#being sick but not being allowed to be in a calm and quiet environment is fkn brutal ngl

[bunnihearted]

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[perdidosbucky-yyo]

Find the joy

Drabble

Pairing: Mechanic!Steve Rogers x Reader (no mention of body type or ethnicity)

Summary: When it rains it pours.

Warnings: angsty angst, serious money problems, implied sick parent and I think that's it, pls let me know if I missed something <3

a/n: i saw this gifset by @meidui and Steve's sad lil face unleashed this 😭 sometimes it's hard not having enough money to live comfortably guys, taking the bus every day, buying the cheapest brand at the grocery store, seeing my mom cry bc she can't quit the job she hates, sigh... it was nice to imagine going through it with Steve :')

wc: 1.1k

When you were younger you always assumed once you met that person who is supposed to love you as you are, always and forever, life's problems would cease to exist, because you found the love of your life.

After your first heartbreak, you realized you were sorely mistaken, you felt stupid for ever believing that fairytale.

Life is cruel and often unfair, whether it was the environment or politics, the world kept on letting you down, your whole life you worked hard for the bare minimum, your mother worked two jobs to pay for college, while watching others live life just a bit easier, or at least not worrying if they could afford groceries that week.

Despite your differences, you were grateful for having a strong mother, she taught you to find joy in the mundane and to never allow your worries to overpower your spirit for too long, because there is joy in the world, the trick is to find it.

For a long time, after countless jerks and disappointments, you thought love was just a glorified infatuation, maybe your career was enough... you'd make it be enough.

But one early morning, on your way to a job interview, your mother's car broke down, but as tears were already staining your freshly steamed blouse, you realized you had the card for a mechanic, the best one in the city according to your sister.

After calling, you expected the Mario bros but instead, the most beautiful men you'd ever seen in your life drove in, while the 6'0'' brunette checked out your car, you felt weirdly comfortable enough to sob about your missed opportunity to the 6'2'' blonde.

By the time you were dying your tears, Steve you'd learned his name was, wouldn't have it, offering to give you a ride to your interview, you were about to kiss him on the spot but instead promised him a date if you got the job.

You didn't get the job, but you still called Steve, he was unlike anyone you'd ever met, loyal, kind borderline bleeding heart, chivalrous, romantic, and a goody two shoes.

Now, after almost 10 years together, and 5 of them married, you never doubted the existence of love again, you felt it with every heartbeat, you saw it in his eyes every day.

But life was still life despite being married to the love of your life.

Cats and dogs poured down as you closed the door behind you, shaking off your pink water boots you cursed yourself when you got mud on the floor.

It was past 7pm so you knew Steve was home, he'd usually be making dinner with Marvin Gaye in the background, but the apartment was quiet, with only the rain to fill the silence.

You found in the kitchen a pizza box waiting to be eaten so now you were sure he was home, and since the apartment only had 3 bedrooms, there could only be one other place he could be.

And there he was, sitting in the rain on the fire escape, shoulders down, as his eyes admired the rain.

Worry weighed down in your bones, and in seconds you were by his side, placing a hand on his back to rub, his broad shoulders tensed as he shook his head.

He'd always welcomed your touch, and now he wouldn't even look at you... "Honey what's wrong?" you whispered, afraid of the answer.

Over the years Steve has been your rock, he was calm in a crisis and often grounded you when you needed it, if Steve was known for one thing, it was that he always gets back up again, and as you watched the defeat underlining his eyes it made your stomach churn seeing him like this.

When you saw a single tear roll down his cheek, nothing mattered anymore and you only wanted to comfort him, sitting on his lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your hands cupped his face against your chest.

As you kissed his temple you felt his whole body relax "I got fired" he croaked, and then silence.

You don't know for how long you stayed like that, you wouldn't let each other go, maybe hoping the rain would wash away your troubles, or maybe just not ready to talk yet.

His big hands traced your back softly as he sniffed, he could feel your skin was freezing cold, that's when he gripped you and finally carried you inside, not stopping until he reached the bathroom.

He thought about making a nice warm bath but before he could, he remembered the water bill, and now that he was out of a job, you'd have to be even more careful with your expenses.

As he turned on the water, you sensed his unease so you started to slowly get him out of his uniform, peppering kisses as more and more skin was exposed, and as he let out a shuddering breath of relief, you gave him a small smile.

After you finished lathering soap on each other and washing your hair, he was about to step out when you held onto his bicep, "Stay", his eyes told you he wanted to indulge you, and you knew he also needed comfort, but he shook his head.

"just for 2 minutes" you encouraged "I won't shower tomorrow" you giggled but only got a subtle smile in return.

As he towered over you again, his hands rested on your back as he embraced you, but when you sighed into his chest, he released you and stepped out of the shower.

turning off the water and wrapping yourself in a towel, you followed behind, but before you could say a word, he was already in his gray sweatpants and sitting on the edge of the bed with his head between his hands.

Taking his hands in yours, his head now rested against your stomach, "we'll be o-"

"Are you happy?" Steve's voice trembled, his eyes shining with the threat of tears as he looked into yours. As you thought of your answer for a second, your hands cupped his face "Not right now" you muttered honestly, he fiscally recoiled but you gripped his face still, begging him to listen to you.

"It's been hard" you exhale "paying off the car, taking care of my mom", now it was your voice that threatened to break, "We wanted to start trying" you lamented and Steve instinctively kissed the inside of your wrist and nodded in response.

"We have to look for the joy" he whispered your mother's words, you smiled and let yourself be wrapped up in his arms, "I've loved you and our marriage every single moment of it," you said into his ear, "as long as we get through it together, we'll be ok".

"I love you" he promised, as he pulled you under the covers, pressed against him, there was nothing more left to say that night, you would talk more in the morning, and as the rain washed away the day, Steve never let go.

[wendigo-volturi]

Volturi kings with a sick s/o

Marcus:

1. Marcus would be deeply concerned and attentive towards his sick mate.

2. He would constantly keep an eye on their well-being, ensuring they have everything they need.

3. Marcus would personally sit by their side, offering gentle words of encouragement and support.

4. He would take on the responsibility of managing their affairs and keeping their loved ones informed while they recover.

5. Marcus would use his authority to acquire any rare medicines or treatments that could aid in their healing.

6. He may delegate his duties as a king to his associates temporarily, allowing him to solely focus on caring for his sick mate.

7. He would shower them with love and affection, reminding them of his unwavering commitment.

Caius:

1. Initially, Caius may display outward apathy, but internally he would be extremely concerned for his sick mate.

2. While not expressive with affection, he would still show subtle signs of tenderness and care, such as bringing their favorite blood type or preferred food to their bedside.

3. Caius might temporarily delegate some of his responsibilities to Aro and Marcus, allowing him to devote more time to his mate's well-being.

4. He would ensure their comfort by providing warm blankets, adjusting lighting to their preference, and creating a calm and serene environment.

5. Caius would occasionally sit in stoic silence by their side, reading to them or engaging in quiet conversation.

6.Ultimately, he would do everything in his power to aid in their recovery, as their well-being is of the utmost importance to him

.Aro:

1. Aro would be genuinely concerned and attentive towards his sick mate, displaying a caring facade.

2. Aro would constantly check on their well-being, taking the time to have meaningful conversations and ensuring their comfort.

3. He would provide them with gifts and tokens of affection to cheer them up, carefully chosen based on his knowledge of their preferences.

4. Aro might temporarily delegate certain tasks to his associates, allowing him to dedicate more time to his mate's care.

5. He would meticulously organize their daily routine and create a thorough recovery plan, ensuring they have everything they need.

6. Aro would encourage their loved ones to visit and offer support while diligently protecting his mate's privacy and boundaries.

7.He would go to great lengths and call Carlisle if their sickness is very bad.

(you can also find this on wattpad @wendigo0961)

[audentiaspacesworld]

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[grandeur-elite]

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2. Prioritize Ergonomics for Enhanced Comfort

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[murdockbuckley]

4, 5, 14 <3

4. do you outline before you start writing? if so, how far do you stray from that outline?

i only do a rough outline, if any at all the main points i want to include, how i want it to start and how i want it to end it allows me to have the freedom of what i what to write whilst still having that as a guide to how the story was meant to go, so i usually stick to the outline pretty well

5. what is the perfect environment for you write in?

music on in the background, a quiet room with white noise (usually hearing people in another room or animals through the window), someone else sitting in the room doing their own work, a cup of tea to start whilst a drink with ice is near, a sweet snack and also something savoury

14. if you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

to make this harder on myself i'm only going to pick characters i've written about first: buck he's resourceful, he has the experience of his millions of jobs and he thinks outside the box so i think he'd find a way to get us off the island somehow second: hen i think she would be a nice calming presence to have stuck on an island, she was fully planning to steal a helicopter to save her friends and she'd get sick of being stuck with me and buck together on an island she's get something done to get out of the situation (unsure if it's murder or finding a way out)

[florestmoon]

Don’t leave me alone. (Danny Johnson!Ghostface x reader)

Warnings: Knife play. Knife kink. rape/noncon elements. Stockholm syndrome. Kidnapping. Mentions of violence + wounds/gore . Verbal abuse. Physical abuse. Blood kink. Ghostface being veryyyy sick in the head okay? It’s ghostface what do we expect. Lots of manipulation and reader just being a victim.

Notes: this is basically a continuation to Be Good. I’m going to hell. Enjoy !

You began to feel a change as more time passed in your new ‘cage.’

The chain around your wrist were less of an every day occurrence and more of Ghostface go-to prop whenever he had fun with you. The chain held your hands attached to the headboard as he recorded the whimpering mess you became once his rough hands were all over you.

The camera had also stopped making an appearance during your punishment or ‘rewards’— as he insisted they were but in your mind, it was all the same. Now you found yourself becoming his sole focus as he used your body, camera thrown aside while he found pleasure in your painful moans.

You had more freedom outside of the confinement of the small room you were use to. The bedroom door was left open now and then, the hallway no longer just out of reach. You found yourself spending time on the small couch that was placed in the middle of the room, eyes taking in the small home.

A small glance would be given towards the front door but you never felt the urge to try to escape. It was like if he knew you wouldn’t try to leave again. His sudden lenient demeanor mocking your sudden weakness. Highlighting the fact that you finally just gave up and gave into his hands. Hands that held the strings tied to your body, a puppet in his home.

But despite the knowledge and the shame that came along with it, you allowed yourself to just sink into the environment you grown use to. The change and new cycle becoming comforting.

You would stay in the living most days, content with watching the tv he placed after you grew the courage to leave your room. There wasn’t many channels but the old sitcoms you never would have watched before, allowed for a rush of dopamine to rush in your brain, sinking and comforting you like a child.

But there was a new change that didn’t comfort you. Things were beginning to get a little..quiet.

You were spending more time alone in the past week—if you were counting the days right. No longer was the overwhelming presence of the masked male constantly hanging over your shoulder. His appearance now being sudden, the door opening to present either his tense or relaxed posture at random times of the day.

He was starting to go out more often, an attempt to hide the cam recorder in his jacket or back pocket as he made his way out the door.

You knew you should be more content with having the alone time, allowing for your bruises and aching body to properly heal. But the thought of him finding new prey, a new victim, worried you.

Was he growing bored of you?

What was he going to do with you if he brings a new, less damaged girl home?

Home. You were really beginning to lose your sense.

You hadn’t notice your hands gripping the edge of the bowl tightly in your hands before the mark in your palm began to throb in pain. The ice cream was half eaten despite you softly asking Ghostface to bring your sweets. His calmness after a session allowing him to agree to whatever you said.

A soft sigh was all that was heard in the silent living room, tv shut off after the laugh track began to stem a headache at your temple.

You were a joke. Worrying about whether your kidnapper had found someone else.

Shouldn't you be glad? Even if it did mean he was finally going to kill you. That was your only escape out of this hell so you should be grateful it was coming soon.

The door slamming open jolted your body to sit up on the couch as the tormentor of your thoughts barged his way into the living room. Loud curses spewing from behind his mask as he stumbled through the living room, ignoring your wide eyes and tensed body following his movements.

You were frozen onto the couch watching him disappear down the hallway and to what you assumed was the bathroom. The slamming of another door and a faucet running confirming your thought.

Slowly, your head turned towards the opened living room door. Your heart began to race as a million thoughts coursed through your mind. An image of you, barefoot and barely wearing anything beside a tank top and pajama shorts he had given you, running down a road yelling for help- played in your mind as you slowly got up and made your way towards the door.

This was your chance. The sight of the long stretch of land and a dirt road welcomed you as you stood under the door way.

You’re a joke. A voice hissed at the back of your mind as you grabbed the doorknob and closed the door softly. Your body sagging as the thought of the man on the other side of wall crossed your mind.

You stood in the hallway listening to the raspy voice behind the door continue to cuss and grumble to himself. Trembling hands holding onto a small container.

“Stupid fucking bitch. I swear when I find her again, I’m going to make sure she regrets not dying the first time.”

The bathroom door wasn’t locked as you opened it slowly but before you could get it an inch open, it was slammed shut with force.

“Go to your room.” He growled from the other side, the clearness in his voice indicating he didn’t have the mask on.

“I want to help.” You spoke softly, frowning at the door. “I can help.”

“I can handle it myself. Just go- eat your fucking ice cream or something.” He spoke through small huffs, the clattering of something metal on the sink ringing in your ears before you heard him opening the cabinets and rummaging through them.

You waited for a moment before finally stating, “The first aide kit was in my room.” The band aides that marked over your knees itches against your skin as you held the container close to your chest, waiting for an answer when you were met with silence.

A few beats of silence before a sigh was heard behind the door.

“Okay.”

You hesitated before pushing the door open again. This time he allowed you push it all the way, the mask back over his face as he sat slumped on the toilet seat. The cloak that he wore over his black long sleeve was thrown in the bath tub, allowing for you to notice the hole on the side of the shirt.

Black holes stared into you as you made your way into the bathroom. Bloody hand prints was scattered along the white counter top of the sink. The mess and smell making you nauseous as you placed the the first aide on top of the counter before beginning to grab some rolls of gauge.

Your hands shook more as you grabbed the liquid bottle that contained the antiseptic solution. You were glad you let your friend convince you to take that one class in college. Expect you didn’t think you would be using what you learned to help your kidnapper.

You turned towards him, his hands pressed against his side as he watched you silently. His heavy puffs being the only sign that he was even awake. You moved on your knees in front of him before tugging for him to move his hands. He grunted in response before allowing you to pull his shirt up his stomach, gasping at the stab wound.

“what happened?” You asked, quickly pressing some of the gauge against the wound. The blood already seeping through the white cotton forced you to grab more and continue to apply pressure. You weren’t even sure how deep it was.

Ghostface continue to be unnervingly silent, watching you continue to press against the wound despite the blood staining your hands. You forced yourself to look back up at him, frowning at his silence.

It went on like that as you waited for his bleeding to slow down. The antiseptic in your hand feeling heavy as you began to dump it onto his wound clumsily. His stomach tensing and his gloved hands gripped onto the corner of the sink.

A few tense moments passed before his head rolled back, mask looking up at the ceiling. His breathing relaxing as the stinging pain wasn’t as strong.

Your eyes caught onto the scratch marks that were still bright red on the side of his throat. It seemed like forever before he finally spoke.

“I had that talentless whore right under my knife. All I had to do was slit her fucking throat and she would have been gaping those fake lips like some fish.” He rasped out , a mixture of disappointment laced with his words. “Somehow she grabbed a pocket knife and got me right there.”

“I guess I got too adventurous trying to kill her in the alley outside the strip club where she worked.” He continued, disappointment dissolving into boredom. “It wasn’t like anyone would have cared if they found her body the next morning. That joint could easily find another plastic filled bitch to fill her place.”

He must have felt your hands tense behind the bandages that you were wrapping around his stomach because he tilted his down at you again. A small tilt to the side suggesting he was reading your expression.

You tried to keep your expression neutral as you secured the bandaged as tight as you could, ignoring the way his stomach tightened.

“It’s too bad, I was hoping to get a good picture of her dead body lying on that grimy floor- where she belonged.” He sighed again, the sinister bite returning.

“You must be really bored to risk that.” You finally replied, tearing your eyes away from the darkness that covered his real eyes, afraid that it was going to swallow you whole.

His lack of reply had you worried that he noticed the tone in your voice- jealousy? No you would be crazy for it to be jealousy. You just couldn’t believe this whole time he’s been out there finding new victims as you sat in the same place for god knows how long.

If he has grown bored, why doesn’t he just let you go. It’s not like he was having fun anymore, that was clear enough with what he confessed. You never saw his face so he didn’t have to worry. He could go on and continue to find new victims, use them like he used you.

You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care that you found comfort sitting and waiting for him to come home. You didn’t care that you got use to the routine you both created. It was wrong and sick. You didn’t care where you were going to end up, in a ditch once he was done with you.

You felt ashamed at the tears that were beginning to brim at the corner of your eyes. You were so pathetic.

You moved to stand up on shaky knees but his gloved out shot out to grip onto your jaw, ripping a gasp from you as he forced you to stay on your knees and looked up at him.

“You want to know why she got that advantage on me huh?” He snarled, shaking your head violently despite your attention clearly on him. “Because as I was about to slit that bitches throat, I thought of you. I got fucking distracted by it. I imagined her cries as yours. I wanted you to be the one to beg for your life.”

His hand moved lower to grip your throat, squeezing slightly enough to make it difficult to swallow. Instead a pathetic whine was your response.

“The amount of times I thought of fucking slitting your throat as I fucked your pretty cunt, but every time I think of doing it, I couldn’t bring myself to.do.it.”

His grip choked you before he pushed you away from him. Your body crashing against the bathroom floor as a sob racked through your body, throat burning as you looked up at him through the mess of your hair.

His bitter laughter echoing in the dim bathroom as he shook his head.

“I had to go and find some slut to try to satisfy me. But I could only think of your face staring up at me the whole time.”

Your breathing picked up as you listened to him, easing your way into a sitting position.

A small twitch in his hips in the corner of your eye nearly caught your gaze but you glued your eyes onto the mask. The confession settling with the silence that followed. Your mind scrambled to make sense of his words, figuring what he was aiming for.

His intent was clear though as you slowly got to your feet, knees wobbly as you watched him carefully.

Was this going to be it? Is he finally going to do it?

Were you going to fight back?

It was a split second.

Your eyes had fallen onto the knife he laid painfully obvious on top of the bloody counter. A split second of that that small glint of silver catching your attention and your finger twitching towards it; before you were shoved onto the sink. The cold edge digging into your bare stomach as he bend you over.

Hands gripping into your hair, pain blossoming across the back of your head while he gritted through his teeth next to your ear. The venom sparking a new type of fear.

“You think you can escape, huh?”

The sound of the knife clinking against the sink as he picked it up filled your ears.

You thrashed from under him, panic settling in. His confession just a few moments ago repeating in your head as you prepared for a wave of pain to follow.

“N-no! I wasn’t going to-“ You cried out, trying to push yourself from the counter but his grip pushed you down. Right cheek pressed against the sink.

“You think I’m stupid ? After what I just told you, you really thought you could try something like that?”

”I wasn’t.” You whimpered, feeling the point of the knife pressing against your side. “Please, don’t-“

”Didn’t you listen to me saying how much I wanted to see you bleed under me?” He whispered, leaning over your body as he pressed the mask next to your ear. “Weren’t you just pouting like a brat because I went out looking for someone that wasn’t you?”

Humiliation burned into you as he exposed you, your sobbing not easing as the knife began to cut into your skin.

“Want me to plunge this knife into you baby? It’ll be different from all the small cuts I gave you. God, I’ve been so gentle with you.” He lets out a deep sigh. There was small movements of his hips, bulge humping against you as he watched the knife begin to puncture your skin.

”Please, please, don’t!” You sobbed, the pain shooting up your side. His breathing became erratic as you continued to beg. His hips suddenly stuttering at the sound of just your voice.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you held your breath. You were going to die. He was going to live out his fantasy.

”Fuck.” He groaned frustrated as he pulled the knife away, rubbing his thumb along the puncture and smearing the blood along your skin. “Fuck. Fuck. Look what you do to me. I can’t bring myself to do it.”

You barely had a chance to let out the breath you were holding before he pulled down your shorts, still holding you pressed against the sink. Your panties being exposed to him.

“You’re as sick as I am baby.” He whispered, spreading your thighs apart as he noticed the wet patch on them. Your mind barely registering your body’s reaction.

“please stop.” You pleaded, pushing your arm backward as an attempt to push him off. The suddenly turn of events was overwhelming, his change of actions beginning to confuse you. But he grabbed your wrist and held it against your back, continuing to admire you.

The cold touch of metal pressed against your clit jolted your body forward. The knife dangerously pressing against your panties. Your choked back a moan as he lightly rubbing it against your clit. The fear and pleasure mixing. You were to tell him to stop again but he applied more pressure.

The adrenaline that came with the fear of him cutting you only pushed against the pleasure, your hips raising slightly at the touch. The blade was pressed so gently yet it created a powerful reaction, your thighs shaking as he continued to tease your clit.

He watched you before pulling the knife away, leaving you wanting to cry from the loss before you felt your panties be pulled to the side.

When a sudden thickness of the hilt being pressed against the entrance of your pussy you froze. Your mind processing what was happening. He continued to press it, watching you began to take it in slowly, your walls clenching around his weapon before he let out a disbelief exhale.

“Look at you, you were just begging for your life now you’re letting me fuck you with my knife.” Pure lust was engraved into his voice as he tried to spread your lips apart to get a full view. The truth to it hitting you suddenly, a loud moan falling out of you as you pushed your hips back suddenly, taking in most of the hilt.

“Fuck look at that.” He growls, picking up the pace of his wrist. Continuing to fuck the knife into you, enjoying the way you matched his movements with your hips. Your fingers turning white from gripping onto the edge of the sink, as the pleasure continued to grow. The tightness in your belly growing once he used his other fingers to begin rubbing your clit.

“Ah..I’m gonna..please, please.” You moan, unsure of what you were begging for at this point. The pressure only grew, the roughness of the handle sending sparks up your body before you felt the end of the knife drag against something inside you, pulling the orgasm from you. Your body convulsed as pleasure rolled over you like waves. Absently moving your hips to ride out the sudden orgasm.

Ghostface pulling out the knife in time to prevent you from cutting yourself, before dropping it beside you on the sink and he began unzipping his pants. Hands were on you again, pulling your body up against his chest. Fingers grabbing your throat and forcing you to face the mirror.

“This is what you wanted , right?” He pants, using his other hand to line himself against your still throbbing pussy. You squirmed against him due to the oversensitivity, but he paid no mind because he pushed himself inside you in one thrust. “Y-you want to be the only one who takes my cock ?”

You clawed at his arm that held you up by your throat, your crying returning at full force as he continued to thrust into you. His grunts and groans audible near your ear as he abuses your cunt. He managed to push himself in nearly all the way, the tightness that engulfed him coercing a moan from him before he began to set a pace.

Your eyes flutter as you feel him pull out slowly before thrusting back into you roughly, fingers pressing against your vocal cords cutting off your whines. You felt so full, the knife was nothing compares to his cock.

The rough but slow pumping creating a new spark in you, your squirming turning into you pushing back into him chasing the growing high.

“A-ah fuck.., you look so pretty taking my cock baby.” His breathing hitched as he watched you through the mirror, hands reaching up your stomach to lift up your top and exposing your breast. You watched through half lidded eyes as he groped your chest and continued to thrust into you.

“F-fuck! It’s like you were meant for me baby. God I can never lose you, I-I can’t..” his words slurred as he began to pound ruthlessly inside you, one hand gripping your hip tightly as he watched himself continuously disappear inside you.

He lessen his grip enough to let you give him small hiccups and broken moans as you let him fuck into you. Your knees would have given out form under you if he wasn’t still holding you up. Your back arching as he suddenly hit a bundle of nerves again. Your eyes rolling back as another orgasm crashed into you, body going rigid.

You didn’t even register the sudden scream you let out. Only feeling his thrusting began to falter as you squeezed around him, his own breathing stuttering.

“So tight- fuck,made just for m-me, you feel s-so good. Fuck- baby. Ah-so p-perfect.” He continued to ramble under his breath,as he gave two more sloppy thrust before you felt his cum fill you up. His low groan following behind as he continued to pump his cum in you.

Your body sag against him before he gently let you go, allowing you to lean against the sink with shaky arms. If he wasn’t still pressed into you, anchoring you with his taller body, you would have let yourself sink into the floor.

You listened to your own breathing as he pulled out of you, thumb pressing against your entrance as he watched the cum drip out of you.

You thought he was going to leave you to clean yourself up, but instead he leaned down to your ear again. The mask pressing against your.

“You belong to me.” A low growl, the threat shivers running up your spine. “You can’t leave me.”

You let the words settle into you. The image of the open front door— now just a distance memory in your mind.

[flickeringart]

Neptune in aspect (brief overview)

Sun-Neptune: Diffuse sense of self, ill-defined, good at blending in, pleasant to be around, malleable, lacking integrity, preferring to live in a world that is less tangible and more imaginative, artistic, soft-hearted, avoidant, longing, quiet, reserved, contemplative, peaceful, passive, allowing, dreaming, detached, weak in spirit or glamorously radiant, dimmed light/energy, magical and magnetic, enchanting and appealing, retreating, craving solitude, adaptable, compromising one’s wants and desires, difficulty asserting oneself and finding an identity that fits, wanting to give up control, wanting to surrender, drawn to glamour and the “illusion” of perfection, calm and soothing presence, empathetic, kind, sweet, mysterious, extremely intuitive, sacrificing one’s own selfish desires and aspirations, taking the collective feeling into consideration when making decisions, difficulty making up one’s mind, wandering aimlessly in life, heroic, unconditionally loving and accepting, refusing to deny anyone in need, devoting one’s life to a higher cause, idealistic, romantic, absent and detached, easily overwhelmed, self-sabotaging, self-aggrandizing or self-denying.

Since the sun represents father figures in the native’s life, the father could’ve been a sensitive and receptive individual with a dreamy disposition, artistically gifted, spiritually advanced, passive and impressionable, positively inspiring and imaginative or simply incapable in the face of more worldly matters, irresponsible and self-pitying, in denial, sick or incapacitated, overly generous, mad or a little bit delusional. There could be a connection with alcohol and drugs as a means of trying to escape reality. There could also be a tendency to be self-obsessed and hungry for fame and attention. Laziness could also be a factor. The native could feel like they lack a strong father figure – left with only the image or the fantasy of self-importance and individual impact. There could be a risk of idealizing the father to one’s detriment, of living in a false reality relative to who he is/was.

Examples: Sean Connery, Frida Kahlo, George Orwell, Paul McCartney, Marie Antoinette, Frédéric Chopin, Patti Smith

Moon-Neptune: Highly receptive and translucent, deeply caring and empathetic, sensitive to other people’s feeling states, undermining, manipulative, picks up on people’s energies, intolerant of discord, needing beauty and unconditional acceptance, seeking to live in harmony with other people, easily hurt, emotionally blurry, unwilling to demand anything of anyone, wanting a serene and peaceful home environment, lacking a feeling of belonging, having no structure, feeling depleted, being vague, attaching and over-empathizing with people “who don’t deserve it”, forgetting to meet one’s basic needs, enjoying sleep, seeking comfort through music and movies, acting abilities, no sense of boundaries, making sacrifices to stay connected to people, attached to fictive characters and symbolic principals, melancholic, can easily slip into dark moods, feeling the weight of the world, feeling other people’s suffering, slipping into destructive habits, avoidant, hesitant, shy, innocent looking, soothing, caring or neglectful, disinterest in the physical realm, physically weak or fragile, crippling vulnerability, ability to anchor and manifest dreams, sensual, beautiful souls.

Since the moon rules motherly figures in the native’s life, there could’ve been a sense of being mystically/spiritually connected to the mother, of wanting to merge on an emotional level, of being heavily influenced by her ideas, thoughts and moods, of idealizing her, of losing her or needing to save her from something, of missing her. As with Sun-Neptune, the Moon-Neptune could indicate someone who tries to escape through alcohol and drugs, someone who’s dependent, manipulative and clingy. It could also indicate a brilliant imagination and someone who has a lot of love to give. Coping with the mundane chores of daily life could be difficult. The mother could feel victimized by life and broken-hearted in some way, lonely and depressed.

Examples: Will Smith, Dalai Lama, Robert Redford, John Legend, Anne Frank, Angelina Jolie, Keanu Reeves, Mahatma Ghandi

Mercury-Neptune: Soft spoken, good at grasping and defining elusive and abstract feelings, associative thinking, creative, a talent for make-belief, great story tellers, colorful language, foggy mind, making faulty observations, seeing things that aren’t real, making things up, deceiving people, speaking in vague terms, unclear, persuasive, good at putting words to the intangible and imaginative, describing things that are fantastical or subtle, intuitive thinking, making up words, unable to stick to the rules of writing and speaking, making spelling mistakes, writers of fiction, storytellers, channels, mediums, psychics, theatrical and dramatic speakers, healers and counsellors, poets, performers and magicians, illusionists, moving people with words and imagery, a skill for translating symbolic language, telling sob-stories, copy-cats, impressionists, distorting reality, abstract language, refusing to make distinctions, learning by mimicking, swaying people by confusing them, turning the “truth” inside out, influencing people’s thinking, picking up on subtle cues, observant, reserved and receptive to the emotional impact of words, lacking concrete opinions.

Mercury has to do with siblings, friends and casual contacts, the extended family, neighbors and people in the immediate environment. It’s possible that the native has a deep emotional-intuitive connection with people and a desire to stay open and infuse daily interactions with rich emotionality and reflectivity. Perhaps there's difficult knowing what's real/unreal because people are lying or making things up for fun. There could be difficulty believing people and taking their words seriously. Loss of siblings, friends could be associated with this contact, or perhaps a general loneliness and isolation experienced in relation to other people, being immersed in fantasy to the point of blurring the lines between illusion and reality.

Examples: Taylor Swift, Vladimir Putin, Tom Petty, Ingmar Bergman, Nicole Kidman, Emma Watson, Mark Zuckerberg

Venus-Neptune: The highest love, unconditional love, sublime perfection, sacrificial love, love that knows no boundaries, ethereal beauty, connection with the divine, making art, opening of the heart, seeing beauty in everyone, dreaming about relationships, longing for love, wanting to “find the one”, idealizing marriage, going above and beyond to win someone’s affections, subtle and shy advances, high expectations, projection, disillusionment, wanting to save people and feel into them as to know them completely, craving to live happily ever after in a bubble of bliss, prone to disappointment and intolerance for imperfection, alluring, playing the victim, seeking approval, kind, considerate, in love with love, difficulty saying no, lack of boundaries in relationships, playing the victim to get attention, saying “yes” to everything, feeling forced to go along with the crowd, compromising personal values, making promises that can’t be kept, loyal to a fault, prone to heartache and heartbreak, sweet, falling in love with the idea or the image of a person, slippery, impossible to “catch”, fickle, uncertain, passively longing, easily seduced, frequently let down by one’s own expectations, soft and infinitely accommodating, addicted to romance, becoming “intoxicated” by people.

Venus has to do with lovers, partners and social contacts in general which means that the native might have a proclivity to get involved with people that want to be saved or seek a soul connection that transcends this physical existence. The person wants to give in to longings and projections in order to bring heaven to earth, to make everything wonderful and glamorous. There’s difficulty with seeing people for who they are and a tendency to trust too quickly/ignore red flags. There’s also a tendency to romanticize helplessness and shrink from confrontation, in other words, to turn a blind eye and let relationships deteriorate.

Examples: Justin Bieber, Avril Lavigne, Salvador Dalí, Zendaya, Bob Marley, George Harrison, Ram Dass, Madonna

Mars-Neptune: Motivated by dreams and the possibility of redemption, magical powers, persuasive, passively aggressive, undermining, drawn to physical activity that involves water (sailing, diving, swimming), might be prone to laziness, coercing people, brooding, escaping, taking the easiest route, self-effacing, making a big deal out of being hurt, toxic emotional anger, fighting for the underdog, rage stemming from perceived victimization, cruelty, justifying destructive actions, avoiding responsibility or taking too much of it, prone to regret, procrastinating, never getting anything done, unambitious and lethargic, sympathizing and advocating for the less privileged, being a rescuer and a savior, failing to perceive boundaries, making mistakes because of a false perception of reality, stubbornly upholding one’s beliefs, condemning things, taking rash actions in order to have a chance of fulfilling a dream, creating art, enjoying loud aggressive music, good imitators, skillful actors, copying people, fighting for a big cause, doing “the right thing”, physically responsive to subtlety or completely detached, fighting for a lost cause, investing a lot of energy into things that dissolve and evaporate, surrendering to the forces of the universe, going with the flow.

Mars is associated with antagonistic forces, enemies, competitors and abusers. The individual might be a bit confused as to who the good guy is and who the bad guy is in life. There could be imagined and very abstract forces that are made out to be “the enemy”, unconscious content, people’s ignorance and lack of awareness could be a source of anger. There could be a fear of taking action because of a feeling of not knowing what’s imagined or what’s false. There could be an issue of giving up too soon or simply surrendering to whatever’s supposed to happen. There could also be an issue of manipulating other people to do the hard work in order to avoid getting to work oneself.

Examples: Napoleon I, Charles Manson, Vladimir Lenin, Amanda Bynes, Blake Lively, Meryl Streep, Clint Eastwood, Michelangelo

[akindplace]

A personal post about Christmas.

My dad, the first and probably the most abusive man in my life was born on the 25th. Since my parents separated, I was to spend every Christmas with him. My only relief was visiting my grandfather and great-aunt who were always so kind to me. We would later go on to other parties and as the youngest cousin by decades, I was always alone.

I would have to endure every type of abuse from my dad all night, and I could never stop him because "it's Christmas and it's his birthday! How dare you talk back to your father?". Every year the abuse got worse and worse.

I eventually started hating Christmas and everything involving it. My grandfather died. My great-aunt died. And I felt like I lost the only happiness I had on Christmas.

As an adult, I stopped seeing my dad on Christmas and would often spend it completely alone, most of the time bored, lonely and crying.

Until I decided that reassigning meaning to my Christmas was the thing to do. This year I made this holiday my own. I bought presents for who I love most and allowed myself to feel joy. I allowed myself not to feel grief for the dead, instead enjoying our memories and knowing that I still carry them with me wherever I go. They are not forgotten.

My dad texted me today and told me I was a disappointment. And I didn't let it ruin my Christmas Eve. Because this day is not about him. It is about whatever meaning I chose to give it, and if I wanted to have a calm day, sing in the shower, eat good food and meditate, that was what I was going to do. I enjoyed the decorations. I said merry Christmas and I truly meant it and I truly felt merry when people sent me their wishes.

For the first time, after a lot of therapy and unpacking all of the abuse, I had a Christmas that was not about my dad's birthday and his abusive behavior or the trauma I got from it.

It was a holiday for my joy only. And I know now that joy means different things to different people. We should do what feels best for us at our holidays. Traditions don't have to be followed all the time. What matters is that the joy you feel is real, that you find you own happiness and peace if you celebrate Christmas.

I decided it's time to celebrate it this year. In my own way. And it was amazing. And peaceful. No matter the abuse from the past or his attempts to control me and manipulate me in the present. Christmas is not about my dad's birthday being an excuse for him to treat me like I am nothing.

Christmas is what I want it to be. And I wanted it to be just the way it was: peaceful. Quiet. Joyful. Loving. Nourishing for my body, mind and soul. Wholesome for the relationships I have. I am so glad I gave Christmas a whole new meaning. And you can do it too. Don't let traditions, toxic family or commercialism ruin it for you. Make this day your own. Better yet, make every day your own.

Lots of love,

From a very sleepy Liv.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. To those having a hard time. To those who liked the idea of reassigning meaning to it. To those still struggling. To those who are too tired because it's the end of the year. To those who feel too sick. To those who had to deal with toxic environments and disrespect. And to those who had just another regular day.

[lavendermin]

if all stars fell at once (3) | xiao

pairing | xiao/reader

word count | 3.8k

genre | fluff, light angst, developing relationship, overall domestic

warnings | eventual smut, nightmares

Dark and suffocating. Every corner had entities reaching to restrain you. You were panicked, running down unknown streets despite lead-heavy legs— despite not being able to scream. Like a thick syrup, the stress crept into your chest, filling your lungs as your eyes darted back and forth looking for an answer, a way out.

This warped reconstruction of memories and experiences with sinister manifestations was never ending. A second weighed on you like a century; trapped in the box of dreams conjured by your mind.

The Sea of Clouds was nothing more than a desolate wasteland. Buildings you'd known for years looked unsettling with details that were a little off— stairs that led to nowhere, the shadowy forms that lurked in the deepest corners of your peripheral vision… This was the inescapable circumstance of the environment your mind constructed. Like a labyrinth of the mind that left a sense of impending peril. Though there wasn’t a soul that could be found in any of the deepest recesses of the harbor, there was an ever-present feeling of being followed— watched.

Something was after you. Down deserted streets and abandoned alleyways the ambiguous figures followed you. By the ominous presence of a colorless sky above the harbor, you knew anything encountered here would not seek to be well-intentioned. And still knowing this was nothing but a nightmare, there was always something that filled you with paralyzing trepidation at finding out what fate awaited you if the evil entities consumed you.

Fear of the unknown.

It was always like this. Yet you could never stop the suffocating dread that enveloped your form and drove you forward as adrenaline fueled your heavy limbs.

With legs fighting to continue forward, you take a sharp turn to increase the distance between yourself and the malevolent figures inching closer.

‘I’m scared.’ But your thoughts echoed helplessly around you.

The entities dripped with malice, pouring out of cracks in the buildings and trudging through the stone paths. No longer holding a cohesive form, they began to merge and fight to walk over each other to reach the nightmare’s victim.

You tightly squeezed your eyes shut, body seized with recoiling anxiety. But nothing came. Instead, there was a gentle hand that placed itself on your shoulder.

‘I’m here,’ Xiao’s voice reassured. He pulled you towards him, delicately holding you in a protective embrace. There was an immediate shift in the air around you. ‘I won’t allow them to hurt you anymore.’

Behind him, you could begin to see the harbor chip away into ashen particles that glowed wispily. The dark entities seemed to melt away, seeping into the cracks and grooves of the cobblestone like a murky syrup.

Your body became light and airy in his hold, and you wanted nothing more than to stay in his safety for all eternity. Now more at ease, you slowly raised your clouded gaze to meet his golden irises, firm and reassuring.

‘May this nightmare release you from its hold.’

Tenderly, Xiao pressed his lips to your forehead and the crumbling mind-space around you was forgotten. It was as if the nightmare was unraveled and recondensed within the palm of his hand, and left you feeling like a wave of drowsiness settled in to fill it’s absence. Everything went blank, feeling like you succumbed to another slumber within your slumber.

Euphoric and warm. Finally, peace found you for a restful sleep.

—

Distant hums of mourning doves and the tranquil drips of raindrops playing melodies on puddle surfaces greeted Qingce Village as morning settled in. The sky was grey yet maintained bright as the sun still managed to break through much of the condensed clouds. The sluggish morning greeted you with a breath of ease.

With a stretch and a yawn, you peered one eye open. Across the room, you spotted Xiao seated against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as his head slowly nodded off to the side. He was dozing off, if not already asleep. Had he stayed the whole night? You clutched the warm blankets a little tighter around your cozied-up form, eyes fluttering shut to try and recall your dream.

...Nothing.

No matter how much you tried to recall anything, even the vague feeling of the dream, ultimately you were left empty-handed. Though it wouldn’t be the first time that you woke up being unable to recall a dream, this time felt deliberate. There was a distinct feeling lingering in the back of your mind you couldn’t quite describe. You could only imagine that it meant the nightmare was eaten as Xiao mentioned.

You glanced back over at the dozed off yaksha, his face peaceful and loose stands endearingly strewn about his face. When he had first mentioned dream eating a few nights ago, you got the feeling he was a little reluctant to do so. Despite his usual calm, aloof demeanor, there was some body language you learned to pick up on. Xiao is never one to lie to you, as he is curt and blunt in his own polite way, so you could only hope he wasn’t putting himself in danger with this.

You force the spiral of thoughts away before it festers any longer. No use getting in your head about it. It would only worry you sick if you kept deliberating. And much like Xiao is straightforward, perhaps you, too, should just ask him about it. You’d think about it.

With quiet movements so as to not disturb the sleeping adeptus, you waddled over draped in warm covers to put around him.

‘He looks really tuckered out,’ you noted, brows furrowing ever so slightly with momentary worry.

The moment you crouched down to brush a strand of hair out of his face, his hand quickly shot out to grab your wrist. His golden eyes opened frantically, narrowing momentarily at the sudden disturbance only to be met with your startled whimper and remorseful expression.

“I–I’m sorry to scare you awake!” you apologized hurriedly. Upon seeing it was only you and not an enemy, his expression returned to a more neutral state as he released his deafening grip on your wrist. “I thought you might be cold sitting on the floor so… I…”

Xiao wordlessly eyed the large blanket that practically swallowed your entire form and trailed behind you. It made you look so tiny in comparison.

He eyed the way your fingers absentmindedly massaged where he gripped with a little too much force. Concern settled in, and his gloved fingers gently reached out to check the tender flesh.

“Your wrist— did I injure you?” His eyes searched your face intently for any hint of pain or discomfort.

It only tingled, the prior pressure lingering and slowly subsiding. You shook your head, gingerly draping half of the blanket over him and huddling up next to him. He didn’t protest the gesture, the gentleness of your actions becoming something Xiao’s grown fond of.

You offered him a reassuring smile. “No, I’m okay. I startled you pretty badly… Were you having a bad dream?”

He hummed, pensive as he leaned his head back to thump softly against the wall. “Adepti don’t dream. When a mortal dream is consumed, it lingers in fragments that soon disappear not long after. I can only briefly be part of that dream as a means to get rid of it, so it’s as close to dreaming as I can experience.”

Perhaps dreams were akin to adeptal realms, and he left such inferences at that. His only goal was to rid you of the nightmares that resurfaced as of late.

“I see...” You contemplated, both perplexed and enthralled by this ability Xiao had proven to possess. And though you didn’t actually witness it, the inability to remember last night’s dream was proof enough that it worked. “So, does that mean you got rid of one of my nightmares?”

“Yes. It’s fragments are mostly gone.”

With a looming sense of guilt, you asked, “Are they scary? The nightmares, I mean.”

“No,” he responded without second thought. Considering his past— the likes of which you were still vastly unfamiliar with— any nightmares he had consumed were few and far in between. “Nightmares are conjured by the mortal mind as visual human fears. Often adepti will not be able to experience this except for myself through dreams I consume, but I’m not afraid of what I encounter. No matter what I see, I know it’s only an illusion. The feeling of the dream only lingers similar to the taste of food.”

You felt like a curious child; asking too many questions about something that piqued your interest. Still, Xiao entertained you all the same, answering your questions about dream eating with all the patience in the world. It made for a nice morning chat on such a drowsy day made to be spent huddled under warm covers.

The sparkling glint your eyes held as you hung on every word, or the way your soft, pink lips parted slightly with a silent gasp as he elaborated— it never tired him. It made his chest ache sweetly with that recurring feeling. Perhaps if his range of emotions were similar to yours, he would be smiling like he biggest love-struck fool right now.

“So, think about it, okay?” You finished with a beaming grin.

Oh. You had been talking. How long had he been distracted? He can’t even remember the last thing you said, too busy sorting out his mind. The adeptus could only blink confusedly at you as you stood up, hands on your hips lacking admonishment with the amused smile that quirked the edges of your lips up.

Rare was the moment you would catch the highly-attentive Conqueror of Demons off guard. Though his face remained neutral, you didn’t miss the momentary bewilderment in his eyes when he wasn’t sure how to respond. You took that as cue that his mind had momentarily drifted elsewhere.

“I said I wanted to repay you for helping me with the nightmare issue, but you seemed distracted. Did you fall asleep with your eyes open?” you jokingly teased as you waved your hand in front of his face.

Xiao averted his gaze, lightly scoffing, “Don’t be absurd. Adepti have no need for sleep. And payment isn’t necessary— I did this because I wanted to.”

There are many things you know about Xiao, and perhaps twice as many more things you had yet to learn about him. Your knowledge was already far surpassing what most mortals knew of him, but your advantage lay within the boundaries of a more personal relationship with an adeptus— a true rarity indeed. However, the subtle shade of scarlet twinging his ears as he hid his composed facade behind dark teal hair… there was no doubting it, much to his unvoiced chagrin.

Ah, you noted, so he’s embarrassed.

A relationship, unclearly defined by little gestures and subtlety in words that were mere whispers of deeper pining. There were complex feelings at hand, but the universe would show kindness and move for you both at the pace needed to meet each other halfway. Not rushed, but never stagnant. It was achingly slow and sweet to share moments of vulnerability among each other, here within walls that weren’t privy to prying eyes. And it was moments like this that fell into a rhythm— a wavelength— that seemed to pull an invisible string connecting you both together.

You didn’t tease him for the embarrassed pinks on his cheek, and for that he was grateful.

“Still, I want to do something for you.” You stopped him before he could protest, turning at the door frame of your washroom. “I’m doing this because I want to. It can be anything you want, as long as it makes you happy.”

With that, the door clicked shut and he was left with his lips parted in quiet bewilderment. Distant sounds of running water filled the deafening silence as he sat back with a deep sigh. Adepti are the ones relied on for favors and wishes. How strange— to have a mortal so readily offer to fulfil an adeptus’s curiosities with your limited capabilities. To bring him happiness… Something he didn’t see any benefit in, nor did he think he was capable of feeling happiness.

Xiao thought deeper into it, analyzing what exactly it was that filled him with a strange unease. Something that made him happy…

Happiness. He scoffed at himself at the mere thought. He was made to kill, to defend the land by any means necessary. His happiness… It was never a factor in his contract. It played no greater role in how swiftly he cut down blighted monsters. Happiness was not the weapon he relied on in the face of evil he vanquished. So, why was he giving himself a headache trying to figure out what made him feel happiness? An emotion he wasn’t very familiar with to begin with.

Here you were, showing— what? Mortal arrogance? No. His perceptiveness as an adepti was far too knowing, and perhaps the truth was what puzzled him more. What you showed him was genuine kindness, and perhaps a shred of naivete you clung onto.

He found himself warm with amusement when he thought about it— about how you treated him like you would any human. Where most would tremble at the sight of him or treat him with the reverent idolization that mortals do, you were instead treating him like one would a close friend. And maybe, if it were anyone else, he would see it as blatant disrespect. But if it’s you— since it’s you, he oddly sees no reason to raise a fuss about it despite himself.

It was a nice change of pace to feel at ease around you. A lighthearted reverie of mundane human life, and a moment of freedom from the heartache that burdened him as an adeptus.

Languidly, he scanned the room with unfocused amber eyes, your distant hums echoing in a muffled melody from beyond the other room. The glaze lilies from the other night had been moved to the desk by a window, the closed buds subtly glowing as they picked up on muffled hums of wordless songs and opened up shyly to your song.

Much like it’s difficult to find the right harmony favored by the delicate flower, Xiao wondered what made you bloom… and decided he would find happiness in figuring out your melody.

——

You blinked, mouth wordlessly opening and closing just the same. The words even made you fumble with your needle as you were stitching some intricate embroidery.

Finally gaining some composure, you cleared your throat but still ended up stuttering out, “W–Wait, I– Um– Could you…run that by me again?”

He had returned later that same day, when the moon was high in the sky and fireflies illuminated the still fields of Qingce with their soft glow. Seated patiently across from you, Xiao held your gaze firmly with arms folded across his chest.

“I’d like for you to enlighten me more about mortal emotions. If I want to get to know you better, I can’t avoid being a bit more knowledgeable about them.”

The way he held your gaze firmly and with undeniable resolve meant he truly deliberated this for a while, though you hadn’t expected him to actually come forward so quickly. Truth be told, you expected him to take on an adeptus stance and simply pay you no mind.

With a softer voice, he added, “Consider it the one thing you can do for me. I want to… understand you. Fully.”

“A–Ah, I see. Okay, so I did hear you right the first time.” You were already starting to put away your materials. Better to avoid any mistakes while your mind was taking a second to refocus. “Well, it’s… it’s a bit of a broad topic, and I’m no Sumeru professor. But, I’ll still give it my best.”

Dealing with a battle-hardened warrior in an area they were unsure of was a little intimidating. But, you’ve seen moments where Xiao has shown you a gentler side, one more tender and soft. It gave you hope that things would come naturally to him over time. More than anything, your heart was taking the heat of the nerves. There was just… so much and yet so little to emotions— taken for granted when they were embedded into you without much second thought. It was a little dizzying to figure out how to best help him comprehend things he hasn’t experienced much.

You shook your spiraling thoughts away before they over-complicated themselves and made you short-circuit. “So, uhm, are there any specific emotions you don’t fully comprehend?”

Xiao hummed, eyes closed and brows slightly scrunched as he racked his brain. In the end he came up empty. “I’m not sure. I’ll leave it up to you.”

With a slow nod, you pieced together possible ways to go about this. For the span of time you knew him, Xiao always expressed his puzzlement with how humans worked— not out of disdain, but rather voicing his disconnect with them. To hear him want to finally break the surface rather than choose his usual path of avoidance, was surprising to you in every way.

Still, humans are social creatures by nature and such interactions are what sparks the reactive emotions as a result. You were positive his curiosity didn’t warrant the desire to be put head first in a sea of emotional enigmas. He wasn’t a ‘people person’— something you knew all too well. This desire to learn was something Xiao allowed himself to entrust you with. You and you only.

“I have no desire to figure out how every mortal works,” he explained, hoping it would help narrow down your jumbled thoughts. His voice lowered just a fraction— volume just above a whisper meant for you alone to hear. “Understanding you alone is enough for me to work with. Don’t overthink it.”

There was an undeniable heat that twinged your cheeks. Xiao was looking to unravel your feelings for him without even knowing it. But there was a slight excitement you felt at the idea of the dense yaksha in front of you figuring out what the ties that wound you both together meant. There was plenty to explore.

“Alright, well,” you started, “What I think you need is just… experience. On a human level. Maybe then some things will click easier.”

He felt the warmth of your hand as you sidled over next to him, hand reassuringly placed over his gloved one. Xiao nodded slowly, a little apprehensive at the prospect of needing to adjust his perspective.

You cleared your throat, anxious to be prying more into his personal being. “So, what makes you happy, Xiao?”

There was a brief pause, the gears visibly turning in his head as his brows knit together. He was left staring blankly at you. “Could you… explain?”

“Oh, right… Sorry,” you apologized. “It’s whatever makes you feel… uhm, pleasant. Like a warm, sunny feeling in your entire being. Sometimes it makes you smile or laugh, but in the end always leaves you feeling satisfied for a fleeting moment and then everything doesn’t seem so bad— no matter how much you’ve endured. It makes things worth the effort.”

“I see,” he nodded slowly. “What makes you happy?”

Avoiding the question— though it’s not like you expected him to answer easily. Some examples would probably help him understand best and you reasoned this would be a very hands-on learning experience for him in the end, anyway.

“Me? Hm…” You pondered it a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with the adepti amulet he gifted you. “Sitting under the stars. It’s one of my favorite moments of peace under the calm of the dark sky… The world around us shifts every moment that passes, but it’s a comfort that the stars remain a constant when I look up for hope to get me through another day.”

There was a distant look in your eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by Xiao. However, something about the delicacy of the moment told him now wasn’t the moment to prod into the heaviness that weighed on your heart. There was a reason you were still here, much like him— your will to go on became your greatest strength. You visibly snapped out of your musings, a rosy hue high on your cheekbones.

“Sorry for… that— Where was I? Oh, right. It’s not too hard to find something that makes you happy if it’s something you like doing. Reading books, the people I love and care about, the colors of the sky as the sun sets— all of these make me happy, too.”

The subtle embarrassment that tensed your shoulders at first was subsiding, settling into comfortable conversation. Maybe it’s the attentive way Xiao sat with his face propped on his fist, expression relaxed as he took in every little detail you gave— it was hard to feel flustered for long.

He leaned back against the wall, his arms folding over his chest as he exhaled from the effort it took to think long and hard about what sparked some form of happiness in him.

“And if I were to say that what brings me happiness is you,” Xiao starts, his amber eyes glowing subtly as they focused on you, “what would be your response?”

There would be many ways you could respond, but the instant the words registered in your head you were suddenly at a loss for words.

“T–That would depend… on what you consider me,” you stuttered out, voice slowly growing meeker under his burning gaze. The moment of silence as he hummed in thought felt like it lasted an eternity, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.

“I consider you my person.”

Your plush lips were left parted in quiet awe, eyes glittering like the sky you so dearly loved as they visibly widened. Any words you were going to stumble over were cut off when soft lips pressed at your cheek. The tender revelation didn’t need words, as Xiao was a man of communicating best through actions. Both mortal and immortal sat in the stillness of the room with matching rosy cheeks adorning their features.

“You…” The heat in your face seemed to match the intensity of the ache in your chest. “Kissing me so freely… You want my heart to stop, don’t you.” But you were smiling as you buried your face into his shoulder to hide the increasing redness on your cheeks.

Xiao shrugged, “You do it all the time.”

...Screw it.

Any other lighthearted remark he was about to say was cut off by your lips silencing him in a rushed kiss. It was hasty and sweet, your eyes tightly shut as you chose to respond in actions like he did. Golden irises widened briefly before fluttering shut, letting the feeling lead.

It was warm— the feeling in his chest, the shy innocence reddening his face, the gloved hand that settled on top of yours as it tenderly cupped one of his cheeks. Here before him you bloomed so beautifully that it made his heart ache and his mind go blank momentarily. Yes, he was positively sure of it now.

You made him happy.

[sweetlyocs]

I’m here for Cuddles

: Baekhyun has the sniffles and Zhouxia misses her leader

Her groupmates were many things, talented, strong, pretty, tallish and most of all, dramatic. SuperM was dramatic.

When Baekhyun woke up with a slight sniffle days before their American tour things got slightly out of hand, meaning their leader was currently locked in his room and barricaded in with the use of pool lounge chairs and their empty suitcases.

Things were being passed to him through a system of ways and whilst it had been funny at first, Zhouxia was beginning to feel bad for him. Well aware that his sniffle had been a cause of the lot of them blasting their ac and constantly going between the heated and humid environment outside to their cold rooms her voiced seemed to be lost in the commotion.

“Hyung! Are you still infected?” came the laughter of Taeyong and Taemin, the two found his situation quite funny

“I would be feeling a lot better if you would let me out so I could use the bathroom” came out Baekhyun’s voice, watching from the pool, as she got some sun Zhouxia shook her head.

It had been almost four hours now since they had locked their leader in isolation, as Zhouxia stood making herself and now her extremely drowsy member a snack, she clicked her fingers in front of his face to grab his attention she shifted slightly on her feet

“How long do you think we’re going to keep him in there all alone oppa?” Tilting his head, Kai softly smiled at the girl, it had been a running joke to start and it was all in good nature but he could tell the youngest wasn’t enjoying the joke as much as the rest of them walking around the house.

“We’ll bring him out for dinner, he’s probably just taking a nap or watching a video now anyway” as she slid his food towards him, humming in understanding she walked to the fridge pulling out two bottles of water and a juice.

“I’m going to go take him something to eat, and try and get my suitcase back so I can repack all my clothes that were so nicely left on the floor…”

As Zhouxia walked outside, she smiled watching her three NCT members laughing and joking, doing her best to keep her presence quiet she shuffled to the door connecting the pool to her leaders room.

Knocking, she watched as Baekhyun rolled off the bed and came closer to the door, signalling to be quiet he laughed as he watched her try and balance everything in her hands

“Came to drop off some supplies I see?”

“No, I’m here for cuddles, now let me in before I get tackled by one of your unruly kids” Moving to the side he was quick to close the door and pull the light curtain closed before turning around to watch her

“You know, they won’t like you ruining their fun by sneaking in here” she shrugged her shoulders and opened the juice bottle before handing it to the older

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them, plus it was boring without you oppa”

Baekhyun had grown to notice that Zhouxia was a very affectionate person, she thrived off skinship, but she also wasn’t the type to initiate it unless it was with someone she was immensely comfortable with. But she tried

Sitting in silence as he ate, Zhouxia allowed her mind to wander, thinking about their new comeback/debut, she wondered if this was how Mark always felt having to go through the stress of it all the time.

Baekhyun shifted onto the bed, laying on his back with his eyes closed, he reached his hand to grasp hers, tugging her until she laid down next to him

“I think my makane promised cuddles and I hope she intends to keep that promise” the warmth in his tone made her feel an odd sense of calm and comfort, it was the feeling she got when Kun patted her head when she was sick and it reminded her of late night conversations with Hendery.

Byun Baekhyun felt safe, he felt warm, he felt like home in a sense and it comforted her beyond words.

Snuggling into his chest, she felt him enclose her and hold her tightly, she didn’t know when she fell asleep but it was one of the most calming sleeps she had encountered for a while

 ~~~~~~~~~

BONUS

“Hyung, do you know where Xia is? Yangyang lost something and apparently the only person to know where it could be is her” Kai lifted his gaze towards Ten and shrugged his shoulders slightly in indifference

“She took food to Baekhyun a few hours ago, I thought she would’ve gone to hang out with you guys since she didn’t come back”

Mark came rushing into the living room, with the biggest smile, pulling everyones attention to him

“You would not believe the cutest photo I just took in Baekhyun hyung’s room, you need to come see this”

Before he was able to finish his sentence, footsteps rushed into the hallway, followed by phones clicking and hushed squeals

[turtle-steverogers]

Hiya Mikey!! Have a thought:

Steve learned ballet when he was still seen as Rose Rogers. He hadn't been as fragile back then, because he wouldn't get polio until he was twelve. After he started responding to Steve and nothing else, his ballet teacher refused to teach him.

When he got the serum, his body was physically capable of ballet again, but Steve was terrified. It had taken so long for people to stop seeing him as feminine, and what if they stopped because ballet was for girls?

It wasn't until he met Natasha that he tried ballet again. Natasha proved that ballet can be something other than feminine. Quiet moments in his apartment when he was certain no one would come knocking is when he practiced. He enrolled in online ballet courses, and if his fighting style became a tad bit more graceful, nobody noticed.

For a long while after Bucky came back, Steve hid ballet from him. He knew that Bucky had been the first to call him Steve and nothing else, but he was still terrified. He could still hear his ballet teacher scorning him for "idiotic fantasies about being a boy". Eventually, Bucky walked in on Steve practicing. Bucky waited until he finished the dance, then began clapping. Steve cried.

OH. MY. GOD.

Yes. Everything about this, yes.

And the hardest part for Steve was when he did it before he got sick, he really thrived in there! He was quiet and shy before he got sick, and home wasn't exactly a place he often wanted to be because of his father. But the dance studio offered him a place to exist with others in a calm and easy environment and he was good at it.

"Beautiful arches," his instructor would say. "And that turn out is magnificent-- you're a natural. Some extra work on your ankle strength, and we'll have you en pointe in no time."

Art was Steve's safe place, and dance and drawing weren't so different in his head. Each took a steady rhythm-- each took bits of his soul and bared it to the world, and he felt free whether he was bent over with some stubby graphite pencils or working his way seamlessly across the floor.

So when he got sick and that was taken away from him, he grieved. He grieved for the air that seemed to be breathed into his lungs when he was dancing, and he grieved for the person he felt like he was in that studio. Someone likable. Someone easy. Someone with worth.

He'd watch the boys in there and wish his body could look like that-- wish he could be addressed like that.

"Backs straight, gentlemen!" And Steve ached to be on the receiving end of that, but of course, he always heard "Ladies!"

And when he finally comes into himself, a century and a lifetime of new pains later, the old, familiar pain of his calves stretching and his thighs burning is welcome. It's like home.

He's graceful in a way that knows no constraints-- man or woman, he is allowed to be beautiful. And Bucky tells him this as he takes him into his arms, soothes away his tears, lets him know that he can have this now. He can take this, for himself. He deserves it.

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

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

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

[dreamcatcherjiah]

PART 10

💞Tight Hearts (Idol!Hoseok x Reader)

Plot: The red string of fate was visible when our grandparents were children. They would play around, following the strings from one person to their soulmate and laugh happily when these two people inevitably found each other. It was a reason for happiness. But little by little, people stopped seeing the threads. In bad times, it was dangerous, it was a liability, so people stopped seeing them to protect each other from harm. When I was born, nobody saw them anymore, they just felt their soulmate. Anxiety, happiness, sorrow, love, the hearts of the soulmates are one, feel the same things, but it is almost impossible to find your soulmate, now that the threads cannot be seen.

Tight Hearts Masterlist

Part 10

Organising how many cars you would take became easier as this time there were eight people to be taken to Big Hit’s headquarters. Taehyung and Jungkook had shown up in the kitchen while you were on the shower and, just as you were turning the corner into the room, finished cleaning after eating. Apparently, their routine hadn’t changed a bit with you intruding in them. After another awkward round of introductions and some whispered greetings, Namjoon took the lead again and divided everyone into pairs to get into the cars when he got the go from the manager. Hoseok, always thoughtful, had charged your phone thinking that you would like to call in sick and tell everyone you were feeling okay and you hadn’t dropped half dead in the middle of some street… Which you had, but no one needed to know the full, gory details. Smiling, you didn’t think much of it as you rolled into the balls of your feet and pressed a small kiss to the apple of his cheek. Boastful peels of laughter surrounded the both of you as his bandmates witnessed the public display of affection, causing you to blush and hide your face in your hands; getting used to this noisy group of men was going to take some getting used to, more with their new hobby of making every little thing Hoseok or you did into the funniest joke they’d ever heard. Chancing a look at your soulmate, you relaxed seeing how he had taken the loud teasing in a good-natured way and was just hugging a laughing Taehyung to his chest. The environment around these men was refreshing, calming your anxious thoughts and bringing the first real smile that your soulmate hadn’t put in your lips. 

“Will you look at that! She can smile too!” Namjoon teased, throwing an arm around your shoulders and giving you a little shake, “I was starting to think this was going to be awkward once Jin Hyung ran out of jokes to tell you, Y/N. I know they’re bad but you can stop laughing after he drops the punchline, he likes you already!”

“YA!” Screamed the eldest, “she likes my jokes! And,” he added, turning his eyes on you and seeing how you still smiled genuinely at him, “I am not running out. They’re my natural talent, I was born with both my jokes and my handsome face,” he finished taking his hand in a grand gesture to his mouth and throwing a flamboyant air kiss in yours and Namjoon’s general direction. 

Jungkook threw himself at Jin and hung himself from the bigger man like an overgrown koala. The room descended into chaos as both of them play-fought and the rest of the guys either went for their phones to record the mock wrestling match or cheered them on. In the midst of their voices and bodies, Hoseok made his way towards you and took your hand in his. His presence did a good job of getting rid of any residual uneasiness you may have been feeling, the same way yours did away with Hoseok’s nervousness. You realised that part of what you had been feeling came from the man standing slightly behind you; even before the two of you met in person, you had noticed how he’d always put on a brave front, smiling even when his whole body wanted him to collapse and, perhaps without him knowing, he had relapsed into the same old routine: mask what he was feeling behind his happy-go-lucky persona. 

“Hey,” you whispered, keeping an eye out for the other six men in the room, you didn’t need them noticing such a private moment, “relax, whatever they say there, they’re not taking me anywhere,” you noticed as his body relaxed, his shoulders dropping a few inches, as the words registered in his brain, “whatever works for us.”

With a small tilt in the corner of his mouth, his hand tightened around yours and, as the rest of his brothers calmed down and Namjoon gave the last instructions, got closer to you until not only your hands were touching, but your arms as well. You fantasised with allowing your head to rest a while on his shoulder, breathing deeply and calmly so both of you relaxed a bit before facing what felt like a court that would decide on your future. Coming back to reality, you straightened your treacherous neck, which was nearly about to give into your secret wishes, and turning your head in his direction, smiled at how he was already looking at you. His eyes formed crescents, his feet started moving and he took you, hand in hand, to the car. 

Once the car door closed behind you, Hoseok put his arm around you, helping you get comfortable against his chest so that your head rested on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you felt as every last cell of your body tuned itself to Hoseok’s and you could finally breath again. His hand settled atop your head, his fingers buried deep, caressing your scalp and following the tresses of your hair to return again with its sweet ministrations.

“Thank you,” whispered Hoseok.

Not wanting to move and disturb the spell surrounding you both, you only hummed and nudged your cheek closer to his collarbone, as a way of asking him what he meant.

“They love you already, Namjoonie is so comfortable around you, even Yoongi Hyung told me while you were in the shower that I had found an excellent one… That’s a lot for him to say after such a short time, you know?” His voice was quiet, almost as if he had realised something and was at peace with it, “you didn’t have to be so accommodating, so trusting, and yet here we are. Just thank you.”

Throwing your arm around his torso, you hugged him as tight as you could and moved your head so that you could see him resting your chin against his collarbone.

“I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I would trust you with my life. No questions asked,” you chuckled darkly. At his raised eyebrow, you explained, “Does it feel like that for you too? Is it as natural for you as it is for me, the fact that I could very easily die to protect you?” After his nod, you laughed and continued talking, “This would drive my parents insane, if they knew.”

“You haven’t told them yet?” He asked, his hand stilling in your head. You could see some of the previous tension sweeping back into him and you hurried to make it disappear again.

“If these feelings of inadequacy I am sensing come from you, please, believe me when I say that it has nothing to do with me not wanting them to meet you. It’s just they’re not the typical parents. They wanted me to be independent since I was very young and now we aren’t really close.”

“But Y/N, not being close and saying that they would go insane if they found out you had a soulmate are two very different things,” he said, frowning. 

You sat up, pouting and looked at him through your eyelashes. He kept eye contact with you, matching your pout and crossing his arms over his chest. Huffing, you sat back and looked ahead while you mulled over what to say to him, what to tell him so that you’d satiate his curiosity.

“You know soulmates are little more than a myth nowadays, right?” You asked, he nodded and raised his eyebrow at you, so you’d continue, “While I was still living with them, my father was very vocal about what his thoughts on the bond were, he would say that us soulmates were mere parasites and that it was all a ploy from the government to rob us of our freedom…”

An indignant little shout reached you at the same time you felt Hoseok jump and turn to face you. His face was hard, set, his lips pouting while his cheeks and ears turned red with agitation. From the moment the topic was brought up, you knew Hoseok wasn’t going to like what you had to say. Everyone, absolutely every person in the world who knew what soulmates were, had an opinion on the matter; good or bad, that usually depended on the case and the personal experiences of every individual but, more often than not, people were VERY vocal about what a pity it was that soulmates were dying out. “With technology as advanced as it is today,” they’d say, “it is just sad that a system to find linked soulmates hasn’t been developed,” with a mellow smile, they would just continue about with their days and forget about the issue altogether. Which you, soulmates, couldn’t do. 

“I do not mean to badmouth your father, but that is such a simplistic thought process,” he said, dropping back against the seats. “To think that we have a choice in the matter is just plain ludicrous, and to imply that the government is trying to control people by making them match with their soulmates just shows how little information there really is about the bond. We aren’t like that, you and I.”

He reached for you, with his eyes closed and a troubled look on his face. You simply gravitated towards him, burying yourself against his puffy jacket, linking your arms around him. He sought comfort in knowing you were there, close to him and not leaving. 

“No, we are not,” you said, tightening your hold on his torso when a wave of worry and apprehension reached you through the bond, “but people don’t really know that. We are the only pair of soulmates I know of, it kinda is uncharted territory.”

“I don’t care how little they know as long as you get to keep me,” Hoseok whispered, so softly you thought you heard him wrong.

The thought made you stop all your musings and actually think about what your soulmate said. You would have expected to say something along the lines of “I can keep you” or “we can stay together”, but the sole thought of you possessing him, Hoseok, your sweet, caring and incredibly famous soulmate, made you feel a huge lump in your throat. 

“If I get to keep you?” You asked, looking up at him and finding him already looking at you.

“I can feel your uneasiness, maybe that was way over the line…” his insecurities were rolling off of him in waves, so strong it nearly gave you whiplash. Seeing how you weren’t answering, he swallowed and continued, “you know how our life is, you’re a fan. We… don’t get to… be normal. We don’t get to go on dates, enjoy the whole “get to know you”, mainly because we never have time. And I know that’s what we wanted but this place we’re in is very lonely. When my grandmother used to tell me about soulmates she would always say how she wholly belonged to my grandfather. As a child that didn’t make much sense, but lately, when my body hurt and I felt how miserable we both were… I just wanted to be yours, to have someone that didn’t always expect me to be okay and would just allow me to be… theirs…”

Somewhere between him saying how lonely he was and telling you he was yours, you had started silently crying, big tears leaving your eyes and staining his jacket. His thumbs suddenly cleaned them off your cheeks, carefully and sweetly, transmitting an incredibly warm feeling that surrounded you both, letting you know without words how sorry he was for making you cry, for overstepping the line he had set himself as his limit. 

“I am so sorry for making you sad,” he whispered, leaving a small kiss between your eyebrows.

“So sweet but so clueless,” you hiccuped. At his pout, you chuckled and threw his arms around his neck. Once your face was hidden safely against his shoulder you told him; “I am so sorry you were feeling lonely. And you don’t have to say sorry for telling me how you feel, ever. I was just taken aback, I would have never imagined you’d want to belong to someone you just met…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I am sorry I sprung this on you,” you tightened your hold on his neck, almost chocking him and making him stop.

“I told you we’re in this together, I’ll have you if you’ll have me. That’s my condition,” his arms finally sneaked around your waist and fused your bodies together, ending with any guilt or inadequacy you may have felt.

“Thank you,” he whispered, nesting his face between your neck and your shoulder.

The rest of the trip to BigHit Headquarters passed in either companionable silence or bursts of laughter, which made time fly and, before you knew it, the cars were entering the company’s underground parking lot.

Your car’s door flew open and the maknae line piled inside, looking frantic only to leave the car as soon as they entered.

“They’re alive and decent, Hyung! We’re good to go!” Screamed Taehyung, his black hair hiding his eyebrows and drawing even more attention to his radiant square smile when he turned to continue teasing Hoseok.

As everyone left their cars and walked towards the elevators, manager Sejin hung back to give you a small plastic card with your name on it. He told you that one was provisional, you’d have to give him a recent picture and your full name so he could make one for you. He put a hand on your shoulder telling you to relax and kept walking, leaving you, Hoseok and the rest of BTS alone to ride the elevators to the CEO’s office. The rest of the managers rode together in a different elevator, leaving the eight of you alone. If someone wanted to comment on how Hoseok and you seemed to be joined at the hip, or how neither of you seemed willing to let go of each other’s hands, no one said a word. 

“We are going to be there with you both the whole time,” said Seokjin, giving you a sweet smile, “if you hear something you don’t like or don’t agree with, don’t be afraid to speak up. We’ll all back you up.”

“But,” you doubted, until Hoseok tightened his hold on your hand to let you know it was okay, “won’t you get in trouble with the company?”

Jin huffed and looked at you as if you were the most innocent person in the world.

“I…” he started.

“DON’T FOLLOW WHAT THE AGENCY SAYS,” completed the rest of the men, as if they were so used to hearing that same sentence that they couldn’t help completing it themselves.

It served you all to relief the tension as you all dissolved into peals of laughter and you let yourself rest against Hobi’s body. His warmth was a balm for your nerves and, as the door opened to ease you all into the big hall, you felt so much more supported than you had ever felt in your life. These seven tall men, would have your back.

Nocking on the light wooden door and being allowed in, you followed Namjoon and Hoseok and found yourself face to face with a small, smiling woman who wrapped her arms around your shoulders. After a few seconds you realised the woman was Hoseok’s mother, his father and sister standing a bit behind the woman hugging you, next to a bigger man that can’t be any other than Bang PDnim. They smiled at you and Hoseok’s father neared him to give him a light slap on the shoulder.

“Welcome,” said the CEO to all standing, “I thought we’d be more comfortable sitting on the sofas, I prepared some light sweets in case you haven’t had any breakfast,” he focused now on you and smiled. “It’s so nice to meet finally meet you, Y/N. I was so sorry not to meet you yesterday, but I thought it would be better to let you rest. Please sit down and we’ll talk for a bit, then you’ll go with the boys so they show you around and practice for an hour or two. Is that alright?” He asked the rest of the room. When he got a positive answer out of them, he stirred them in the direction of a set of comfortable looking couches at the side of the room.

Hoseok’s mother sat next to you, leaving the other side free so Hoseok could sit next to you, placing your joined hands on his thigh.

“Y/N dear, how did you sleep, you look so refreshed, your cheeks look so lovely blushed!” You laughed and thank the woman, “call me Eomoni, dear”, you wouldn’t tell her your cheeks looked red because her son and you had had a heart to heart in the car, as it seemed was your thing these days, and you had cried your eyes out. 

“These two couldn’t stay more than a couple feet apart, eomoni,” said Jimin, “so I offered them my bed so they could keep their distance.”

“Yeah, ‘cause yesterday they would go ‘woohoo’ if they touched,” laughed Jungkook, around a mouthful of banana cake.

Remembering the terrible bumbling messes the both of you became the prior day, your whole face turned beet red and you hid your face against Hoseok’s shoulder.

“As you can see,” added Yoongi, “they don’t start drooling when they touch anymore.”

Another fit of laughter raised from the group and your soulmate’s hand caressed the crown of your head as his body shook in silent laughter.

Bang PDnim took control of the ruckus and got all eyes focused on him again.

“First of all I want to welcome you again to the family, Y/N. We are here for you in any capacity, to help and support both you and Hoseok, but you are free to look for outside consultants if you want to for any legal matter. The only thing we ask of you is to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement that you will write with Hoseok and your lawyer, then we will look it over and sign as well,” he waited to see if you had any objection and seeing you didn’t, he continued, “For the time being, we would like you both to visit a doctor so you will be able to go about your everyday life once the bond allows you to be apart…”

“NO!” You shouted, putting yourself between Hoseok and the older man, without thinking. Silence reigned in the room after your outburst, “You’re not going to take him from me, are you? Please, I’ll do anything.”

So focused on Bang PDnim you were that you didn’t see the softening glances of the people around the room, how Namjoon looked down and smiled, letting his dimples show, how Hoseok’s sister smiled at their father and how Jimin and Tae laughed silently. Hoseok was looking at you as if it was his first time seeing you, his eyes never deviating from the little portion of your face he could see and nearly not daring to breath.

“No one is tearing you two apart, Y/N. Our top priority is the wellbeing of the boys and, even if we didn’t care about you, which we do, we would never do something that could make them unhappy,” said the older man, allowing your lungs to release the air they were holding. You relaxed against Hoseok, finally dropping your head on his shoulder. The room then broke into soft conversations, Bang PDnim talking to Hoseok’s parents, the boys unknowingly giving you guys your space. Since you were looking out of a huge window to the side, you didn’t see the look in Hoseok’s eyes as he held you closer to him and kissed the crown of your head.

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[mod-kyoko]

Hello there! My apologies if this has already been requested, but how about Shuichi’s fluff alphabet?

heya, mod kyoko here! of course you can! thank you so much for the request!

your fluff alphabet is down below ⬇️

caution, the picture below may strain your eyes!

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shuichi's fluff alphabet!

a - activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?)

shuichi would enjoy calm, serene activities, like a walk through the park, on a beach, or sitting in the library. however, if you wanted to go somewhere rowdy, like an amusement park or concert, he would still enjoy it. honestly he would put up with nearly anything for you. if you're a rowdy person in general, he wouldn't mind you dragging him all over to do exciting things. in fact, he would find it refreshing!

as for everyday things, he prefers just being in your company. reading a book together, dining together, having deep conversations.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

for shuichi, appearance doesn't matter nearly as much as what's on the inside. that being said, he would admire the optimism in you, or your tenacity. he would appreciate an s/o who can be mature when needed, but also silly. shuichi just thinks your entire personality is beautiful, really.

although, he does love your eyes, too. he would stare into them as you're talking, making sure you know he is listening intently to whatever you're saying. he loves the way your face lights up when you smile or get excited. those are the things that he finds most beautiful about you.

c - comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack?)

shuichi never really had to deal with something like this before, so he kind of just goes based off how he would want to be treated if he was in your place. at the first sign of your discomfort he will ask if you're okay. then he will ask if you need some space. if you say yes, he will leave, after assuring you that if you need something you can come get him anytime.

if you want him to stay, he will ask if you need a hug. he will wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you close to his chest, resting his chin in top of your head. the one thing shuichi always wanted to hear was "everything will be okay," so he makes sure to tell you that as well. he hates to see you sad, but tries to act as calm as possible so his calmness will hopefully spread to you.

d - dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?)

he definitely sees you as a permanent person in his life, and he isn't too worried about where you will be in the future, since he mainly focuses on the present. however, sometimes he fantasizes about marrying you. he imagines what you would look like the moment he proposes, in your wedding dress, eating cake together.

if you dont want to get married, that's fine too! it has never been a huge goal or dream of his. plus, as long as you're together, marriage isn't too important. it's just a name change and a certificate, right? other than marriage, he does think about having children with you. he often wonders what they would look like, and how great of a parent you would be to them.

e - equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

shuichi sees the two of you as completely equal. your thoughts and opinions are just as important, and he always makes sure to include them. he isn't a very dominant person in general, so he would either be passive or somewhere in the middle. he can be assertive when needed, though. shuichi won't let anyone be toxic toward him, including his s/o. but that would be the only time when he would assert himself over you. other than that, he would never allow himself to speak over you or act like he is the "better" person.

f - fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? how are they fighting)

if you were ever to fight with shuichi, it wouldn't be over a petty argument. in those situations he tries his best to listen and apologize, then do his best to fix it. however, if it's a really big fight, he has a bit more difficulty holding himself together. at first, he would cry a little bit. then he would get frustrated. though, he would never ever resort to violence with you. while he might say things he will regret, he tries his absolute hardest not to hurt you.

however, shuichi can and will stand up for himself if need be, he isn't a complete pushover. *little headcanon tangent here*: if you happen to be arguing and he spots toxicity or ab*sive behavior, he will call you out. he is working on self worth and knows what he deserves. good for him :)

g - gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

shuichi sometimes gets caught up in his work and doesn't really see all the things you do for him. but when you're gone, he starts thinking about all the things you do. even small things, like bringing him tea when he is working, or dabbing his forehead with a wet cloth when he is sick. it is easy to not notice all the little things someone does for you, but shuichi is a thinker. if he realizes he maybe hasn't expressed his gratitude enough lately, he will immediately start giving back.

to express his gratitude, he will either tell you outright how thankful he is, or make a gesture. he will probably offer to do all your chores or treat you to dinner wherever you want. he makes sure to do this often so you never forget that he loves you and what you do for him.

h - honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?)

there are only two types of things shuichi would hide from you. one would be some guilty pleasure of his that he has been made fun of for in the past. he tries hard to avoid the judgement of others, even his s/o. the other would be something he thought would potentially hurt you, or something unnecessary for you to know (i.e. he overheard someone talking behind your back). he doesn't like getting involved with drama if it doesn't concern him, and he doesn't want you to waste your time on those petty jerks. plus, he genuinely doesn't think it is something you would want or need to know.

other than that, he tries his hardest to tell you the truth all the time. he knows from firsthand experience how detrimental lying can be to a relationship, and he cherishes you way to much to jeopardize it.

i - inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or help them overcome personal problems?)

this one is a big yes! you gave shuichi a reason to make self improvements! before you came along, he didn't realize he had such room for change (the good kind). for example, shuichi didn't realize his self worth until you started expressing your love for him. he finally realized he needed to recognize his worth and what he deserves.

after you entered his life, he went around asking the smartest people he knew for advice on how to be his best self. he thought that if he was going to have someone important close to him then he needed to be at tip top shape for them. you're very special, so of course he would want to be the best partner he could be. his friends mostly told him to try to keep an open mind, listen to others, but most importantly to take time for himself. he took this advice wholeheartedly, not just for you, but also for himself.

j - jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

it's perfectly normal for their to be a small amount of jealousy in a relationship. shuichi is human, of course he gets jealous sometimes. he tries to shove it down, which of course isn't very healthy. when he bottles too much up inside he tends to get a little cranky, and might hole himself up in his room. but he would never think about taking it out on you.

when he gets like this he attempts to calm himself down before expressing his thoughts to you about it. he'll do breathing exercises or drink some tea and read a book. it helps him a lot to be alone in a quiet environment in these times. once he is back to his usual self he will laugh it off with you.

k - kiss (are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?)

now, shuichi was definitely not a genius first time kisser. he just decided to go with what felt right. your first kiss probably took place after the two of you got together, maybe a few weeks or days into the relationship.

you were talking about something that you really enjoy, and as he watched your eyes light up with excitement as you talk about your favorite thing, he realized this is the moment when you're most beautiful to him. as soon as you finished talking he looked at you with a serious yet adoring face and asked if he could kiss you. when you said yes, he slowly leaned forward until your lips met. he wasn't really sure of what to do with his hands, so he just grabbed yours. when it was time for the kiss to escalate into something more, he listened to his gut. you were probably the one to initiate the makeout session by nibbling his lip. he was all for it of course, just a bit nervous.

now he is a natural! doesn't take him much thought what he does with his hands, lips or tongue. you are a very lucky person, s/o. ;)

l - love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

shuichi put a lot of thought into this. however, he didn't rely on his friends for this one. although he always goes to them for advice, he wanted this to be all him. he also didn't want to be embarrassed in front of everyone in case you said no.

the confession happened while the two of you were alone, either in the dining hall, library or outside. you weren't hanging out, you just happened to be in the same place at the same time. so he thought this would be a good opportunity. he cleared his throat, not to get your attention, but to try to avoid his throat closing up due to nervousness. he would then say something like:

"hey, y/n, i was hoping to talk to you about something." as soon as he got your full attention he would start rambling on about how he admires you. he would compliment your ultimate somewhere in there, before finally getting to his point. after clearing his throat again, he makes his best effort to look you in the eyes (though that is pretty difficult for him), and says it. "i like you, i think you're very sweet, and i want to get to know you more." when you told him the feeling is mutual he actually started freaking out internally. of course he tried to keep himself composed on the outside though. (babyyy ahhh)

m - marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the marriage be like?)

he wants whatever you wants honestly. marriage isn't a need for him, but don't get me wrong he would absolutely love it too. anyway, the proposal would be fairly traditional. he would spend a great deal of time picking a ring, definitely worrying if you would like it. once he is sure he found the one, he would buy it and immediately start thinking about where to propose.

he would end up choosing a place that isn't too public but still somewhere significant to the both of you. he would definitely wear something nice too. it's kind of important to him that there aren't people around, because you know that can potentially cause problems. plus, this is a you and him thing, not for anyone else! finally, once you're alone in a quiet spot, he would get down on one knee. "s/o, you're the most important person in my life. you inspired me to become my best self. i am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you, devoting myself to you and only you."

domestic life with shuichi is amazing. you never really notice how different he acts around you versus others until you live together. you both balance chores, go together to get groceries, etc. somehow you make the boring and mundane more exciting :)

n - nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

shuichi doesn't seem like one for pet names at first. further down the line, though, they would grow on him. he originally just called you by your name, or a shortened version of it. Then he started to use babe, honey, dear, because it seemed like you were enjoying it. his least favorite pet name for you is babe. he really likes sweetheart and love. overall, pet names aren't his sort of thing.

as for him, at first he would just like to have you call him saihara. now, he wouldn't admit it, but he goes really soft when you call him baby! if it's you, he will let you call him anything to be honest.

o - on cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?)

although he isn't one to brag about his s/o to others (in fact he actually prefers to be pretty private about his love life), it is quite obvious to everyone that he is in love. they can tell because he seems happier, and more talkative. miu even said that he is "glowing." :)

of course it's even easier to tell when he is with you. you can see his true feelings in his eyes when he is looking at you. you can feel his true feelings when he kisses your knuckles, when he leans his head on you. You can hear them when he expresses his love for you verbally every day. He expresses his love in many ways, even in small gestures that might be overlooked, like making an effort to not wake you up if he has to get up before you, or organizing your mess.

p - pda (are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their s/o to others? or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

as i said before, shuichi isn't very comfortable being open about his relationship. the most he would do in public is hold hands or hug. he won't necessarily brag, but he will answer polite questions like "how are you and s/o doing?" with pride. he is definitely proud of you, even if he doesn't make a point of telling other people. he tells you, which is what is important.

q - quirk (some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship)

his ultimate! shuichi's talent as ultimate detective allows him to be very perceptive and smart, not to mention mature. this is good for relationships since he can tell when your behavior changes, which he can then ask you if something is wrong. his maturity and knowledge as a detective allows him to make rational decisions even under pressure, like if you're in a heated argument. he knows how to diffuse many different stressful situations because of his critical thinking skills.

r - romance (how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliché or rather creative?)

shuichi isn't one for romance clichés, but he hasn't had much experience with this kind of thing, so that's what ends up happening anyway. other than the occasional bouquet of flowers, necklace (if you wear jewelry), or snacks, he doesn't give gifts much. he thinks love can't be bought with money or gifts (hear hear). of course he gets you gifts on anniversaries and birthdays and holidays, though.

s - support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?)

of. course. he believes in you, and he is more than willing to help you achieve your goals, whether that be directly helping you with a task, or just giving advice. if he isn't tired or busy with work, he will do anything he can to help. shuichi is actually really invested in your goals. we all know he likes helping others, and he would most likely receive a sense of pride after seeing you accomplish something whether on your own or with his help.

t - thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?)

to an extent, shuichi really enjoys routine. but, like any person, he would get a little bored without occasional exposure to new things. he asks you to take him out to do something interesting at least once a month. his favorite new thing was going to a pottery store and learning how to make things out of clay. it was super satisfying to him to make something artistic. i might even say it was therapeutic for him. he also really enjoys going to art museums! this man has a natural affinity for art. it gives him a sense of serenity.

u - understanding (how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)

shuichi knows a heck of a lot about you, mainly because he loves listening to you talk about yourself. he often asks you questions so he can learn more, too. he genuinely doesn't mind it. he enjoys falling asleep to your voice as well! as for empathy, he tries his best to understand your feelings. he often asks himself how he would feel in your situation, and that helps him a lot with empathy.

v - value (how important is the relationship to them? what is its worth compared to other things in their life?)

shuichi knows well enough to put his own health, mental and physical, over anything else, even you. however, other than that, you're probably at the top. maybe even more so than some of his friends. he loves you and appreciates you very much! honestly, his life would be so different without you and he doesn't know what he would even do.

w - wild card (random fluff headcanon)

he likes to dabble with cooking (just imagine shuichi in an apron oh wowwww).

he is a bento box lover! he will often make you them with different ingredients each time to see what you like most, and just to experiment with flavors. he is really good at it too, everything he makes for you is homemade. he takes a lot of pride in it, especially when you enjoy them! (he would be overjoyed if you made him one so you could eat together. <3)

x - xoxo (are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

while shuichi isn't the most affectionate person ever, he does love it. when the two of you are alone he will often lean his head on your shoulder, grab your hand. if he is reeeally in the mood, he loves to make out with you. his touches are usually slow and sensual. he will hook his arm around your waist, lovingly caressing your body, or rub his thumb on the back of your hand. all of his affection is displayed thoughtfully and with care.

y - yearning (how will they cope when they're missing their partner?)

for the most part, shuichi likes alone time. but, if you're gone for a long period of time, he will get a bit grumpy. sometimes it will be noticeable, but not always. if he misses you that much, he will busy himself with a book, hangout with a friend, or just fantasize about you. whether he relives old memories or creates fake scenarios in his head, that is a great way for him to cope when you're gone.

z - zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind?)

if you were having any kind of relationship issues, shuichi would definitely try to salvage it. however, there is a certain extent to what he would do to save it. but don't worry, he doesn't give up easily. he will give your relationship what it needs to thrive. a break, space, communication. these are all important to him. of course he doesn't want to lose you. i see shuichi as someone who won't take any bullshit, either. he will try his best to fix it.

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this concludes shuichi's fluff alphabet! i hope you liked it. i'm sorry if it is a bit long, i tried to condense it just in case.

have a great day!

-mod kyoko <3

[feeling-uncomfy]

I have one too many Shouji headcannons that I wanna talk about, but here's a few!

One thing is that he has some serious nerve damage in his back, like- it's not funny

He didn't even realise it was going to be such a problem until he tried exercising when they came back from Nabu

He could normally lift etra heavy weights and all that, he was able to hold out for a lot longer, and he thanked whatever god was out there that he was alone when it happened

He lifted up the weight, heard a loud crack, and was sent to the floor in pain. He couldn't move, and when he tried it felt like he was being stabbed with a bunch of needles in his back

It took him a half hour to force himself off the floor, and almost another hour to get back to the dorms. The pain from it never went away, and he didn't think much of it

He didn't even tell anyone until around a month later when he was forced to. It was a training exercise and his lower back felt like it was on fire the whole time. He and his team (Tokoyami and Midoryia) were able to make it through just fine, and Shouji thought it would be fine, they were going back to the dorms anyway

Dark Shadow was out, and was saying something about how great Shouji did, and clapped him on the back, not thinking much of it.

Shouji's whole world went white the second Dark Shadow put pressure on his back

When he came to, he was face down on a stretcher, not able to move or hear things properly. When the static cleared up, he could hear Midoryia's panicked muttering and he felt something on his head, a hand.

Tokoyami was saying something, then voices from up ahead started getting louder and Shouji felt the pace pick up, he couldn't move to speak, he just had to sit there until he felt something stick in him and the world went dark

When he woke up the next morning, he was forced to tell Aziawa, Recovery Girl and All Might about what happened and why his back was in constant pain. After Recovery Girl gave out about "self sacrificing idiots" while hitting All Might in the shin, Shouji was told he was stuck on bedrest, again.

Shouji agreed, reluctantly, and after a few days was allowed back in class.

That- was not supposed to turn into that, but moving on- to some more "can be extended on-" headcannons

He brushes his teeth at four am in the morning, no I don't have an explanation

The first day of UA he was mistaken as a second year student and got so nervous he agreed and had to have another student tell the teacher they got it wrong

He has so many extra pens and pencils because Denki shoots them across the room and loses them so Shouji has learnt to keep extra on him

If Bakugo and Kirishima were to ever get together to "study" Shouji would have to open a window because of the smell of burning rubber and caramel. He still to this day doesn't know what they do in there, he doesn't know what rubber has to do with their maths test.

The only extra thing he has in his room is a plush that was given to him when he was a kid. He's never let it go and it helps calm him down when he's panicking or stressing, he keeps it hidden in a drawer he can lock

This headcannon I read somewhere, can't remember where, but Shouji is a minimalist because he was bounced around a lot as a kid so he never got to keep anything or make a lot of friends, and to add to that his parents didn't actually give him the plush, it was given to him by another relative

Speaking of, if he were ever to be hit with a deaging quirk he'd be be the smallest kid you've ever seen, he was tiny when he was a kid, and he didn't have a growth spurt until middle school

Also as a kid he was super shy but really quick to settle into unknown environments once given a reason to trust the people around him. If say he was with the hero's they only need to say they're hero's and Shouji is happy to stay.

But he has the tendency to wander, even as a teenager sometimes he'll forget where he is and go wandering around alone, and ends up getting lost easily.

He also gets sensory overloads. It's very common for him and when he does he tends to just leave, he'll just walk away no matter where he is, if he's in class he'll ask to go to the bathroom and disappear for a while

It's more dangerous in public though, because he doesn't need to ask, and it takes forever for people to notice he's gone because he's so quiet. So when they do realise, whoever's with him is freaking out thinking he got snatched by a villain.

He also stims. I love this idea.

When he does it's really subtle and very few notice but those who do are like :0

Tokoyami notices easily, being observant like that, and whatever it is that made Shouji stim is either coming back with them or Tokoyami is taking it away.

Tokoyami keeps whatever he bought in his room so it doesn't clutter Shouji's room and lets him come and take it when he's around

Shouji and Tokoyami hang out a lot, and they're normally studying, but Dark Shadow tends to distract Shouji so it's just Tokoyami studying until he's yelling at Dark Shadow to stop trying to bench press Shouji

Kaminari, Mina and Sero are the worst influences on Shouji Aziawa has met. They lived together a week and Kaminari has not only 1. Stolen a shopping cart. 2. Snuck it into the dorms, but they used Shouji as a seat, and his arms as seatbelts, and went down the stairs in the shopping cart.

Aziawa has to drag Sero, Mina and Kaminari to Recovery Girl while Shouji limped behind them.

Aziawa has also walked in on Bakugo trying to teach Shouji to curse, and almost laughed when Shouji sat there, face blank, and said everything BUT fuck

Aziawa didn't think much of it until during training Shouji fell down two stories saving Iida the trouble, sat up, and mumbled "awe fuck" before standing up and continuing the exercise.

Aziawa forgave himself for wheezing when Bakugo cheered loudly before getting smacked over the head by Kirishima for "ruining Shouji's innocence"

Speaking of, M//eta has called Shouji "sexy octopus" so many times and Shouji's normally let it slide but one time Asui was listening in, heard it, and smacked the trash so far he ended up on the other side of the gym.

People call Shouji baby. Even people outside of 1A. Monoma has fucked up and called Shouji a baby once, and it was a "total accident"

((Kendou asked why Monoma hadn't ever said anything to Shouji and Monoma went "I can't make fun of the 1A baby, I'm not ready to die"))

Shouji is touch starved, and once the girls were cuddling, and Mina forced Shouji to join, he was in tears when they hugged him and ended up falling asleep ten minutes into the movie, he woke up in blankets and surrounded by friends

Shouji is a little spoon. I don't care if he's 6"2. He's a little spoon and I will die on this hill.

He has on multiple occasions forgotten which hand he left his phone in, and dropped it looking for it

Shouji and Ojiro watch Star Wars together, and of all people they roped Momo into watching with them and now she's hooked

Dark Shadow once threw someone down the stairs because they called Shouji a freak

Before Bakugo's character development, he called Shouji freaky, and once they moved into the dorms Bakugo became the first person to jump the gun on anyone who said shit about Shouji's appearance

Shouji. Sucks. At. Maths. I don't have a reason for this, he's really good at History and Science though.

Maths is really hard for some people(me) and Shouji and Denki do their maths homework with Momo. Kaminari once cried over it because he just didn't get it. Shouji almost followed when Momo moved on to Geography

Shouji is willing to let anyone talk to him about their problems, he's very willing to listen, but no one has ever heard him talk about his problems. When people try to let him know it's okay for him to talk, Shouji distracts them with the nearest thing, and he's even tried it with Aziawa

Back to being bounced around as a kid, Shouji still gets bounced around as a teen, just not as often. One couple that took Shouji ended up being... not the greatest people he's ever met.

Aziawa noticed immediately that there was something wrong when Shouji came in late, Recovery Girl at his side. His hands were wrapped in bandages and he sat down without looking up.

Recovery Girl said there was glass in his hands, but Shouji wouldn't tell her how it happened. His exact words were "it was an accident, he- I didn't mean to drop it" and Aziawa's dad instincts were going "N O"

This went on for several weeks, and with every day the injuries got worse and worse until one day Recovery Girl came in and asked if Shouji had shown up, only for Aziawa to say no, normally Shouji goes to Recovery Girl first, then class.

This was concerning, and what was worse is that the new address hadn't been registered, so they couldn't even look for Shouji

Shouji came in three days later, almost two hours earlier than he should've. He ran around looking for Aziawa, or All Might, or anyone who could help him.

Aziawa found him knocking on the staff room door, and Shouji told him what had happened (I'll leave that to you) and Aziawa stood up, left Shouji in Present Mic and All Might's semi capable hands, and went to beat some ass.

No one talks about Aziawa walking into class with bloody fists, talking to Shouji about moving into school funded apartments until the dorms are built.

I should've kept this one and the first one together but oh well-

During flu season no matter how much Shouji avoids it he gets sick and gets knocked down for at least a solid week before he even starts to get better at all

One time Denki caught some random bug, no one knew from where, but it spread fast and hit hard. Shouji stayed as far away from everyone as he could but ended up getting it and was stuck in the hospital overnight because of it, though Shouji doesn't remember this part

It was so bad that even Aziawa got it

All Might is the only one who can carry Shouji, aside from Uraraka but she doesn't count because she makes him float.

I have more but I think I've gone too far for today lmao

Feel free to add to these :D