hid in your shared room, not knowing how to comprehend the anger you would feel.  His body shuttered when he heard the bedroom door open. Ignoring your gentle please to turn to you, the tears he so desperately wanted to disappear flooded down his face. A small whimper left his lips as he tried hiding the tears. His face burned red with embarrassment when he heard your rushed footsteps. “Jinu? Baby, why are you crying? It was a silly little argument. I’m not breaking up with you over a broken vase. He tried turning his face away from you but your hands settled on his face, forcing him to look at you. 

“Leave me alone.” He snapped, his amber eyes flashing before he froze. He had never openly shown you his demon form and here he was, using it because he was embarrassed that you caught him crying. He wasn’t angry at you for catching him, he was embarrassed. Gwi-Ma had planted the idea of crying as a weakness and that he couldn’t cry. That demons don’t cry. His body shook when you pulled him into your chest. His heart was beating so fast he thought it would pop out of his chest. “You can cry Jinu. It means you are more human than you thought. Hell, demons can cry too.” You had tears welling up in your eyes as you looked up at your boyfriend's face, tears falling down his face, small sniffles could be heard from him. You rubbed your thumb under his eyes, catching stray tears. His hands moved to grip your wrists, but never pulled your hands away. 

“B-But what about the vase I broke?” He whispered. Your heart shattered at how broken he sounded. Demon or not, he shouldn’t feel this way. You smiled softly and leaned forward, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to his lips. “Jinu, that vase means nothing to me. I bought it at a pawn shop to hold something an ex-friend had given me. Now, I can actually throw all of it away. Don’t be sad anymore. I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you.” You whispered, holding his face in your hands, watching his eyes well up with tears once more. You leaned forward, your nose pressed against his. A teary laugh left Jinu’s throat as he looked at you, pure adoration and love in his eyes. “I will never get mad at you Jinu. I would hate myself too much if I did.” You whispered, your hands dropping from his face to hold his hands. “I love you so much Jinu. Please don’t doubt that.” You whispered, looking up at him only to see him sobbing, tears falling down his face like a flood. You giggled and pulled him into your arms. His arms wrapped around you, gripping your shirt like a lifeline, his sobs growing louder and louder as he let out 400 years worth of tears on your shirt, not that you cared. 

Abby Saja:

He winced as the door slammed shut. His heart shattered as he heard your car pull away. He made a mistake and he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to take it back. He accidentally broke something of your late grandmother’s and brushed it off as something that could be fixed. Not realizing that it was something that couldn’t be fixed. Abby Saja immediately went and picked up every piece of the broken china dish, holding it in his hands like it was the last piece of his relationship with you. Tears welled up in his eyes as he sat at the kitchen table, hunched over the plate, looking everywhere online to find a picture of it so he could glue it back together. 5 hours passed before you returned home. You had cooled down enough, having gone angry grocery shopping and nearly bought the whole store. As you entered your apartment, Abby Saja was nowhere to be found. You sighed, knowing that it was partially your fault. 

Entering the kitchen, you noticed the once brought heirloom from your grandmother perfectly glued back together. Your heart shattered when you read the small apology note Abby Saja left for you. You should still be mad at him. You should break up with him because he knew that was something special to you. Sure it was an accident but the way he was nonchalant about it made your blood boil. As you were putting everything away, you heard shuffling and what sounded like sniffles from upstairs. You placed what you had in your hand on the table and walked towards the room. You stopped in front of the door, your heart clenching in pain as you heard soft whimpers and sobs leaving Abby Saja’s mouth. Him berating himself for what he did. You carefully opened the door, but the creaking floor caused him to turn around. His face was bright red, both from crying and from you catching him crying. 

He simply looked at the ground like a child that got scolded by their mother. You moved towards him, watching how he flinched ever so slightly when you lifted your hand. Your heart absolutely shattered at that. You rushed into him, your face pressed into his chest, arms wrapped around him as your body began to shake. “I should be mad at you but I can’t. I can’t be mad at you when you are sobbing. When you fixed the plate and made it look brand new. Or how you flinched when I raised my hand. Please forgive me.” You were not sobbing into his shirt as he wrapped his arms around you. You both stood there, wrapped in each other's arms sobbing before falling onto the bed, and fell asleep. Having tired yourselves out with how much you cried together. 

Mystery Saja:

He doesn’t cry. He wasn’t supposed to cry. He was a demon, and demons don’t cry. Yet, here he was, tears falling down his face like a facet, shuddered breaths leaving his lips as he watched you pick up the broken picture frame that he threw to the ground in a small moment of rage. His heart snapped when you simply walked past him, ignoring his pleas of sorrow. Ignoring his outstretched hand, begging you to forgive me. You simply walked past him. When you finished cleaning the glass up, you stayed on your knees, cradling the picture of you and him in your hands. Mystery backed away, his chest constricting with humiliation and regret. He rushed to your shared bedroom and tried to hide himself away as the tears fell down his face. He hiccuped as he cried out hysterically. Begging whatever being was watching to not let him lose you. He made a mistake, but he couldn’t lose you. Not now. 

He was so caught up in trying to stop his tears that he didn’t realize you had come into the room, knelt in front of him, and lifted your hand towards his face. Out of reflex, he slapped your hand away, backing himself into the corner, begging you to leave him alone. You swallowed the lump in your throat when you saw the fear in his eyes, and heard the anguish in his voice. But you  moved closer. Finally pressing your hand to his face. His body shuttered but he leaned into your touch, his soft, stuttery breath pulling and tugging at your heart. You nudged his legs slightly so you could sit in between them. When you finally were pressed against his chest, you closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, smiling when his arms wrapped around you. “I know it was an accident Mystery. You would never throw that picture on purpose.” You whispered after a beat of silence

Mystery hummed to acknowledge your words, a tiny smile appearing on his lips. He softly tightened the hold he had on you, hoping that you wouldn’t leave him alone. Shifting, you look up at your boyfriend, gently moving his hair that covered his face to the side, seeing the red tear stains that littered his face from his crying moments before. Pressing your hand to his face, you couldn’t help but smile when he nuzzled into your palm. Purring at the warmth it gave him. The comfort that it blessed him with. “Promise me you won’t ignore me again? I was scared you were going to break up with me when you ignored me.” Mystery whispered, not wanting you to pull away. You smiled sadly at him, laying your head against his chest. “I will never leave you Mystery. Not for something as small as a broken picture frame. Those can be replaced.” You whispered, slowly falling asleep against his chest, happy he wasn’t crying anymore.

Romance Saja:

His fear was starting to eat at him. He was always clingy when it came to you. He thought you deserved better but when he saw you laughing with another guy, it just broke his heart. When you came home a few hours later, he refused to talk to you. When he did finally talk to you, it turned into a screaming match because Romance was afraid that you would break up with him. Now, he sat in your shared bedroom, hands holding his face as he sobbed loudly. His heart breaking at the look in your eyes when he made the mistake of yelling out that he hated you. Sliding off the bed to his knees, Romance dropped his head to the floor and continued to cry. He didn’t hear the door opening and you stepping into the room, his favorite food in your hands. 

“Honey, please talk with me. No more yelling just…” You froze when you saw your boyfriend sobbing on the ground, his shoulders shaking harshly as he tried to stop. You placed the food on the dresser and rushed to him. You dropped to your knees and gathered him in your arms. Holding him tightly as his hands gripped your shirt. His sobs made your heart ache. “I don’t want you to see me like this. I look so weak and pathetic.” Romance whimpered, burying his face in your shoulder. Shaking your head, tears began forming in your eyes. “Crying is not a weakness, Romance. Crying just proves that your heart can still ache and yearn for things it wants. You feared I was leaving you, had a fight, and broke down sobbing. That’s a form of fighting.” You whispered, your tears finally falling down your face. 

You both sobbed in each other's arms before moving to the bed, needing something comfortable instead of the floor. Romance laid his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. He hummed softly when you started rubbing his neck, his body melting against yours. “So the man you were talking to was your brother that came for a surprise visit from college?” Romance asked, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. You giggled. “Yes. He is my brother. Did you think he was a random guy trying to hook up with me?” You asked, one eyebrow raised as Romance groaned in embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I thought you were getting taken from me!” He whined, making you laugh. “I don't want anyone that isn’t you, Romance. You are the only one for me.” You whispered, smiling when Romance looked up at you and leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. 

Baby Saja:

He was certain you would break up with him. He had been standoffish with you for the past week and he could see the tiredness in your eyes. He could see the hurt in your eyes, but most of all, he could hear your heart aching with each passing moment he didn’t talk to you. You would make him his favorite food, and he would leave it sitting in the same place you had left it for weeks on end before you would throw it away, tears falling down your face. The last straw for him was you making him something so special for his birthday. You sat everything up and he completely abandoned you that night. He stayed with the Saja Boys that night. Laughing and partying before a sudden ache in his chest made him pause. Now, he was rushing back home. His body trembled with fear that you were going to leave him.

When he entered the house, it was dark, save for the few candles lit in the kitchen. Closing the door softly behind him, he made his way over to the kitchen. His heart nearly died on the spot. You had set up a birthday dinner for him and you and here he was, staring at the ruined gift you had so thoughtfully planned for him. Baby Saja doesn’t cry. Never has. Now, standing in front of something that you worked so hard on, ruined, made him break down in tears. The food you had prepared was one of his favorites and it sat ruined on the table. The gifts that you had so meticulously bought and wrapped sat untouched on the end of the table. He felt like an asshole. He rushed to your shared room, hoping you would be there, but when he entered, he saw an empty room. He felt his heart snap in half like it was a twig. He dropped to his knees and broke down sobbing. Silently begging you to come home. 

You wiped furiously at the tears that still clung to your face when you left the store, hoping that it wasn’t too late to salvage what little was left in your relationship with Baby Saja. When you got home, you rushed to your room hoping to get this last little gift made but froze. You carefully entered the room, your tears long forgotten as you watched Baby Saja sob on the ground. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t when arms wrapped tightly around you. You felt warmth radiating from Baby Saja’s body and immediately buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent and nearly burst into another fit of tears when you felt his body harshly shaking against yours. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered, his voice nearing a whimper. You gripped his shirt in your hands and nuzzled into his chest. “Please don’t leave me, even though you have every right to leave me.” He whispered. You shook your head. “I’m not leaving you. Relationships have ups and downs. That’s normal, but I want to talk about those ups and downs with you. Fix them together. No more pushing me away.” You whispered, lifting your head to press a kiss to Baby Saja’s jaw. He melted, nodding his head. “I promise. I won’t shut you out. But don’t tell anyone I cried.” He said, smiling when you burst into a fit of laughter. 

[straykidsnerd255]

Reminders for fanfic writers who think it “doesn’t count”

✦ Your writing counts. like, a lot. If someone felt something because of what you wrote, then it matters. That scene you almost didn’t post? Yeah. Believe me, someone out there bookmarked it for a reason.

✦ Writing existing characters doesn’t make it “less than.” You’re building arcs, crafting dialogue, emotion, pacing. You’re studying character psychology like a scientist. That’s not “just fanfic,” that’s storytelling.

✦ “but it’s just fanfic” ...no. STOP, it’s craft. It’s understanding tone. It’s hitting emotional beats. It’s layering theme and backstory and prose into something people feel. You’re doing the work, you just don’t get graded on it. (Which, honestly is a blessing.)

✦ Writing fanfic means you love stories enough to live inside them. You care, deeply. You care enough to reimagine, to explore, to add something of yourself to a world you didn’t create and somehow still make it feel brand new.

✦ Someone out there rereads your fic like it’s their favorite book. Maybe they’ve saved a line to their notes app,or they quote it to a friend. Maybe they just think about it when they’re having a bad day. That little fic you almost deleted, it’s comfort now.

✦ Your comments section is real. Every “I needed this” and “this made me cry in a good way” is proof, you don’t need a book deal to matter. You don’t need a publisher to have an impact, because you already do.

FANFIC IS WRITING! Fanfic is yours.

You’re not “just” anything. You’re a writer, own it. Be proud of that.

[straykidsnerd255]

hi, i was wondering if you could do scenarios for each of the saja boys with reader as their gf. reader walks into the bedroom after having a massive fight with him (which was caused by him due to him being in a bad mood). they are being distant and very closed off, yet they are very guilty about what happened. reader tries to comfort them and show that they aren’t mad because they don’t want to go to sleep mad at each other, but he has a hard time accepting it due to not having had many healthy relationships, being demons and all.

Here you go! I hope you enjoy these little drabbles!! <3

Jinu: 

Yawning, you slowly make your way up stairs. Thoughts of the fight you and Jinu had only hours before swirled in your mind. Jinu had come home all battered and bruised and it worried you. Being Jinu’s girlfriend, you begged him to be careful. You begged him to not get into so many fights with the hunters. You both ended up breaking out into an argument, you screaming at him, his demon flaring forward as he yelled back. You never were afraid of his demon, but in that moment, you couldn’t stop your hurt from beating fast, watching Jinu clench and unclench his fists as he growled in anger. He refused to speak to you the remainder of the night, choosing to keep his mouth shut, his eyes glued to his phone, and headphones on. When it was time to go to bed, he was the first to stand up and head towards your shared bedroom. 

You stood at the bottom of the stairs, your hands trembling as you feared he would leave you. Taking a deep breath, you made your way up to the stairs and slowly walked to your shared bedroom. You slowly pushed open the door and saw Jinu, face in his hands, shoulders slumped, sitting on the edge of the bed, his breathing fast and almost out of rhythm. You walk over to him, kneel down in front of him, and gently pry his hands from his face. “Jinu, my love. Please look at me. I don’t want to go to bed angry tonight. I know I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you to begin with but I was worried. The love of my life came home with deep gashes and wounds. I was scared.” You whispered the last part, not noticing Jinu slowly looking up at you. 

His mind raced with answers he could give you but his mouth refused to open. The look you had in your eyes was foreign to him. It was scaring him. He never had a real relationship that was healthy like the one he has with you and it scares him. With shaking hands, Jinu pulls you into his chest, his body shaking at the thought you would leave him if he didn’t at least hold you. To his surprise, you curled right into his arms, your ear pressed against his chest, close to his heart. You hummed a lullaby that your mother used to hum when you couldn’t calm down and smiled when Jinu practically melted against you. You both laid on the bed, ignoring the fact you were not wearing pajamas and immediately fell asleep in each other's embrace.

Abby Saja:

“Abs, would you just listen to me! You can‘t just go around picking fights with everyone that looks at me. You can get arrested for that!” You yelled but you could see that it was just going in one ear and out the other. Abs rolled his eyes before standing up and walking over to you, leaving barely an inch between your bodies. His eyes narrowed enough to make you freeze, your heart hammering away in your chest. Abs opens his mouth to say something but just growls angrily and punches the wall near your head. You jump, not expecting him to do that. Abs, upon realizing what he did, turned and rushed to your shared bedroom, ignoring your calls of his name. Hours passed before the sun disappeared and the moon filled the sky. You hadn’t heard a single thing from Abs and it was worrying you. Being the good girlfriend you are, you slowly make your way to your shared bedroom. 

Placing your hand on the door knob, you gently twist it and push open the door. You see Abs sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders shaking. You knew your heart broke when he slumped forward, his body just sagging in hurt. You slowly walked over to him, sat down beside him and took his hand in yours. “Abs, I’m not mad. I’m happy that you would fight like that for me. It makes me feel special, but I don’t want you to end up in jail because you hurt someone really badly.” You whispered, watching the pink haired demon look at you, his eyes filling with tears. You lean your body against his and close your eyes. You didn’t know what was going on in his head but you would be damned if you didn’t find out why he kept snapping at people that looked in your direction or even glanced at you. Not that you would ever give those people a time of day when you had Abby Saja as your boyfriend. 

Abby Saja immediately pulled you into his arms and laid on the bed, you laying on top of him. His heart was thundering in his chest as he remembered some of the looks those men were giving you just that morning. He had a girlfriend before you, she was pretty, charming and an amazing woman. She left him for the first male that whistled at her. Abby Saja didn’t want you to leave him that way too. You noticed his focus leaving you, so you gently tap his nose bringing his focus back to you. “What's going on hon? Why won’t you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” You whispered, laying your head on his chest, listening to his breathing. “I’m scared you will leave me.” Was all he said. Your heart broke. “I will never leave you. No one will be as good to me as you have been. No one will ever compare to you. I love you, and only you.” you whispered, smiling when he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

Mystery Saja:

Sitting in the corner of your shared bedroom, Mystery sulked, blaming himself. He had gotten into a rather tough fight with the hunters and was almost killed. You, his girlfriend, was absolutely livid when he showed up at your place with bruises, cuts, and a nasty looking gash in his right arm. He tried playing it cool, making it seem like it was nothing, but you were not having it. You snapped at him, even got angry at him. He snapped back at you, calling you something he would never call someone again. He knew words hurt and he knew when it hit you because your face became pale, your shoulders started shaking, and tears welled up in your eyes. He knew you would break up with him so he disappeared. Hid in the shared room hoping that you would forget everything but he knew you wouldn’t. It had been 5 hours since that fight, and not one had you come looking for him. His heart sank to his stomach but the sound of the bedroom door opening made his head lift up. There you were, standing in the doorway, scanning the room.

Mystery didn’t make a move. Felt like he deserved being broken up with. His previous relationship ended because he couldn’t hold his tongue. Called the girl he was dating a name that forever haunted his mind. The girl had been using him, mocking him behind his back. He retaliated and was the one blamed by everyone. Now, he was about to mess up the one relationship that actually made him happy. That actually gave him hope. He waited for your hand to swipe across his face in a slap but what he was met with was a gentle hand on his face, your hands cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at you. When he finally met your eyes, he saw how red they were from crying. He wanted to kick himself. 

He opened his mouth in hopes that the spill of apologies would help but he was silenced when your lips pressed to his. His body shook and his heart pounded painfully in his chest. Tears welled up in his eyes as he greedily held you close. Refusing to let you go. “Mystery, what you said really hurt me, but what hurts me more is you locking yourself away. I know something must have happened to you for you to lash out like that.” He could tell you wanted to say more, but you didn’t know how to word it. Placing his hands over yours, he leaned his head forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m a monster Y/n. I’m not a good boyfriend, but you mean the world to me and for me to say those words to you, makes me hate myself.” He whispered, grunting when you threw your entire body into his. “Let’s forgive and forget, start over and try better.” You whispered, smiling when his arms wrapped around you, holding you closer than he ever had before.

Romance Saja:

Arguments between you and Romance Saja are pretty rare, but when they happen, they get heated. This time, you both fell into an argument over the massive wound Romance received on his back from fighting 3 hunters in one go. You, being the ever worried girlfriend, tried to reason with him that he can’t just pick fights with the hunters, but he rolled his eyes and told you off, saying that for him, being a demon, it was different. You both refused to talk to each other. You ignored his every move while he did the same, but it was eating away at him. You sigh to yourself as you are looking through isles at the store, thinking over the fight you both had. ‘That was a petty fight.’ you thought, scolding yourself while placing dinner ingredients in the basket. 

Purchasing everything, you hurry back home only to find it stale. The air was nearly dead and it made your heart ache. Thinking that Romance just needed time to himself, you move to the kitchen to make dinner. When Romance never showed up for dinner, you finished your food in silence, tears filling your eyes but not falling. You washed your plate, placed the rest of the food in containers and in the fridge, you made your way to your shared bedroom. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Romance laying on the bed, his eyes glued to the roof, his eyes puffy and red like he had been crying. Slowly, you made your way over to the bed, laying down next to him and taking his hand in yours. 

Romance immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. His heart was screaming and his mind was racing. He thought he had lost you over something so stupid and it was eating away at him but when you laid down next to him, his heart nearly sang out of his chest. You nuzzled into his neck, intertwining your fingers with his as you both stayed in silence before his head gently thudded against your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. I just wasn’t thinking about how you would feel and when you were so worried about the wound I just brushed it off like it was the most normal thing ever. I, as your boyfriend, should make sure you, my girlfriend, are not having to worry about me like that.” Romance said, pressing a kiss to your neck. You smiled and closed your eyes. “We can talk about it more in the morning, let's sleep.” You whispered, smiling when Romance pulled you closer to him, refusing to let you go.

Baby Saja:

He is stubborn, but he knows that the moment the argument hurts you, is the moment his heart is crushed. You turn away from him and disappear into your shared bedroom, door slamming behind you. Baby Saja is slumping against the couch, glaring at the tv like it was the cause of their argument. Rubbing his face, Baby Saja makes his way to your shared bedroom, gently knocking on the door. When you don’t answer, he tries the doorknob, hating the way his heart slowly breaks when he finds the door locked. He knows that he’s not the easiest to get along with but you, besides the rest of Saja Boys, were the first person to really get to know him and warm your way into his heart. 

He leaned against the door, hoping that you would open it so he could hold you in his arms. Baby Saja was about to get up and head back to the living room, heart hurting when the sound of the lock turned, the door creaking open. He turned and gently pushed open the door, finding you laying on the bed with your back towards the door. He took a deep breath, scolding himself and telling himself not to make sarcastic remarks when you are clearly in pain. Sitting down with his back facing you, he begins talking. Talking about why the argument started, how he regrets everything that left his mouth. He wishes that he could take it back but knowing he can’t, he will do whatever it takes to get you to talk to him again. 

You turn to face him and when you do, you both actually lay together talking about the argument, talking like real adults. You and Baby Saja apologies to each other, promising to, instead of losing it to anger, will talk it out like regular adults. You curl into Baby Saja’s side and hum happily when his arms wrap around you and pull you even closer to him. His fingers dance over your arms as he slowly takes your kindness and loving nature to heart. He’s always had a hard time accepting affection even if he lives in the human world now. It's so foreign to him, but he will grow to love it if it comes from you and only you.

[straykidsnerd255]

Hello hello! I saw someone get a lovely little saja boys match up from you, and I'd love to get one too if they are still open and if you're comfortable! If your requests are closed feel free to delete this! ♡♡

I have dyed black and purple hair, blue eyes. Personality wise I'd say I was nurturing, empathic, I run out of social battery really easily. I can be quite self loathing and insecure sometimes, and would want frequent reassurance from a partner. My love language is physical touch - so many cuddles and nuzzles! I'm a very spiritual person, I read tarot cards and collect crystals. I am currently training to be a counsellor, and more than anything I just love taking care of others, and would love a partner who would just let me dote on them all the time haha. I love a clingy, jealous and expressive partner, who isn't afraid to stick by me in public, or get really soft and needy with me in private ♡

Thank you so so much, have a beautiful dayyyyyy~

Of course they are still open and thank you so much for sending in this lovely request! I hope you enjoy your match-up!!

I match you with… ROMANCE

He is honestly head over heels in love with you from the moment he first laid eyes on you. He would do his hardest to swoon you, the romantic way. He would talk with you, bring you flowers, your favorite treats, do anything in his power to make you smile. When you two begin dating, he notices that you can be rather harsh on yourself sometimes, saying harsh things to yourself when you think you're alone, or when your insecurities take over, he is determined to change your mind even only for a moment. Romance will cut you off mid harsh words, and will start looking you up and down while humming and nodding his head. A smile on his face, his eyes sparkling. When you get confused, Romance will start telling you everything he loves about you. His hands will fall on your waist while he tells you everything he loves about you, watching your eyes dart to the side out of embarrassment, but a smile sat on your lips. 

He would dance you around the living room, still telling you what he loves about you, smiling when you giggle.  Romance isn’t a cuddly person but only with you do you get to see him cuddle up to you, nuzzling his face in your neck, smiling when you giggle. Romance loves watching you read tarot cards. He is mesmerized at how much you know about them. He would grow curious about them and ask you questions. When you showed him your crystal collection, his eyes were practically sparkling. He wouldn’t touch any of them unless you specifically said he could but he would move around your room, staring at each crystal and then asking you what they mean. Romance will fake being hurt so you take care of him. He loves watching you fuss about him. He loves how you are gentle and caring. When he is legitimately not feeling well, you are extra cautious and careful with him. Making sure he gets enough nutrients to get better faster as his demon body is not used to human illnesses. He loves when you dote on him. It is his favorite thing to receive when he comes back home from a long day at practice.

When you both decide that a perfect date is walking around town, window shopping and getting ice cream, Romance is always close to your side. His free arm wrapping around your waist and keeping you attached to his hip. Romance is always snapping at people who stare a little too long at you or come up asking for your number when he just went to a stand to get water for the two of you. Mans is sprinting to your side in a moment, his hands on your shoulders, as he glares down at the person trying to get your number. When the person doesn’t back down, Romance will turn off his needy tone and practically beg to go back home. 

When you both are leaving, he will turn his head and stick his tongue out at the person that was trying to get your number, chuckling when the person stops his foot and walks away, causing Romance to laugh loudly. When you and Romance finally made it home, you turned on a movie and grabbed your phone to order dinner. The rest of the night consists of Romance pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your neck, littering your neck in kisses while you laugh and cuddle closer to him. You both end up falling asleep on the couch, but Romance is holding you tightly against his chest, smiling as you nuzzle closer.

[straykidsnerd255]

Can I request all 5 Saja Boys for headcanons? Can I request the same prompt with different characters? Thanks!

Yeah of course you can!! If you have a prompt you would like to use for all of them, I am more than willing to write all of them with the same prompt!

[straykidsnerd255]

hi, I was wondering if you could do hurt/comfort scenarios for each of the Saja Boys from kpop demon hunters! Reader is their gf, they come home hurt (maybe after a fight with the hunters?) and in a really bad mood, not used to accepting comfort after so long of being a demon and living in the underworld, having not received any human affection.

Here you go! I hope you like it and thanks for the request!!<3

Jinu: 

Trudging into the apartment you both share, Jinu tossed his keys on the table, not caring where they landed, toed off his shoes and slowly trudged towards the couch. Blood dripped from his head as he finally collapsed onto the plush cushions. He groaned as he gently touched the wound on his forehead. He had gotten into a fight with Abby Saja over a dance move causing an all out fight to happen between them. Jinu’s limbs felt heavy as he tried standing, needing to find the first aid kit to clean the mess up. His body swayed left and right before he collapsed in front of your room, his breath uneven as his world spun around. He was gonna black out soon, and he was scared. 

You opened the door to your room hearing the thud and nearly yelped when you saw Jinu on the ground, his breathing harsh and ragged, blood staining the carpet. You rushed to the bathroom, grabbing what you needed before rushing to his side, you knelt down, carefully turned him to his back, lifted his head, and gently laid his head on your thighs. You carefully and gently cleaned the blood and wound, bandaged it and stayed where you were, running your fingers through his hair. When Jinu opened his eyes, his chest swelled with an unfamiliar feeling. You had your eyes closed, humming a tone he never heard before, your fingers gently running through his hair or massaging his head. 

A low purr left his throat and he immediately curled closer, seeking this comfort, this warmth that spread through his chest. “Are you feeling ok now?” You whispered softly, your voice sounding like a blanket wrapping around Jinu. He lifted one of his hands towards you, his heart nearly beating out of his chest when you gently took his hand, bringing it to your lips, and then holding his hand tightly to your chest. The pain of the fight he had with Abby fading as you showered him in a kind of love that he never had before. Something he was willing to betray Gwi-Ma to have the rest of his life. 

Abby Saja:

Grunting, Abby Saja dove into an alleyway watching the three demon hunters rush past him, yelling curses and telling him to fight back. He held his bleeding arm and winced. The blood was gushing from the wound Mira had given him. Knowing he didn’t have much time before they circled around and found him, Abby Saja went to the only place he knew he would be safe at. Appearing at your front door, Abby Saja knocked loud enough to get you to rush to the door. Smirking when he heard your footsteps rushing down the stairs before wincing as he accidentally jostled his arm. When you opened the door, you gasped at his bloody arm. You ushered him into your house before gently demanding him to sit down. When he did, you carefully cut the sleeve before rushing to the kitchen to grab the first aid kit. It took hours to get the bleeding to stop but when you did, you carefully stitched up the wound, wrapped the said wound up, leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to the wound. 

With his good arm, Abby Saja wrapped you in a hug and held you close, breathing in your scent and smiling softly when you snuggled into his chest, your hands gripping his shirt tightly. Before long, Abby Saja could feel you shaking, he could hear the soft unsteady breathing and knew you were crying. “Honey, I’m ok now. You patched me up. I’m a quick healer, perks of being a demon and such.” He mumbled, looking down to see you staring up at him with tears falling down your face. He felt his heart shutter in his chest before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

You curl further into his chest, a giggle leaving your throat as he presses kisses to your face. The rest of the night consisted of you and Abby Saja watching stupid cheesy romance movies, while he laid on your lap, his eyes growing heavy as you ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his head. You smiled softly when he finally fell asleep, his breathing evened out and soft breathing filled the dark living room. You leaned down and kissed the side of his head before laying your head back against the couch cushions, sleep finally taking hold. 

Romance Saja:

He was pissed. Blood dripped down his arm and his lip as he glared at the hunter in front of him. “Care to explain why the hell I just got my beautiful face messed up when I’m trying to get back home?” Romance snarled, pressing his fingers to his face and grimacing when the red, warm liquid on his fingers. The hunter rolled their eyes before lunging towards him but he disappeared before the hunter got close. He appeared in your living room, unaware of his presence, dancing to soda pop. He smiled softly, before wincing in pain. That caught your attention real quick. You spun around, seeing Romance holding his head, blood seeping through his fingers. 

You rushed over to him, your hands shaking as you gently pulled his hand from his head. Your heart shuttered at the sight of the wound. You set him down on the couch and gently wiped the blood away from the wound. Your fingers shook as you dabbed at the wound, stopping every time he winced or grimaced in pain. Once you finished bandaging up the wound, you immediately laid your head on his lap, your arms wrapping around his waist as you buried your face in his stomach. Romance, not used to this kind of comfort, laid his hand on your arm and gently rubbed his hand up and down your arm, comforting you as you shook against him. 

“Baby, I’m ok. The wound was fixed by you. It is bound to get better by the morning. You have nothing to worry about anymore. Hey, look at me.” Romance whispered, watching as you turned your face from his stomach to look up at him. He smiled at you and leaned down, planting a kiss on your face. “There you are, princess. That’s my happy girl.” Romance said, chuckling when you gently slapped his arm, a blush on your face. You and Romance spent the rest of the night nitpicking a movie you used to watch as a little girl.

Mystery Saja:

Being his girlfriend came with lots of emotions. Barking at others when they got too close to you, growling when guys tried flirting with. Him not speaking to you because he saw you talking and laughing with a guy a few days ago. You had to explain to him that the guy you were talking to was your brother who came back for the holidays as he was away in college. This time however, you were not expecting Mystery to appear on your doorstep, holding his stomach with blood dripping from his hands. Your heart stuttered in your chest and you immediately pulled him into your house. 

“What happened?” you asked gently, grabbing the first aid kit and slowly walking back to him. Mystery kept quiet for a moment before lifting his hand, gently holding the side of your face. “Someone said something bad about you. I had to defend you.” Mystery mumbled, wincing when he jostled his stomach. You knelt in front of him and carefully lifted his shirt, your heart broke seeing the wound. Carefully and quickly, you cleaned the wound, stitched it back up and wrapped his body in a bandage. You leaned forward and pressed your lips against the wound. Mystery shuttered when you kissed his stomach. 

The rest of the night consisted of you pulling out all the movies you owned, putting on in the dvd player, and ordering take out. Mystery held your hand during the movies and played with your fingers, happy that you loved him more than anyone else. You moved your free hand towards his face, gently pulling back the hair that covered his face. His eyes widened when you leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, giggling when he short circuited, steam flying out his ears.”You are adorable Mystery.” You whispered, laying your head on his chest, careful of his wound. 

Baby Saja:

Pacing around the room, Baby Saja growled. He was pissed at Jinu mainly because he nearly put you in harm's way. Gwi-Ma almost took your soul, which in turn, meant you were almost taken from him. His heart thundered in his chest as he cursed out Jinu. As he cursed out Gwi-Ma. Grabbing a vase, he threw it at the wall and nearly screamed in anger before hearing the sound of the front door opening. “Y/n? Is that you?” He called out, moving to clean up the broken vase. You soft hum answered his question. 

“What's wrong hon? You seem upset about something.” You said, walking further into the house. He had finished cleaning up the vase and dumping it in the trash can as you slipped off your shoes and placed your keys in the little bowl next to the door. Baby Saja placed the broom back in its spot before moving towards you. His arms wrapped around you, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt you against him. How your scent surrounded him, calmed him. He buried his face in your neck, not realizing that his body started shaking. Your hand rubbed his back, a smile appearing on your lips. 

“Were you worried about what happened a few days ago? When my soul nearly got snatched by Gwi-Ma.” You felt his body shutter, his hands gripping your blouse tightly, a silent begging of you not to leave him. You smiled and nuzzled your head against his. Happily humming as he refused to let you go. A few moments later, you and Baby Saja were laying on the couch, a cheesy romcom playing on the tv, takeout boxes on the coffee table, water and soda on the floor and table. You both were happy. Baby Saja was content, happy that you were alive and with him now. Laying his head on your lap, your hand immediately goes to play with his hair before gently scratching his head, watching as he silently falls asleep. 

[straykidsnerd255]

I would have died happy if this happened in the movie. He deserved the world!!

What if?

Jinu's salvation

[straykidsnerd255]

My headcanons for how Mystery, Romance, and Jinu would cheer his gn s/o after you had a bad day and match up are so good! I'm glad you found both fun to write 🤭 Don't worry about it! I'm glad you took your time 👍

I love it especially

1. headcanons for how Mystery, Romance, and Jinu would cheer his gn s/o after you had a bad day request

Jinu noticed how you were putting a distance 🫸, you were reading a book & listening to music while laying down on the couch while is definitely what I would do 💯, he rested his head on your neck with his arms around your waist 🫂, he would sing the song that's playing while running your fingers through your hair if it's not enough 🗣️🎶, he would give words of love & kisses 🗣️💕😘, Romance notices a lot of things when it comes to you 👀, you're the love of his life 🥹, he could see you tired you are 😞, his heart breaks when you slumped on the couch & sighed 💔, he has your favourite meal, movie, & pjs for you 😍, you curled into his chest 🫂, he rubbed your back & cooed when you fell asleep 😴, Mystery would do anything for you 🫴, he had me resting my head on his lap while singing 🗣️🎶, he also run his fingers through my hair to help me relax 😌, he's lightens up when you do (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠), he has you by his side at the fan signing 👥, he would snap at anyone who looks at you 😠, and he's happy again when you are ☺️

2. My match up with Abby

How affectionate Abby would be 🫂, he's more than happy to follow me & do what I want 😳, he enjoys throwing pick up lines & compliments at me 🗣️💕, he also enjoys it when my nose wrinkles 👃, he would be at my side with his hand on my thigh when I'm relaxing on the couch doing my own thing 🤭, just how much he needs to be in contact with me is flattering 🤭, he does look at what I'm at drawing sometimes 👀, he finds my concentration cute 🤭, he kept quiet as he doesn't want to break my concentration 🤫, he worships the ground I walk on 😳, he will fight anyone who says anything bad about what I do 👊, he can be mean especially to those who deserve it 😤, he's really in love with me 💘, he would let me cling onto him 🫂, he would shower my face with kisses 😘, and he would be satisfied for a week if I hug him the whole day which I'm more than happy to do 🫂 Thank you so much for doing my requests because I love both of it so much :)

Can I request now? Only if you don't mind if course! Thanks!

Of course you can request now! I plan to keep my requests open for a while!!<3 I am so happy that you liked the match-up and head canons. <3