#and he reaches over and you let him hit bc you're lonely and he's saying all the things you wish your father told you

[horrorshow]

"when did destiel sex happen for the first time?" i love that i'm living so far in my own obscure deluded doomed by the narrative canon-compliant version of surprisingly wholesome but tragic destiel that the only right answer isn't even an option on polls: stanford era.

[hexgaywire]

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I simply couldn't just ignore this I eat this stuff up man

Shout out to @mystaposts for Ike's setting idea bc I genuinely got stuck, they are the best!

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Luxiem Boys "S/o getting hit on while being clearly taken"

Ft. Vox, Luca, Shu, Ike, and Mysta

Rating: SFWish, Suggestive

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of pda, mentions of marking, violence (with a happy ending), mentions of weapons, being in uncomfortable situations, general possessiveness

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Your out at a fairly nice club with Vox for date night. Normally he'd splurge for a vip booth for the two of you but tonight you really just wanted to dance your heart out. Leaving vox at the bar, a few fruity cocktails in you head to your target. The dj was playing all the right stuff and you sway your body to the music. You turn to vox flashing him the biggest smile from across the dancefloor and you can tell he's enjoying himself as well.

You dance by yourself for a bit eventually doing what drunk people do best making friends with the drunk girl group dancing next to you and you all dance together. Then the next trun of events happen that typically happen whena lone group is minding there own business. A group of guy's approach trying to dance up on y'all. You visible tense for a moment. Scooting away from the taller figure, who wasn't your partner, trying to grab your waist.

You flash another look, this time a more desperate one, to Vox at the bar who is seething. You can tell by his posture and the way his eyes darken, locked in on the stranger dancing on you. You lean in as a courtesy to warn the stranger for what's about to come. You shout over the loud music. "Hey man, my boyfriend is over the bar glaring at you right now. I'm gunna be honest I'm just here to dance so if you'd kindl-" the asshole cuts you off. "Honestly a pretty thing like you should be alone on the dance floor. He whisper shouts in your ear in the least sexy way possible.

You sigh and look over your shoulder to Vox again who is already making his way toward you. You can feel the anger radiating off him and into the crowd. He reaches you and possessively wraps his arms around you. "Hey babe." He smiles and looks up at the jerk with a shit eating grin on his face. "I was just talking about you." You smile as he places kisses all over the top of your head, while you back is pressed against his front swaying with you to the music.

The guy from earlier audible scoffs and walks away at the pda happening in front of him. "Easy enough, I was 2 seconds away from punching him square in the jaw I swear." Vox mumbles in your ear, sending shivers down your spin. "I've seen you possessive before, but this is a whole new level Vox." You smile. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't watch some guy grind up on you while I just fucking sat there." He mumbles pulling you to face him.

He places a possessive kiss on your lips trailing down to your neck. You bit back a moan as he sinks his teeth into your neck leaving a nice bruise for you to admire later. He pulls away to inspect his handy work. "There now you're marked as mine." He smiles triumphantly. " Always have been always will be." You smile back.

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You were getting some shopping done downtown. Luca was working but texted you letting you know he'd pick you up. I was getting later and the street lights had just turned on. It was the weekend so the sidewalk was decently filled with people either meeting up with friends, doing some shopping, coming home from work. You name it, it was probably happening. You didn't mind the crowd though, it was kind of fun to people watch.

You get a text from Luca saying he was about 5 minutes out, just trying desperately to find some parking. You make a mental note to thank him later generously for picking you up at such a busy time. "Hey." You head whips up from your phone to be met with a group of well... thuggish looking men. "H.. hello?" You say back confused. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" "I-" "You should come drink with us!" The men surround you. You panic slightly glancing at the brutish looking men all around you." I'm actually waiting for someone! " You yelp." Great, your friends are our friends now. " One of them smirks.

"I'm actually not so friendly." A familiar voice rings out pushing past the ring of men. "Nor ' just a friend', thank you." Luca, your savior, plants a kiss on your forehead. This throws the group of men into a frenzy. One of them gets upset by this and throws a haphazard punch at your mafia boss boyfriend who easily doges it and plants one on just as rough right in the man's face. "I suggest you scram, fucking with me or them isn't a smart idea." Luca spits out.

The men scatter and you're left with Luca who is now dottingly inspecting you to make sure you're unharmed. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner. Are you okay? They didn't touch you did they? If they did so help me god I will-" "Luca! I'm fine you got here just in time." You smile at him and he lets out a sigh of relief. "I have to give you a handgun to carry in your bag." He muses. "LUCA! You're too overprotective, you taught me how to throw a punch or two if needed." You place a kiss on his check. "I'm okay, I promise." He smiles down at you. "Well, when we get home I promise I'll make it to you."

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Shu left to go buy movie tickets. You've been wanting to see this movie for a while and you finally convinced Shu to come with you. You went to go buy snacks but finished before he was done. So you waited. A group of boys, probably no older than high school age exit a theater. They stand around talking about what they just watched and you laugh lightly recalling the days you went to the theater with a group of your friends.

One of the boys takes notice of you and suddenly you have a bunch of eyes on you. You pull out your phone to try to blend back into the background but you can tell they're still staring. Husher whispers and murmurs come from the gaggle of boys one of them is pushed forward and begins approaching you.

"hello, sorry if this is... Awkward? I noticed your really pretty and." He pulls out a slip of paper he was hiding behind his back. "I wanted to give you my number... Maybe we can see a movie sometime?" He smiles. You feel bad for the next words that are about to come out of your mouth. "I'm so so-"

"Got the ticket!" Shu sprints over to you. "Sorry it took me so long" he stops in his tracks. "A friend of yours? " He asks. you to shake your head. Shus eyes fall on the slip of paper "Ah... I see..." Shu takes your hand and walks away. " Shu!" You protest! "Listen I'm saving you the trouble of having to reject the poor guy, he'll live." Shu chuckles. "you huff but are definitely relieved you don't have to reject him yourself. Leave it to your partner to read to you better than you can.

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Ike really wanted to go to a new book cafe that opened up in town. He was excited and frankly you were excited for the cafe part. You walk hand in hand down the street as Ike excitedly rambles on about all the details

. "... And there's reading books you can rent out, which is super exciting because, come on it's a reading nook. " He giggles giddily. " I wonder if the lattes are any good." You ponder." I heard the food and the drinks are amazing too! A famous barista personally trained the entire staff! " He explains. This perks you up immediately.

You listen to Ike a bit more before finally reaching your distanation. "I'm gunna check out reserved area and get settled. Order me a something sweet?" He asks. "You bet!" You smile lovingly at your very excited boyfriend who dashes off to down the very quiet hall. You wonder over to the pastries cases where a young barista is working hard crafting the most delicious looking latte. Your mouth waters.

The barista notices you. "Hello! Is there anything I can get you?" You point at a few pastries Ike will definitely enjoy with you and then you order yourself you favorite flavor of latte. "Coming right up." He says with a wink. You find this odd but nevertheless wait patiently for your items.

Once your items are ready the barista calls out your name and you go to pay but they stop you. "It's on the house." You stare dumbfounded."I can't do that" "please I'm just pleased that someone as pretty as you can enjoy my work." They flash a smile at you and you feel uncomfortable. Ike shows up just in time. "Here's the pay for the items. I appreciate the sentiment but they're taken." He smiles sickly sweet taking your latte from you as well as the pastries. Ike leans on for a kiss. "Exactly what I wanted something sweet. " He smiles at the barista before whisking you off to your private room leaving the barista dumbfounded.

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Grocery shopping with Mysta is fun. He's easily distractible though, constantly putting items into the cart that don't necessarily need to be there. It's like grocery shopping with a small child minus all the screaming... Sometimes...

On this particular day you sent Mysta to the produce section in hopes he could help cut down on shopping time. You gave him the list of produce you needed and sent him on his way. Unsurprisingly you finished your half of the grocery shopping before he did. So you shot him a text letting him know you'd be getting in line.

You settle into a short line and wait for your turn. A young man a little younger than you was handling the register. He greeted you warmly as your turn approached. "Having a good day so far?" He asked with the beeps of your purchases in the background. "Pretty good." You respond politely. "A lot of groceries for a person all alone." He smiles at you. You cringe. Was that supposed to be a line or an insult. Regardless, you laugh politely and slightly awkwardly.

As if he could sense your awkwardness, Mysta comes to the rescue, hand full of produce and planting a kiss on the top of your hand. "Sorry for the wait! I keep going to the organic section and forgetting that all produce is organic." You sigh, you'll definitely talk about this later... The clerk looks taken a back by your boyfriend and backs off a little.

The two of you pay and walk out to get your groceries home. "Hun you know not all produce is organic right?" You question softy. "I know that." He sneers. "I just had to come up with a good excuse to get that guy to stop hitting on you!" He wails. " He was just being friendly. " Mysta shakes his head in defiance. " Nah men are just like that. You have to be careful otherwise I'll get jealous. " He pouts. You laugh, knowing full well he was jealous that whole time.

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Shout out Tumblr for not saving this as a draft this has been a post for over a day bc I didn't wanna lose all my work 🧍🏻‍♂️

Btw my requests are open so if you have one send it my way!

[wannaeatramyeon]

ur stuff is so fun to read!! if its ok w u, could u do a taehoon x reader fic where theyre training together and taehoon goes a little too hard on reader? like reader gets upset bc they didnt expect taehoon to go so rough on them and then taehoon spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to them?? ;w; tysm if u do!! have a good one ★

tysm for reading and requesting anon! OF COURSE I CAN! There's a few requests for if X hurts their S/O or the reader. Y'all wanting that sympathy huh?

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Getting accidentally kicked

You had thought that if you were on the receiving end of a kick or a punch, you would be cursing with at least a handful of expletives on reflex. In a serious fight, preferably the adrenaline would flow and you would be able to give back as good as you got.

You had grossly overestimated yourself.

It turns out that, on the receiving end of one of Taehoon's kicks square in the stomach, it actually hurts so much that you cannot utter a sound, struggle to even catch your breath. Bending over double, collapsing to your knees, praying the waves of nausea will pass.

Strong, calloused hands grip you and hold you steady.

It also turns out that Taehoon cannot shut up. Your boyfriend, the sometimes silent but often offensive and deadly type, rambles on and on after the initial shock.

In hindsight, you're not sure which of you is more surprised at his reaction.

"Why the fuck didn't you block? You stupid dumbass. You should have stopped me. How the hell didn't you see that coming? Are you ok? I didn't know you were so weak. I barely even touched you, dipshit. Did I leave a bruise? Were you even paying attention? I didn't mean to hit you so hard. Are you alright? Ugh we shouldn't be sparring, I was worried this would happen!"

Insults and concern all rolling into one big ball of frustration.

And then the waterworks start. You couldn't help it. The pain and Taehoon being so in your face. It's overwhelming. And honestly? Did it also hurt that bastard to hold back a little.

Taehoon absolutely panics. Sure, he's seen you cry before but not because of him hurting you.

Panic leads to your boyfriend not being able to leave you alone. At all.

You don't know whether it starts annoying you or Taehoon first.

Initially, it was fine. You were the one that got the sympathy attention. You didn't mind Taehoon fulfilling your every whim, asking if you're ok, running around for you.

But then it worsened from you being too lazy to do anything to you being forbidden to do anything.

Worried glances drifting to your stomach and ribs every minute, on the minute. Thinned lips and narrowed eyes when you moved at all. Strong arms holding you back and restraining you with an irritable huff and "I'll do it".

If you weren't allowed to do anything then you might as well do nothing.

Might as well just sit there and sulk.

Where the hell had your little nutjob gone? Why was he replaced by a mother hen incessantly clucking around you?

In the end, it was more pain that broke the tension.

Taehoon, in your opinion, flicks you excessively hard on the forehead. A truce, of sorts.

"I know I'm pissing you off. Be careful next time," he says, leaving you to your own devices.

A non-apology from anyone else, a half-apology because you know him.

So you continue to sit and you continue to sulk, only without the presence of your boyfriend next to you.

It feels surprisingly lonely.

Maybe you were too quick to let your temper get the better of you. After all, Taehoon was just trying to look after you, in his own way. It led to you both butting heads but it's the thought that counts.

If you consider it, what exactly are you complaining about? 'Oh no, my boyfriend wanted to make sure I was ok?' Actually, he was overbearing and a little too much. Still.

You grab your phone and reach out-

Y/N: thanks for looking after me

Taehoon: 👍

A thumbs up is good, a thumbs up means it's fine. You know he has no reservation about outright ignoring you.

And because you really do love and appreciate that asshole-

Y/N: love you

Taehoon: 👍

Not 2 minutes later-

Taehoon: ❤️

Taehoon: 🤡

[tofuely]

TELL ME YOU LOVED ME, PLEASE.

kaeya x gn! reader

Summary: Kaeya thought he was still worthy of loving and being loved, turns out he was wrong.

warnings: angst, no comfort, kaeya's attachment issues, OOC kaeya

note: another angst bc why not! who doesn't love angst?😛 anyway check my other work!

Let you break my heart

Many people might think you and kaeya were the perfect couple in mondstadt, but you know yourself you're only using him to get over your ex boyfriend.

You've already been dating for 8 months and you're still not over your ex, Kaeya spoils and makes a lot of time for you, just so you won't get lonely. He was a good, no great boyfriend! But there's just something you ex have that he doesn't.

And that's your love. Everyday all you think about is your ex for the past 8 months, You know using kaeya was wrong but, he was desperate! and he truly does love you.. You just can't bring yourself to love him back..

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You were walking in the streets of mondstadt planning to buy groceries because you're almost out of food. While walking towards Blanche's store, you came across your boyfriend.

"Darling!" He runs up to hug you, "My darling, do you need help carrying your bags? It must be too heavy, I wouldn't want my darling to get tired from carrying all this!" He looked at you with pleading eyes to carry your bags.

You chuckled, "My love, no need to worry! Your darling isn't that weak haha! What a caring boyfriend you are!" You gave him a fake smile before turning to blanche.

"Awe! You guys are so cute! I hope my relationship will be like yours! Sir Kaeya's very caring despite being a flirty captain! Isn't he?" She laughs, as you laugh along with her.

"Oh he's very caring towards me! I'm lucky to have him! Your relationship will also be great, I'm sure of it!" She gives you a big smile and offers you discounts for being such a great customer and friend.

Oh how wrong she was.

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You were cooking dinner since kaeya wasn't working overtime tonight. While cooking you were just thinking of kazuha, you ex boyfriend. He was the opposite of kaeya. he was charming, sweet, quiet, polite, he's just perfect. You both didn't have time for each other so you both decided to just end it, the both of you still love each other but he's a traveler and you can't go with him because you prefer staying in one place.

You were too busy thinking of kazuha while cooking that you didn't notice kaeya was home. He surprised you by hugging you from behind, You slightly screamed while he laughed at your reaction.

You scolded him to not do that because what if you had a knife and you stabbed him?!

"That's not funny kaeya!! stop laughing!" You puffed your cheeks while frowning, "I'm so sorry my darling! Haha! Your reaction was too cute and funny!" He keeps laughing and squishing your cheeks.

"Stwop sqwishing my chweeks!" You turned around from him and started to cook again, He once hugged you again from behind, while placing his head on your shoulders.

"I really, really love you [Name].." He mumbles on your shoulders. You placed a hand on him head and caressed his hair.

I'm sorry, I cannot say it back kaeya.

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He was confused on why you didn't say i love you back, that lead to your dinner being quiet. He was about to say something until you beat him to it.

"Kaeya, we need to talk after this. I have something.. to, confess.." You were both quiet again after of what you said. His mind was filled with negative thoughts.

After you washed the dishes you went to your shared bedroom and saw kaeya sitting down on your bed. You sat down on the other side of the bed behind him.

"So, what did you want to talk about..?" You can hear his voice shaking. You crawled until you reach his back. You hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry kaeya but, i've been meaning to tell you this since 2 months after we started dating.."

"I.. don't love you kaeya."

Those words hit harder more than anything, his heart was shattered to hear those words, but he can't even bring himself to hate or get angry at you. He feels tears on his back, as he try to hold back his tears.

"I tried kaeya..! I tried to love you but I couldn't! I can't... I still love him.." To think that he was so foolish to think you were actually in love with him, that he was worthy of loving and being loved.

He was so wrong.

He turns around to face you, he saw tears in your eyes and even if he wanted to be angry at you, he just couldn't, he loved you too much. He hugged you tight as if you were going to disappear any second. You hugged him back much to his surprise.

"Please y/n.. even if you still love him, please stay with me..! I'll help you learn to love me! I'm not mad i promise! P-please just stay!" He sobs on your shoulder.

"Please choose me instead.." He hugs you tighter. "I'm sorry kaeya.. I choose him.." He sobs uncontrollably on your shoulder begging for you to say that you really love him.

"At least tell me you really loved me! Please.. please tell me you loved me.." He sob. He took your silence as an answer.

You never loved him, and you never will.

[jaeminzie]

warm | l.dh

↳ lee donghyuck x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: the sunshine remains warm even in the cold, dark night.

genre: comfort flufff *cries*

word count: 1,433

taglist: @leoveandlust

a/n: this was super self indulgent omg... idk man... seeing hyuck drive in that teaser got me acting some type of way, why must he be so fine,, all seriousness, i’m proud of this ! go listen to the song below bc it’s v cute and matches w/ the fic !

‘warm (feat. mia)’ by dre’es

pink and orange hues paint the sky above you and your boyfriend in the moving vehicle. one of his hands on steering the wheel while the other is intertwined with yours, resting on your lap. it’s a beautiful day out. cruising in donghyuck’s red convertible that he boasts over almost as much as he brags about you to his friends.

the cool breeze of the beach hits your faces causing the exposure of your foreheads and squinting of your eyes. salt tinted smells fill your nostrils.

your boyfriend reaches over to raise the volume, the vibrations now intensifying. donghyuck squeezes your hand before rubbing his thumb against the skin softly, while his other hand taps against the wheel to the beat of the music. your feet tap to the music as well.

the view surrounding you is serene. calm waves that glisten underneath the sunset’s glow to your right. the love of your life enjoying the ride, smiling and singing along to the music with crinkles forming around his eyes, to your left. the lack of stars in the polluted sky are all found in donghyuck’s pure eyes.

“enjoying the view?” the boy yells over the loud music.

“sure am,” you yell back. “you always look good.”

donghyuck drops his head briefly as he laughs at your comment. “you don’t have to remind me, sweetheart.” he squeezes your hand again and sends you a wink.

you fail to bite a smile back so instead, you turn your direction to the ocean, paying close attention to the way waves crash against each other softly and sparkle as they reach farther up on the sand. your ears listen to the music closely, fully savoring it and the emotions it makes you feel.

complete tranquility is achieved in this moment. actually, any moment with donghyuck helps you feel peace despite his usual antics that he pulls (though, you secretly enjoy them).

“are we almost there?” you whine, dragging out the last word.

“yes,” donghyuck mocks your tone, tilting his head toward your direction. “gosh, always so impatient.” you only respond with a chuckle to his statement — he isn’t wrong but you wouldn’t dare to admit it.

you begin to frown since the sight of the water becomes smaller as donghyuck drives up a hill. it wasn’t long until he parked the car near the edge. he lowers down the music, “stay here.”

donghyuck quickly gets out of the car, shuffling his way around to your side and opens the door for you. the act makes your cheeks heat up profusely. he reaches over to undo your seatbelt, the scent of his vanilla body wash replaces the hint of salt water in the air. donghyuck stays put even after he’s done unbuckling your seat belt, keeping his face at a close proximity to yours.

so close that his warm breath reaches your lips; you have a clear view of his moles that form star constellations that are almost as beautiful as his love; you can see the way his eyes glisten the same way as did the waves. the boy’s hands grab a hold of your waist. softly, he placed a small kiss on your cheek before pulling you out the car with him.

a small gasp leaves you when you're met with a better view of the ocean. “like it?” donghyuck inquires behind you, leaning against the hood of his car while his hands caress every part of your body he could reach — your back, shoulders, waist, hips, and stomach — before slithering his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“it’s gorgeous,” you speak softly.

he giggles into your neck, breath tickling you but you don’t move away. “not as gorgeous as y-“

“oh my god, don’t say stuff like that!” you smack his hands that are resting on your stomach, laughing.

donghyuck’s spine straightens, complaining, “and why not?”

you shake your head, “so cheesy.”

laughter erupts out of him, he comes back to resting his chin on your right shoulder. “you don’t love me,” he pouts against your neck while simultaneously poking your sides. “all i do and say are ‘cheesy’ stuff.”

you hum, “i guess you’re lucky i love you so much that i let it slide. most of the time.”

“let’s try to aim for all of the time,” he shoots you a wide smile and wiggles his eyebrows when you turn your head to look at him in ‘annoyance’ (but truly, it was truly out of fondness).

silence takes over between you both after your soft giggles and bickering come to a halt. the distant sounds of the waves and insects cricketing fill your ears. the night becomes near, the sun slowly disappears as the bright moon begins to rise into appearance.

your boyfriend begins to hum melodies, causing vibrations to rumble against your neck, and placing soft kisses on your skin in between different melodies. he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as you two sway left to right, still attached to each other and seeming not to let go any time soon as donghyuck’s hold on you hasn’t loosened nor do you want it to.

donghyuck turns you around to face him. he smiles at the sight of you and how stunning you look standing in front of him with stars in your eyes and a soft smile he loves to see you wear. your arms reach up to wrap around his neck.

silently, you move closer to his face to kiss the mole on his right cheek, and the other near his nose, and the other sitting on his cheekbone, and lowering down to reach another mole, and even lower as your reach the ones just below his prominent jawline, then kissing the one on his adam’s apple which bobs up and down slightly. you move your head up and press your cheek against his to turn his face to the side so you can reach the last mole you need to kiss which is placed right on his jaw.

you pull away and he faces you again, still with the same smile he’s been wearing since you’ve started the drive here. he pecks your lips. “i’m so in love with you.” he mumbles against them, lips brushing against each other and your different flavors of chapstick combining.

“and as am i.” you lean closer to enclose the tiny gap between you two, finally taking in the fullness and velvet feeling of his heart-shaped lips.

the kiss remains smooth and slow. donghyuck’s fingers play with the waistband of your pants before slipping his hand underneath your shirt to cop a feel of your back that he loves to kiss right before bed and seconds after waking up in an effort to get you out of your slumber before he feels lonely. his hands remain on your mid-back, thumbs covered in cold metal rings move up and down causing shivers to run down your spine.

heads move side to side to deepen the blissful kiss. donghyuck kisses you harder and stays put to prolong the sensation before barely pulling away as your lips still touch each other.

words don’t need to be exchanged to know how much you both appreciate and love one another. the looks on your faces say it all. how donghyuck’s eyes have never left you since you’ve got here and the way they admire you and only you as if there isn’t a beautiful sea behind you. how you take your time focusing on every crevice and mark on each feature on the boy’s face as if you don’t see him enough already.

how painfully obvious you two are. you wouldn’t be able to hide the admiration you have toward the boy staring at you even if you tried your hardest to.

being in love with donghyuck gave ‘warmth’ a new feeling. it’s defined with how safe and secure you are with just his presence in the same room as you, how he manages to make every negative feeling dissipate with one stupid joke, how he can make you forget about your problems and worries the second he pulls you in for a cuddle, and so much more.

you move your head to rest on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck, and he tightens his hold around you. he continues his humming as he begins to sway your bodies softly again. donghyuck’s hand still rubbing your back, making you feel absolute serenity in his arms — feeling drowsier as time passes. the sunshine remains warm even in the cold, dark night.

[disaster-j]

Hey can we talk about how sean from not me is a complex character? Like the ultimate badass? Okay hear me out. First of all, he’s pretty mysterious, we dont know much about him, well except that his dad got killed and that he probably had a poor upbringing. He has this scowl on his face 24/7. He looks at the whole gang with an expression that says ‘ I literally don’t trust any of you, im just here because i have things to do’. Doesnt really get involved in any of the other guys business. He simply doesnt care. He likes to lead and to be in charge. Maybe something he lacked growing up idk he needs to feel like hes doing something. He’s abit playful and only for a very short time as if he wants to be taken very seriously all the time. Hes very very lonely. We doesnt seem to have any friends except the namo girl and i feel like hes not that close to her. Now with the nightmares, what does he want to be helped with? Honestly we’ve seen white hug his parents and being very intimate with his gf in russia, but when was sean last hugged? Kissed? Im sad…… did we even see him smile.. like at all? Why am i so sad?!!!!!

Yes pls let's talk about Sean!

First off! That's a really interesting read on his character there anon you're really peeling those layers, I love it!

Like! Sean's so complex and presents such an interesting character. You can really see how trauma hardens a person with Sean, and it's executed in a way that is so realistic. We don't know much about his background but we know that he's haunted by it all the same. It's reflected in the way he keeps most people out, keeps his social circle small. The people in his life are limited to those who share his mission, only they are allowed his trust and even then it doesn't go all the way. Namo feels a lot like his calm place, the person he goes to when he wants to get away from all the intensity. She allows him a safe space to be softer, to let himself be happy. He trusts her just enough to let a little vulnerability bleed out but not nearly enough to actually let her in. And he knows having a relationship with her will mean having to do just that so he never pursues it, even though they both have some romantic interest in each other.

Also! The way you describe him hits home for me just how similar Sean and Black are. Angry, closed off, trust issues a mile wide. You're right that Sean likes control, he never had any control over the situation that ruined his life so he now naturally takes charge in situations. And Gram and Yok clearly look up to him and follow his lead too, bc they trust him to know what he's doing which he clearly does. But Black is just like Sean, he likes being in control and like Sean he's good at it. So they end up fighting over it all.

I think his nightmare is likely about his father. He probably tried to get people to help him clear his name when it all went down and no one did. He would've been a kid still, just a teenager, it must have been so traumatic having to go through all that especially knowing your father was going to die bc of someone else's wrongdoings. As for being touch starved, he totally is. He doesn't have anyone to be physically intimate with at all. With Namo he holds himself back so as not to escalate their relationship and with the gang, even in his most casual moments, physical touch is limited to friendly contact like a tap on the shoulder. You can really see how badly he needs physical touch from how he instantly reaches out for White in the nightmare scene, the way he pulls him close and gently touches his shoulder. It's so sad to see him struggle like that bc he just deserves so much better than the hand he was dealt.

We do see him smile tho! In the background mostly. He smiles when the others are talking about the masks and teasing Black in ep1 and then again while talking to Namo in ep2. And I think he smiles while teasing Yok in ep4? So I do think he really cares about Namo and the gang, he just doesn't want to be too obvious about it bc his aloof front is his armour. Literally why are Sean and Black the same fucking person in different flavours!?!

(Also! Axelle wrote a really cool essay on Sean so read that here if you haven't yet!)

[boydiisaster]

I've got another one for ya!

So I heard you like writing Felix 👀 how about Felix giving the reader a massage after kicking their ass in training the previous day all the while muttering about reader's incompetence w self care and how "you're supposed to stretch after training gods you're an idiot"

Meanwhile reader has a smug look on their face and is teasing Felix for being so soft and "aww so you do care ;)"

Dsfjgkdjf honestly just wanted a reason to tease Felix bc he's so fun to tease XD hcs or scenario is okay whichever you're in the mood for!! Thank you uwu 💕

Felix the softie (Felix x Reader)

reader: gender neutral

fandom: fe3h

author's note: yes yes yes yES YES YES- AAAAH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT THANK YOU 🥺💕

You skid across the dirt floor. Rolling, you slam into the cart of weapons that Felix rolled in here before your sparring session. Wooden swords and lances fall atop you. You cough, sputtering, the wind knocked out of you. A shadow looms above you, and suddenly the warm tip of a training sword lifts your chin up. You open one of your eyes to see Felix's stoic face.

"Nine to nothing," he says, then removes his sword from under your chin. "You've really lost your spark, Y/N. Where's the moves you preformed on that dark knight back in the holy mausoleum?"

"Shut up, Felix," you grumble, forcing yourself to stand, even though your entire body begs you to not. You pick up your training sword, brandishing it toward Felix.

"Again," you huff.

Felix shakes his head and lets out his signature sigh. "Y/N, if I keep beating you like this I'm going to start to feel bad."

"Impossible," you make your move to charge. "Again!"

Felix jumps out of the way before you can land a hit. He swings his sword, the hard wood slamming into your side. Pain rushes through your ribs. You falter, nearly falling over again but barely able to catch yourself. You turn around just in time to catch Felix attacking. He tries to bring his sword down on your head, but you block it. Your grip loosens on your weapon, and Felix notices. He takes his chance. One swift kick later and your sword is laying in the dust. Felix's own sword is at your throat yet again as you hold yourself up with the thanks of the wall behind you.

"Ten to nothing," Felix says, and you scream in frustration.

"How are you beating me this badly?!"

The ravenette shrugs, focusing on the weapon in his hand. "I don't know. Maybe you just suck?"

You growl. Instead of unleashing all your anger onto him like you wanted, you push yourself off the wall and hug your midsection as more pain erupts through you.

"I'm going to go shower. Bye, Felix."

And then you're gone. The training grounds feel a lot more lonely without you. Felix stutters in his movements. He reaches for you, but immediately brings his arm back to his side, realizing it was too late. He stands there awkwardly, wondering what to do before groaning to himself.

"Y/N, why do you always have to make me feel bad?"

There's a crick in your neck when you wake up. Your whole body is sore, aching as you move to stand up from your bed. You almost fall as you lift yourself up.

This was because of yesterday, wasn't it?

You grumble when you remember how badly Felix beat you. You were covered in sweat and muck, filled to the brim with embarrassment, but the warm water of the showers made you feel a little better. Maybe they'll help again today?

You force yourself up and move to grab your academy uniform when a knock sounds from your door.

"It's unlocked," you call, then snag your hairbrush from off your dresser.

Felix opens the door, hesitating. He should just leave, right? This was a stupid idea. Why should he have to make up with you? Why does he want to make up with you?

"I said the door's unlock-"

You stop talking as soon as you see Felix's face. He looks angry, like usual, but his eyes show this weird softness in them as he looks at you.

You blink. "Hello Felix. Do you need something?"

Felix doesn't say anything. He closes the door behind him as he moves inside your room. His eyes do a quick sweep of the area before he points at you, (still without meeting your eyes, might I add.)

"Sit."

You furrow your brow. "Felix, I-"

"I said sit. Right there, on your bed, facing away from me."

If you blinked, you'd miss the pink blush that was spreading across his face. But you were too confused, and it was too dark to fully notice and appreciate. You do as Felix says, placing your things down and awkwardly sit facing away from your friend. Your window was opened, so you choose to stare out it as Felix shuffles up behind you.

"I'm... sorry," he starts. You feel his hands on your shoulders as he starts to rub your bare skin. It feels... surprising good.

"For what?"

"Yesterday. When I made fun of you."

Felix continues to give you a much needed massage. You let out a content sigh as his hands work on the aching bundles of nerves in your shoulders.

"Felix, it's okay."

Felix momentarily stops, and you think he was just planning on doing this until you forgave him, but then he starts up again. You can feel his hands shaking as he does so, though.

"W-why do you feel so stiff?" he grunts.

"For one, you did kick my ass yesterday," you roll your eyes. Felix lightly slaps your forearm.

"Secondly, I didn't stretch before we sparred."

Felix is quick to slap you again.

"Y/N, are you an idiot?! You know you're supposed to do that! It's like you were begging for this to happen! You know that you can pull a muscle if you don't stretch, right?!"

You turn around, and you can't hide the smirk that plays on your lips. You feel giddy, unexplainably happy.

"Felix, do you care about me?"

Felix stops his rant. His cheeks burn a dark red. He won't even meet your gaze. He's so embarrassed, all Felix can imagine in crawling into a deep, dark hole and dying so that he doesn't have to face the fact that he actually cares about you. Even worse, you now know that he cares about you!

"What? No. Gross. I-I mean you're an idiot. You're st-stupid if-if you think I actually ca-care about you! You-You're just a good fighter is-is all...."

There's an awkward silence before you start to laugh. You just can't help it, Felix was so cute like this!

"Awe, Felix," you tease. "You won't have to be so flustered! I like that you care about me."

"I don't care! Shut up!" Felix hides his face with his hands.

You take your chance. Grabbing his wrists, you pull his hands away from his face and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"I care about you too, Fe."

There was that damned nickname. Felix could die on the spot from how embarrassed he was. With your teasing combined with the fact that you just kissed him, the ravenette feels like fainting. He was the one supposed to be teasing and making fun of you, not the other way around! Why were you doing this to him?!

You gingerly take Felix's chin in your hand. Guiding him over, you press another kiss to his cheek, then to his forehead.

"You really are just a softie in disguise, aren't you Fe?"

Felix was going to die.

[lnarizakis]

Oh hyyy~ I saw that you feel lonely sometimes and you need some request 😈 I hope you're doing better now. I send u a hug💕 aand soo uhm can i request the fluff 3 prompt with Atsumu? 👉👈😳 I really love this boi, he deserve fluff now, not smut. (sorry for my shitty english, its not my first language😅)

pairing: miya atsumu x fem!reader

foreword: hi!!!! ive been feeling lonely bc of quarantine but getting to know all of u makes it so much better so thank you! i send u a hug back hehe. and of course!!! i do agree, we need to see his dorky (and possibly awkward?) side more often. ur English is perfect & i hope u like this!!!

look out for: slight crack, fluff

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“Oh my God, she wants to meet up.”

Osamu, who sat opposite Atsumu at the dinner table, snorted. He was glad he wasn’t chewing on anything at the moment or else he would have really choked. Osamu had already choked on his convenience store food once an hour ago when Atsumu disclosed to him that he had been talking with this girl that he met online. How she and Atsumu had met, Osamu will never know (not that he actually wanted to know).

The blond twin looked back down at the laptop screen in front of him, with his fingers hovering over the keyboard, pondering what he should reply.

y/n

>> hey you know,

>> we should meet up!

atsumu is typing…

He was typing? Oh, he was typing. His fingers were working faster than his mind, even though he was highly skilled with his hands with serving and setting and everything else. Osamu noticed the expression on his twin’s face, the same kind of concentration he had when he was about to serve, and decided to make an off-handed comment to provoke Atsumu.

“Y’know, it’s not that big of a—”

“Shut up! Just— Shut up. I just— I needa concentrate. To, uh, say what I wanna say.”

Osamu rolled his eyes and turned his head towards the TV. Ah, renowned player Nicolas Romero was about to serve. He got up from his seat at the dinner table and sat closer to the TV screen. Atsumu stayed exactly where he was, as if his feet were planted on the ground and his bottom was glued to the chair. He typically wasn’t this nervous talking to his online friend, but the thin layer of sweat that formed on his already-clammy hands proved to him that he wanted to meet up with her more than she did.

But, as it’s been stated before, Atsumu’s fingers were working faster than his mind, so when he subconsciously hit “Enter” on his keyboard and saw

atsumu

>> sounds good, where and when should we meet up

on his screen, he, internally, went ballistic. Atsumu did, though, let out a loud exhale through his nose, to which Osamu chuckled at him. Atsumu grumbled something under his breath in response, but it’s soon replaced by a small gasp when she responded.

y/n

>> hm, not sure

>> where in japan do you live?

>> and im free saturday next week

atsumu

>> im okay with saturday

>> kobe n u?

y/n

>> im from osaka!

>> i can take a train there. thankfully its only 15 minutes hehe

atsumu

>> oh okay

>> we can meet by the tetsujin 28 statue in wakamatsu park

>> im excited to see u :)

>> how will we know when we see each other? idk what u look like

y/n

>> what about…

>> a special code??? one that we say to each other thats completely random and no one else will get it except us

atsumu

>> uh

>> like what?

y/n

>> idk uh

>> help me please

Atsumu drew his face away from the screen, as he just now noticed he was bringing himself closer and closer towards the words. Rubbing his eyes, he looked to Osamu, who was lounging on the floor in front of the TV for help.

“‘Samu. Gimme somethin’ random to say when I meet her.”

Scratching his side, Osamu made no effort to look back at Atsumu, keeping his eyes glued to the television, observing the way Romero spiked with full power.

“I dunno. Uh,” he started as he reached up to scratch his head, ruffling his hair a bit. He stopped his actions all of a sudden.

“I got it. How about…”

—

(Y/N) stared up at the statue in awe. She didn’t really know what to make of it, with its height and intimidating nature and all. So she resorted to just looking at it.

Getting bored of her current entertainment, she walked away from the statue and sat on the nearby stairs that led up towards the playground of the park. She looked around, taking in the new scenery. She closed her eyes for a little bit, inhaling, then exhaling. (Y/N) let her eyes stay shut, when she heard a voice coming from above her.

“I like your rainbow shoes.”

Standing in front of her was a tall young man, around the same age as she was. His eyes rested on her face as she looked up at him. With the sun behind him, his shadow loomed over her, intimidating her almost as much as the Tetsujin 28 statue. All thought raced out of her mind through her ears and she was left with nothing to say. It almost seemed like his smirk was mocking her.

“Uh, what?” In the heat of the moment, she completely forgot the “special code” that she and Atsumu made up. She noticed the hopeful glint in his lazy eyes go away as she questioned his random (and definitely awkward - she was wearing black shoes) statement. Then she remembered.

“Oh, wait! I mean, thank you, I got them from the alien in my closet,” you exclaimed, as he began to turn away. Atsumu looked back at you, as his smirk grew.

“After three months of talking with you through the computer, it’s nice seeing you in person.”

[babyboyoonie]

Hi! I absolutely love your blog

hi! thank you I’m happy this lil blog can give you joy iiih ♥ i wasn’t taking requests when you sent me this ask but, let me apologize for being so late :( i wasn’t quite sure how to approach this one bc i low-key hate writing angst when i’m not obligated to but! here, for you ♥

There’s only so much room for despair when mulling about a crisis that has happened, passed, and resolved itself silently. So very, little room. Entailed and wrapped in an anguished—you should have told me—that no one musters the courage to say aloud. Scared of probing open old wounds. It’s pushed to the back of everyone’s head, hopefully, forgotten. It never is. Just…ignored for a while. Waiting for another crisis they all pray never happens. But it does and there’s no time for it to pass and resolve itself like it had in the past. There’s despair, again, and a way too large room for the murky feeling to overwhelm them all. 

Yoongi takes better care of himself than he had in the past. It was, admittedly, one of his biggest flaws. But there’s no one quite like Yoongi when it comes to progress. He’s silent and doesn’t say much on the matter. But he works on himself. Quietly. Answers in broken sentences and voice low and airy when asked about it. When asked about it. For otherwise, this isn’t a matter Min Yoongi will come out and immediately blabber about. He gets excited and chats on about many things out of the blue, but there are some parts of himself that don’t always follow. He’s making progress. Big ones. But how to say this—ah, just like some people are accidents prone, Yoongi’s prone to neglect himself when not under constant surveillance. 

A glass of wine in and he confesses about the accident with his shoulders. Light smile and eyes twinkling; relaxed expression of a crisis that has happened, passed, and resolved itself silently. There had been cameras, and so, and so. Cameras meant carefully shielding reactions one would normally have. So very little room for despair. For—you should have told me before—and the absurd need to check up on him and cradle and protect.

Jin ends his phone call and tries not to be overwhelmed. Yoongi shivers, a few feet away from them. Pale and pasty-like. Ill. Terribly sweating and arms wrapped around himself like he was trying to keep his sickness at bay. There’s an invisible bubble around him that prevents the younger ones to rush by his sides. To crowd his personal space and swallow him under their overwhelming affection. Perhaps it has something to do with the lonely ray of moonlight enclosing him in the otherwise dark room. Dark curtains, dark sheets. Unnervingly clean room. It should be messy. Bustling with life and traces of all members coming by to bask into Yoongi’s presence. But it’s not. It’s clean and bare and the bed’s made. 

Yoongi hasn’t been himself and Taehytung fidgets. Wants to say something but doesn’t quite know how to. Bitten lips and eyes becoming wet, Taehyung worries, Jin knows. Dies a little inside everytime his little hyung’s not healthy enough. Wants to nurse and heal, but Yoongi’s curling on himself, expression tight and sick and it’s—it’s new. There’s no telling how he’d react to being touched. So Taehyung fidgets, Taehyung’s quiet. As silent as Jungkook. Visibly trembling with the restraint to rush toward Yoongi and cradle him in his arms the way he does when he older man’s particularly exhausted. There’s a hand holding his bicep tightly; it’s Jimin who knows Jungkook won’t be able to restrain himself. Jimin who holds Jungkook back—as a mean to hold himself back, too.

Jaw clenched and eyes mystified. He looks as helpless as the words trying to get out of his mouth do. As helpless as Hoseok, uncharistically still. Frozen. From his head to his toes, breath cut short too, Jin can feel it from here. It’s cold, he’s cold; Namjoon shivers, kind of violently, stops as fast as it started. Jin gets it. Understands. Too much room for despair, Yoongi’s not made to look so broken. So sick.

The moment Yoongi slips and he starts to fall, there’s an uproar. A booming chorus of cacophonous voices. Barely formed words, panic-coated. But Yoongi falls to his knees, and it’s soundless. Little body hitting the ground quietly, trembling, but steady in its purpose. He’s a little blue and white and sickly-pale mess of a man on his knees. The arms that were tightly wrapped around his middle fall by his sides, defensive position gone, last shield broken. Tears restrained, expression contrite, there’s wildness in the way Yoongi wraps a hand of steel around his emotions. Locks wet and plastered to his palid face, and the wobbling of his lips, and a heave—that’s all Jin sees, that’s what they all see, before his mind turns blank as Yoongi prostrates himself in front of them.

Wha—

His chest bursts into painful flames before Jungkook rips himself from Jimin’s hold and falls to his knees, too. Louder, wilder, franctic; mouth opening and closing, desperate for words that don’t want to come and an atonishment resonating violently with Jin. Taehyung’s already there, gathering a trembling Yoongi into his arms. While Jungkook suffocated with shock, with worry. Fingers grabbing at the black fabric of Yoongi’s hoodie. Grip so desperate his fingers turn ashy white, he looks like he’s going to cry.

And Yoongi cries. Babbles painful apologies planting knifes into Jin’s chest the way he’s sure it does with the other members. Mumbles “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“ in a litanie that has Jimin pressing the older man’s head to his heaving chest, wide-eyed, pale with the despair that comes with knowing nothing of the agony turning the man they adored into this apologizing mess.

“Baby,” Jin breathes, heaves out, first one to talk. Picks up Yoongi, deaf to the younger men’ panicked looks and shouts to look into his boy’s red-rimmed eyes. Yoongi cries like he laughs. Shoulders shaking, silent. But there’s an anguished torture in his usual peaceful traits. There’s a storm where usually lies a calm lake and the most gentle looks. Still babbling apologies, sick as he is, drenched with a fever and a guilt Jin begs him to share with them.

His boy relaxes, but doesn’t utter a word. Body shaking, deeply entangled with Jin’s limbs, the only sounds breaching his broken lips, lonely blubbers. But Namjoon‘s there in an instant. Too pale, lips bitten to blood, but he’s here, fast. Hands wide and comforting as he wipes Yoongi’s cheeks. Leaves pink hues behind that would have looked cute if Yoongi wasn’t so damn ailing. He stutters around his words for seconds that seem like minutes. Still blinded, like all of them, by the sight of Yoongi’s curled body bowing so low to them. Their younger band mates hover close, press to them with the innate need to touch Yoongi and comfort. But they’re dazed, Jin can see, understands. Gazes wide and wondering when it’s not colored despair, by the naked humility Yoongi displayed for something they’re sure he isn’t guilty of.

“We’re, we’re not angry,” Hoseok says, voice like broken glass and mouth heavily downturned. They stare, the hearts that beat in unison for Yoongi stuttering to a stop.

And Yoongi stares too, but there are fresh tears in his eyes tumbling hotly over his blotted cheeks; Yoongi stares, and the guilt’s heavy, and he looks like he’s doing himself violence to not overflow with emotions—even though they’ve been begging him to open to them more. To not pretend to be strong, to let them in. He does himself violence; the mesmerizing naked humility that got him on his knees appear again. He relents, barriers down, reaches his arms out tentatively and is cradled with great care as a knee-jerk reaction, straight in Hoseok’s chest, squeezed tight. Warmed all over, because none of them can stay away. “‘m sorry for…for breaking, breaking my promise, I, I—“ he scrubs at his eyes, inhales and blesses them, “I’ll take better care of myself, I swear, I swear I…”

Jin’s not sure who hushes him out of his guilt and eases him into his safe place. Perhaps it’s Namjoon—it most certainly is Namjoon—but even as nurses come in sometimes later to tend to his health, he somehow manages to not let go of any of them. Allows himself to be vulnerable, naked humility, and oh—

Jin knows there are six hearts in this room swelling with a love no words can be put on.