#reader x tekken

[supersmashreaderz]

Y/N: Don't Worry He's a Sweetheart 😊

Kazuya: *holding Y/N's Hand while menacing glaring covered in blood* I will not show you mercy....

Y/N: see? Massive Softie. 💖

[octolyfe2]

please someone stress the fact that

afab ≠ female….

PLEASE

(it can mean a plethora of things.)

[oukabarsburgblr]

Forgot to mention that aito sousuke's looks is inspired by Hwoarang from tekken, although i dont use his images bc the artsyle doesnt suit my theme ARGH

Like HELLO???? Breed me pls AHHHHH

[fire-hashira]

Dragunov hc!!

continuing from my last post about him, also cause we need more Dragunov content!

- Dates with him are quiet and comfortable, nothing fancy but something you both love, model train building, watching movies, reading together with a simple dinner, just being together

-cooking together, as he is a soldier and a fighter he eats ALOT, so whenever you, him, or both of you are cooking, music is playing and its a chaotic yet romantic time with him, even if there's a mess after

-nightly walks, Sergei seems the type to enjoy walks during the night with you, where it is more peaceful and quiet, if it is snowing or cold, he gives you his coat, it keeps you warm and he thinks you look beautiful in it so win-win

-he could teach you to read and write in Russian if you wanted to learn, speaking? well he's willing to listen and try his best to correct you when you say things wrong

-you worry for him whenever he has to participate in the KOIF Tournament, so he would give you a small reassuring hug and hs hat to comfort you

[roguerambles]

All Morning

Tekken - Jin Kazama x Reader x Hwoarang

Warnings - 18+Only.

Writer's Block still has me in a chokehold, but with Tekken 8 coming SOON, I wanted to try something short and fluffy with these two.

I've said it before, but there is a criminal lack of Tekken x Reader out there and we as a society should rectify this post-haste--

Enjoy the Rambles!

-

You awoke to the sounds of Jin and Hwoarang fighting.

This was hardly an unusual occurrence, but you had been greatly looking forward to a long, peaceful, lazy morning, and they had promised to behave. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to will yourself back into slumber--

"You are doing it wrong--"

"Outta the way!"

"Pitiful."

"What'd you say?!"

There was a loud crash as the sound of something in your kitchen smashing on the floor made you wince, and you forced your eyes open, glowering at the ceiling as Jin and Hwoarang continued to hiss at each through the thin walls of your apartment.

One morning...just one....

A thick cloud of irritation quickly rolled over you, obscuring the bright sunshine trickling through your bedroom window. Kicking the blankets off you roughly, you swung your feet off the side of the bed, grumbling under your breath as you marched towards the door.

"I swear if you two have wrecked my kitchen again—”

You shoved the door open and marched across your living room, squinting in the glare of sunlight shining through the bay windows. Jin and Hwoarang’s heads snapped towards you, their eyes wide. The were stood across from each other, a scattered bowl at their feet, their clothes….

…covered in flour.

You stared at Jin and Hwoarang, who both stared back, mutely. You were beginning to think you were still asleep.

It was Jin who spoke first, his voice a low, irritated huff as he stepped around Hwoarang, kneeling down to begin clearing up the shattered bowl on the kitchen floor. “Now look what you’ve done.” He snapped at the red haired man. Hwoarang’s expressed soured as tore his gaze away from you to glower at Jin.

“What did you say?! You sayin this is my fault—”

“Yes.”

“Why I outta--!”

“Are you two making pancakes?”

Both men fell silent once more. You stared at them, then at the cluttered countertop – eggs, mixing bowls, an unholy amount of flour and sugar and strawberry syrup—

“…it was his idea.” Hwoarang grumbled, scowling at a corner of the kitchen that had somehow gravely offended him. Jin shot Hwoarang an irritated glance, while you rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times afterwards at the scene before you.

…yes, definitely not dreaming.

“Do you two even know how to make pancakes?” You asked. Jin gestured towards the countertop, where Hwoarang’s phone sat.

“…Xiaoyu sent us instructions.”

Hwoarang snorted. “Yeah. Instructions. In between all the memes and emojis—”

“They are simple enough to follow, if Hwoarang would listen for once—”

“Eh?! You trying to fight—”

“Why are you making pancakes in the first place?”

Both men fell silent again. Jin stared somewhere above your head, while Hwoarang rubbed the back of his neck. They seemed…bashful.

You folded your arms, realisation beginning to dawn on you, a smile twitching onto your lips. “Guys….”

“We have not had a morning together in some time.” Jin said finally, beginning to look slightly sheepish. “I…thought it would be…nice.”

…God, you adored those beautiful fools.

Smiling, you stepped around the counter, leaning up to softly brush your lips against Jin’s cheek. His eyes widened slightly, the faintest tint of red on his skin. “You’re sweet.” You murmured in his ear. He chuckled slightly, his palm sliding over to your hip.

“Hey.” Hwoarang cut in, lips tugging downwards in a sharp frown, puffing like a bird whose feathers had been thoroughly ruffled. “I helped—”

“Hardly.”

“That’s it, right here, Kazama—”

You laughed, catching Hwoarang’s forearm, tugging him towards you so you could press a kiss to his jawline. He grumbled, glaring at Jin over your head, his arms slipping around your waist. You trailed your fingers over his arm, while your free hand grazed slowly up Jin’s torso.

“So, if this is all for me…” You hummed thoughtfully, and both Jin and Hwoarang paused in their bickering, their heads snapping towards you as you smiled coyly at them. “…does that mean I get to make requests?”

Both men looked at each other, then back at you. “I suppose.” Jin said, stepping closer towards you, his eyes moving over you like a slow caress.

You felt Hwoarang press into your back, his rough hands sliding around your hips, a pleased grin spreading across his handsome face. “I guess.” His voice was low in your ear, wicked promises in his tone. “What is it you want, hmmmm…?”

You already had something in mind.

-

“You are so cute when you pout, Hwoarang.”

The red head responded by glowering at you from the kitchen, aggressively stirring the large mixing bowl tucked against his arm. The toned muscle of his abdomen flexed and contracted with every movement, and he turned sharply towards the back counter, giving you an uninterrupted view of his broad shoulders, the naked expanse of his back trailing down to narrow hips, his low hanging pants snuggly accentuating his perfectly formed—

“Coffee?”

You tore your eyes away from Hwoarang to get a new, equally pleasing eyeful of a half-naked Jin Kazama holding a fresh mug of coffee under your nose. You made an appreciative sound – not entirely because of the beverage – and accepted it with a smile, while Jin rolled his eyes slightly and headed back towards the kitchen to finish making breakfast. You settled back onto the couch, sipping from your mug as you admired the morning view of two unreasonably gorgeous, half-dressedmen making you pancakes.

“This isn’t what I was thinking of...” Hwoarang grumbled as Jin rejoined him in the kitchen. You smiled brightly and lifted your mug in salute.

“It’s what I was thinking.” You tilted your head, eyes trailing down Jin’s abdomen, shamelessly admiringly the way the sun caressed his flawlessly carved physique, the smooth roll of Hwoarang’s muscles beneath his smooth skin. “Although I confess, reality is better than my imagination…”

“Thank you.” Jin said, his tone dry as paper. His large hands closed around a jar of sugar, tugging the lid off – the muscles of his arms flexed and bulged downright indecently, and you knew you caught the hint of a smile on his lips as he caught your gaze lingering. Hwoarang scoffed, but you caught him tensing slightly as he reached into the cupboard, the muscles in his back flexing deliciously, his sharp gaze catching yours over his shoulder.

You were beginning to contemplate requesting to forget about breakfast entirely, but you reminded yourself to be patient.

The three of you had all morning, after all.

[pingurusama]

Free headpats for everyone!!!૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

I can't thanked Harada-san enough for his ending movie on Tekken 8, a very well deserved ending for him! and Dragunov being tender all smiley and content? ૮ ⚆ﻌ⚆ა yea, i will be on my coffin and grave peacefully waaaa ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა Been 15 years passed of my fixation on him and still going on STRONG, my fixation starts to take steroids atp lmaoo.

[shellswritesstuff]

DRAGUNOV DATING HCS!!! pls.

OK ANON I GOTTT YOU.

Sergei Dragunov Dating HCs! ♡ fluff.

He's super attentive!! When you're out and about, Dragunov keeps track of what catches your eye. He caught you peering at a teddy not too long ago. Needless to say, it somehow found its way onto your bed. When you asked your boyfriend about it, he just huffed and patted your head.

You know those salesmen in malls? The ones who almost always call you out, much too awkward and usually scams? They don't seem to target you anymore... wonder why. Something about your massive guard dog partner, hehe.

Sit in silence with him! Bring a book, a craft, etc. I can imagine spending a relaxing evening on the couch, cuddled up and enjoying his presence.

His love language would be acts of service and quality time! He'd be on the receiving end of words of affirmation and gift giving.

Ahem. Stupid matching couples things. You'd tell Dragunov he wouldn't have to wear whatever you got, but it's no use. He's already taking his shirt off to switch to the cheese-y pink sweater. And he'd wear it in public too!!

The first time you saw him smile, you passed out. Angels opening the gates of heaven, all that shit.

DRAGUNOV IS TOO DAMN BIG. You two did a cute little photo booth shoot, only to see his head cut off in every photo. He was a bit frustrated, but you found it absolutely fucking hilarious. The strip is on the fridge to this day.

[roguerambles]

Rising Heat

Tekken - King x Female Reader

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

So, I have come to the fairly firm conclusion that King is the hottest Tekken man. I will not be taking questions at this time--

Enjoy the Rambles!

-

The Charity Tournament was proving to be a success, so far.

In the aftermath of the last King of Iron Fist Tournament, the Mishima Zaibatsu had something of a “PR issue”, as Lee had so delicately put it. Which, considering the last head of the corporation had attempted world domination, was probably something of an understatement.

You were not sure exactly how the idea had come about, but between the minds of Lee, Lars, Alisa, Jin and Steve, the King of Iron Fist Tournament had been rebranded. Now, the tournament’s goal was to raise funds for reconstruction efforts in the areas most affected by the corporation’s actions, along with charities and causes of the competitors choosing.

…you had to admit, the idea had merit. And if gave you an excuse to get back into the ring, so to speak. Jin owed you a rematch, after all.

Xiaoyu practically vibrated with excitement beside you, the prep room bustling with activity. On the large screen above your heads, the match between Jin and Hwoarang was in full swing, and so far it was proving a close call.

“KO!”

Hwoarang hit the floor as the audience erupted with cheers and groans. Xiaoyu bounced on the spot and clapped gleefully, her face lighting up.

“Jin! He did it! He did it!”

“I noticed.” You said dryly, watching her with some bemusement. “Is anyone actually keeping track of how many victories those two have over each other?”

Xiaoyu tilted her head, giving a thoughtful hum before shrugging her shoulders. “I’m sure they must be. I’ll ask later.”

You snorted and returned your attention to the monitor, the announcer’s voice blaring through the speakers as the leaderboard flashed across the screen. You spotted Xiaoyu’s name (“Hey, look, I’m going up against Steve!”) and were scanning for your own when a exuberant voice called out behind you.

“Ladies! Enjoying the show?”

Turning around you saw Lee approaching, his handsome face practically glowing. He had been in his element this evening, and seemed to enjoy working with others to make the tournament a success. You were glad he seemed to be having a good time, but at the moment you were eager to find out when you would be getting into the arena.

Xiaoyu smiled brightly and gestured to the monitor. “We were just looking for her name—”

“I better be fighting Kazama.” You cut in, leaning back to nudge Lee slightly. “Sorry, Xiaoyu, but your boyfriend is going down.”

“Hey, he’s not my—!”

Lee laughed boisterously while Xiaoyu flushed and pouted, flashing you a winning smile – whether in an attempt to charm or placate you, it was difficult to say. “Alas, you’ll need to get to the next round first.”

“Then tell me whose ass I need to kick, Chaolan.”

Lee reached into the pocket of his flashy, fur-lined coat, pulling out his phone and studying the screen for a moment. “Steve and I were talking about it, and we’re quite excited for who we’ve matched you with—Marvelous!” Lee interrupted himself, a pleased grin blooming on his face as his head suddenly turned to look past you and Xiaoyu. “You’ve arrived!”

You watched as Lee strode past you and Xiaoyu towards the entrance, cheerily greeting the newest arrival – was something growling?

It took a moment for you to register who you were looking at, a towering masculine figure with a bestial face – King had arrived.

Oh…..

You had heard of King, of course, and the distinct jaguar mask – seriously did he take that thing off? – and herculean physique made him instantly recognisable to most anyone. But you had not spoken to the man before. The events of the previous year had not exactly been the opportune time to socialise.

“I always forget how huge he is!” Xiaoyu whispered behind you. “He is even bigger than on TV!”

You watched King as he shook an enthusiastic Lee’s hand, your eyes falling on the thick swell of his bicep, rolling under sunkissed skin. “I didn’t know you were a wrestling fan.” You replied vaguely, gaze trailing over his exposed torso, the perfectly sculpted abdomen and broad, powerful shoulders, and what were quite possibly the most bloody fantastic pectorals you had ever laid eyes on.

“Well, I’m not really, Panda is though—ooooh I should get his autograph for her!”

You barely had time to register exactly what Xiaoyu had said before you found yourself being dragged along by the other woman, towards where King and Lee were still talking.

Damn it, Xiaoyu—

You instinctively wanted to pull back, but your gaze was immediately drawn back to King as he gestured animatedly in front of Lee, biceps flexing at his sides, causing the powerful muscles in his arms and shoulders to bulge downright indecently.

“Ah! Excellent!” Lee’s grin flashed bright as he spotted you, while Xiaoyu cheerfully introduced herself to King (“My friend Panda is a big fan—“) he gestured theatrically towards you, turning to King again with a flourish. “King my good man, this is your opponent for the next round. I am sure you two together will be a superb performance!”

The wrestler turned his attention to you, and you found yourself momentarily unable to form sentences as you grasped just how tall he was.

King held out a gloved hand for you to shake – his hands were as massive as the rest of him, their rough warmth enveloping yours and damn it all you could feel your face getting hot. “I have seen you fight before.” He growled, the sound low and deep, rising from somewhere inside that broad, gloriously sculpted chest. “It is a pleasure to meet you properly at last.”

It certainly could be.

You cleared your throat, struggling to regain some composure – damn him, was that a smirk you saw on Lee’s face? – and shook King’s hand firmly. “I like your mask.”

Are you fucking serious—

Xiaoyu gave you a confused look, and while it was difficult to tell, King seemed a little puzzled as well. Lee smothered what sounded suspiciously like laughter – you were going to kick his ass – before suddenly hooking his arm around Xiaoyu’s shoulders. “My dear, I almost forgot! I need to take a few shots of you and Steve before the match, you understand—”

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you later!”

Xiaoyu called to you over her shoulder as Lee quickly began leading her away, and you glared at the back of the silver haired man’s head for a moment before realising you had not let go of King’s hand yet.

Releasing your hold, you shook yourself, brushing imaginary dust from your shoulder. “I’ve heard good things about you.” You tried to steer the conversation somewhere close to familiar. “I’d like to get my hands on you. In the arena. I mean—”

God, this was embarrassing.

King’s shoulders shook, a deep, throaty chuckle emanating from him and you felt yourself flush again. Damn it, even his laugh was kind of sexy—

“I look forward to seeing you in action.” He said, nodding and crossing his arms, the simple movement triggering a symphony of contracting musculature, those gorgeous pecs flexing unconsciously fuck you needed a drink. “Let’s give the crowd a show to remember.”

The fight. Of course. Familiar territory. You felt your lips form a smile, and confidence began to flow back into your limbs. “Naturally.” You leaned against the row of lockers nearby, flashing your teeth up at King. “It’s not everyday people see a King being toppled now, is it?”

King laughed again, shaking his head as he leaned against the lockers with you – it was a little odd talking to someone wearing a mask over his entire head, but King had a surprisingly warm aura for such an imposing figure. “I do not plan on losing.”

“Neither do I.” You stretched your arms over your head – maybe it was your imagination, but you swore you saw his head tilt down slightly, gaze lingering on your chest, before immediately moving back to your face. Warmth blossomed across your skin, and you pushed yourself upwards, arching your back just slightly. His head tilted slightly, following the movement.

Oh? Looks like I’m not the only one who likes what they see…

You felt a surge of boldness, your footing regained. Adopting as casual an air as possible, you grabbed the zipper of your form-fitting jacket, slowly pulling it down. You shrugged out of the material, sighing softly as the warm air of the prep room rushed to greet the bare skin of your arms and stomach. The material of your top hugged your chest and as you tossed your jacket onto the bench nearby, you glanced in King’s direction.

The mask made it difficult to tell, but you could feel his gaze trailing down over you, stopping on your hips before moving back up. You bit your lip slightly, barely stopping a pleased grin from spreading across your face.

“We should talk more after the fight.” You said, pretending to examine your boots – lifting your thigh, tilting your hips, just slightly – smiling impishly. “Maybe get a drink? Lee tells me the hotel they’ve booked for the fighters has a good bar.”

King said nothing for a moment, although you swore you heard a low, rumbling growl from in his throat. “Yes.” He said after a moment. “I would like that.”

“Good.” You swallowed, a flicker of excitement sparking deep in your belly. “We can toast my victory.”

King laughed once more, then stepped away from the lockers. You watched as King began to make his way towards the tunnel leading to his side of the arena, the muscles of his broad back flexing and contracting with every step, his powerful thighs striding across the room, the pleasing snugness of his pants accentuating his perfectly crafted—

Fuck.

Kazama would have to wait, you decided as you turned and began to make your way to the starting area. You were beginning to think of a different way to spend your evening after the fight.

--

King was a thrilling opponent.

You had fought plenty of men who thought themselves showmen. Often they’d be so distracted performing for their perceived audience they seemed to forget they were in a real fight, with a real enemy. That carelessness had made those victories easy.

King was different. He balanced his technique with theatricality, showing off for the crowd, bringing excitement to the arena, but his guard was never down. Every opening you spotted was bait, luring you in for an easy strike only to close down around you like a steel trap.

He was strong, you were quick. The trap would spring, you would dodge, and the dance continued, the temperature rising, sweat clinging to your skin. You ducked beneath King’s grasp, the warmth of his powerful body grazing your own, and it was hard not to imagine how this intensity would feel in other, more intimate environments.

Fuck, you were so turned on.

The crowd cheered and the music blasted through the air as you spun beneath King, aiming a kick directly at his exposed abdomen. He twisted, his arm darting protectively in front of him, knocking you off balance. He swung his body to the side, a fierce roar bellowing from deep in his throat, and you were thrown back, barely managing to flip around and skid across the floor to minimize the impact.

You had put nearly full force into your kick, and King had tossed you aside as though you weighed nothing, throwing you across the arena with strength greater that even his powerful build and size would suggest.

Fuck, that was hot.

King charged suddenly, and you sprang into action, launching yourself upwards. You swung your foot directly at the side of King’s head, but his massive hand shot up, fingers snapping tight around your ankle. You barely had time to react before the wrestler’s other hand grasped your waist, guiding your momentum until your thighs were on top of his shoulders.

What the fuck—

You squirmed in his grip, adrenaline mixing with bafflement, but King held fast. He twisted around, and you felt air rush around your ears as the world dropped out as he threw himself forward, sending you both crashing into the floor of the ring. Pain flashed across your shoulders and back, the roughness of King’s fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, the weight of his broad, muscled body sliding between your legs, strong and wide and hot—

The sound that slipped past your lips was downright obscene. King’s head snapped towards you, and he became suddenly still, the jaws of his mask open in a silent roar. He stared at you, unmoving, and you felt your cheeks burn as you realised he definitely heard that.

Blood rushed in your ears along with the crowd’s cheering and King continued to stare at you unmoving, his palms burning against your skin. Biting your lip hard, you twisted your hips sharply, squeezing your thighs tight around him. King grunted in surprise as he was thrown onto his back, you perched atop him, gazing down at him, breathless with adrenaline and something else.

King stared up at you, chest heaving, his strong hands still holding you. You held each other’s gazes, the noise of the crowd and pounding of your heart deafening in your ears.

“…about that drink….” You said finally, swallowing thickly as King’s hands subtly brushed up your thighs, heat trickling down your spine. “How about we have it in my hotel room?”

King did not reply, but after a moment he nodded, fingers lightly stroking the strip of skin between your belt and shirt, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You arched slightly, fire coiling deep in your belly, and swung your fist downwards. King threw himself to the side as you rolled sharply to your feet, excitement crackling in the air as the crowd roared with approval.

“KING! KING! KING! KING! KING—”

“But first….” You crooked your fingers at the wrestler as he slowly rose to his feet, his gaze remaining fixed on you, the jaguar mask bringing to mind the image of a hungry beast eyeing prey – was it weird that was turning you on a little? – and flashed him a grin. “I’m afraid it’s time to disappoint your beloved audience.”

King’s shoulders shook slightly, a booming laugh rising from deep in his chest. “I do not disappoint.”

You definitely caught the edge of innuendo in his tone, and a grin burst onto your lips.

This was going to be fun.

[livewithyura]

Hai, Darling 😘

Since your request is open ✨

May i've a request for Jin Kazama,Lee Chaolan,Lars Alexanderson, with sexy fem reader Who has a sassy attitude, likes to tease, fem is so elegant,cheerfull and has long wavy cherry pink hair.

Sorry, if the characters I requested are too many for you. I don't see the number of character slots for your request. I'm sorry 🙏🥺

( Lee! , Lars! , Jin! ) | Tekken x Fem readers "We 'love' without reason"

❒ ⁀➷ Answer : Hi! Yes your idea is literally refreshing and don't worry about the characters! I will write as much as I can , Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy this little scribble .

❒⁀➷ Context : They don't know how they end up with you , a sassy and elegant woman . But they know having you by their side it's worth it . I also just watched 'anyone but you'! This scribble also took a lot of inspiration from that rom-com movie .

❒ ⁀➷ Request and collab is still open! ( pls do check my rules and requirements before request ) | ( slow update for now! )

Lars Alexanderson

You are a publicist, previously hired by Lee to ensure that Yggdrassil is always portrayed positively in the public eye.

Lars's the leader of the rebel army, so essentially, he's your client . You consistently offer your opinion, challenging Lars's ideas and proposing better alternatives .

He once 'awkwardly' asked you to join the rebel army but you decline . "I don't want to ruin my pink nails," you joked , that make Lars chuckle

You two grow closer as Lars's gentlemanly demeanor melts your heart, and he adores your personality. Together, you decide to take your relationship to the next level. After the defeat of G-corporation, Lars proposes to you with a bouquet of pink roses. "This flower . It remind me of you , (Y/N) . Please give me a chance to make you the happiest woman alive"

Lars decides to keep your relationship secret to the public eye, given his leadership in the rebel army and his desire to protect you. Even Lee, Alisa, or Jin are unaware of the intimacy between you two.

You're his employee in front of his work mate . He act serious and professional when he want to talk to you . But when you guy have a private moment , he take care of you like a princess . "You're my publicist in their eyes , but in private you're my princess" He said kneel down while adjusting your red heels .

LARS AND (Y/N) literally have SECRET MEETINGS , THE EYE CONTACT IN PUBLIC , SHARING HIDDEN KISSES and SUBTLY BRUSHING EACH OTHER'S HAND ( Lee was suspicious at first because Lars bought a Pink Perfume , Pink dresses and Pink roses . But Lars gave him a good excuses . )

Bonus ! ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Sweet Scenarios! ( Lars's version )

Lars leads the rebel army so his schedule is packed. He often arrives home late at night to find you on the sofa, wearing a strawberry face mask. His heart warms knowing you waited up for him.

He softly runs his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet things about you shyly. "You don't need to wait up for me. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, my love," he says, nuzzling the side of your hair and planting a gentle kiss. "Your scent is always captivating," he whispers again. Just inhaling your sweet aroma instantly melts away his stress.

You wake up with a gasp. "Lars! You scared me, and you almost ruined my beautiful night routine" you say, readjusting your face mask that nearly slipped off. "Oh my love, I can make your night routine more...entertaining," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. You playfully slap him with your satin pillow. "Uh-huh, whatever. Where's my sushi?"

He freezes, realizing he forgot to buy you sushi, the late-night snack he promised. "Love, I... we have instant ramen at home," he stutters, gently holding your shoulders. You squint at him. "I'm on a diet" you remind him.

"It's okay! I know your rebel army is waaaaayy more important , I understand!" With a sarcastic tone , you walked away from the living room.

Unable to bear the thought of seeing your distressed eyes, he rushes to Lee's house at 2 AM just to prepare sushi for you. Luckily, Lee's place is stocked with luxurious ingredients, "Lars? What's this for?" "Sorry Lee , It's for my own satisfaction"

And by 3 AM, he manages to whip up the sushi. Returning to your shared apartment, he presents you with the sushi, apologizing, "Sorry, my love. I'll make sure this doesn't happen again." He gently takes your hand, kissing your knuckles tenderly.

"I love you , captain" you said , try to tease him and all the blood in his body rush through his cheek . "Ah? Are you blushing? Did I get the total-badass-side-character , justice-muscle-man blush?" You try to tease him for a second time .

"Ah, well... How could anyone not blush when they receive compliments from such a majestic woman like you?" He scratch his head , not looking at your eyes .

"I just want you to know that you're one of my top priority [Y/N] , You're waaaaaayy more important than my life" Lars wrapped his arm around your waist while giving you a kiss on the back of your neck .

Lee Chaolan

You're a professor at the Violet System. You're aware of his playboy reputation and his frequent outings with different girls. Sometimes, you're unsure which one is his girlfriend. Of course, one day, you catch the CEO's attention with your elegant presence.

He attempts to catch your attention, but you consistently ignore him to assert your identity. You refuse to succumb to his charm, aware that he might eventually lose interest and pursue another girl. Ironically, this only fuels Lee's desire for you. "I bought this necklace for you. I think it will look perfect on you!" he offers. "Oh? Who told you to buy that?" you tease, giving him a knowing smirk. "Um , this is not 'excellent'' He mumble , because you feel bad you just accept the expensive necklace .

"You can't leave this lab without letting me take you home tonight. sweet little thing," he insists while winking at you , okay he's little bit annoying but he knows your taste . He pick a beautiful present for a woman "Yea sure" You said "YES! EXCELLENT! Let's go!"

After a few dates, you find yourself drawn to his personality. You share many things together. Whether it's skincare, makeup, or fashion, he's always there to advise you. He knows the perfect skincare routine, the ideal makeup shades for you, and he surrounds you with new outfits that suit your style. One morning, you wake up to find yourself snuggled up with him on his million-dollar couch. It dawns on you that you've already fallen for him.

Lee surprises you by publicly announcing your relationship, declaring, "Everybody! This pretty woman over here is the love of my life!" This bold move catches you off guard, as he has never been so open about his relationship before. He also make a big deal about you , he make it completely obvious you're the one he want in his entire life . [ He also like to FLEX you in front of lars , telling lars that you're the one who design the latest armor suit ]

While you're together, you both have manicures, go to the salon, and even have shopping sprees. "We're so slay, Lee," you remark, admiring your matching vintage outfits with him. "Excellent!" Then, he takes a picture of the two of you. [ MIRROR SELFIEEE ]

After the G-Corp defeated , HE SPOILS YOU TOO MUCH . GIVE YOU A LITTLE KISS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE . ALWAYS HUGGING YOUR WAIST/HOLDING YOUR HANDS . WHISPER YOU A SWEET THINGS , TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS LINGERS ON YOUR MIND . HE PLAYS WITH YOUR HAIR . RANDOM WALKS WHEN YOU GUYS HAVE A FREE TIME . "Excellent [Y/N]" "Hm what? My make up? Hair? dres--" "Just you darling , Your existence" "AWEE LEE--" you smack his arm with your purse .

Bonus ! ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Sweet Scenarios! [ Lee's version ]

Lee decides to take you on a trip after his schedule is packed with war-related matters. You're relieved that he survived the war despite sustaining a slight injury. The night before your trip to Manhattan, you're patching up his injury while he looks at you with softened eyes. "I'm sorry for giving you a hard time when I was away, sweet [y/n]," he says.

"Phew! At least the world is saved," You said , Lee caressing his girlfriend's cheek. "Don't kiss me, I have a lip scrub on," she jokes. "Hm~ I know!" he replies, stopping. "Do you want to buy something before our trip, baby?" She hums, thinking about her ideas. "Let's go to the convenience store!"

Lee and you made a way to the small convenience store that was open 24/7. It was your tradition with your boyfriend, a secret adventure that you guys shared . Lee's always unserious and you adore his personality , You guys always seeking out the most ridiculous items that you guys could find.

Lee giggled as she spotted a display of neon-colored sunglasses. "Babe!, look at these! We could start a new trend!" Lee's arms wrapped around her waist from behind, surprising her. You gasped and turned, only to burst into laughter at the sight of him wearing the neon-colored sunglasses.

As you guys roamed the aisles, you guys picked up items at random, creating a pile of the most absurd things ; a rubber chicken, a glow-in-the-dark frisbee, a tiny umbrella with a pineapple pattern, and a pack of glow sticks.

You help up up box of instant noodles . "Do we need this?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. Lee covered your left cheek with a quick kiss "Well babe, you never know when a late-night noodle craving might strike!" He whispers .

"Lee , why are you buying that?" "What do you mean babe! It's good" "Both of us don't know how to cook dumbass and we're just going to eat at the restaurant---" He shuts you with a quick-kiss again and he run away with the trolley . "Lee!"

"They made their way to the checkout counter, their arms full of their strange purchases. The cashier, a sleepy-looking teenager, raised an eyebrow at their selection but didn't comment. As they walked out of the store, Lee slipped his hand into [Y/N]'s, their fingers intertwining. "I love our late-night adventures," she said softly.

"I'm glad you enjoy it , sweet [Y/N]," He replied, squeezing your hand.

Jin Kazama

You were one of Jin's juniors in high school. Whenever you passed each other, he felt an uncanny connection to you. Unbeknownst to him, your family was associated with a traditional exorcist in Japan. Jin had always had a 'slight' crush on you, but he never admitted it. He didn't want to dampen your spirit, so before leaving school to pursue martial arts, he gave you an anonymous love letter expressing his feelings towards you .

A few years have passed, and G-corp has been defeated. You continue your life as an entrepreneur. One day, you enter a coffee shop and order a double shot espresso, trying to resume your daily routine after the war. "Sorry, we only accept cash this morning," the cashier says, rolling her eyes at you. Surprised, you look back at the long queue behind you, waiting for you to pay. You don't notice Jin's presence, as it's been a long time since high school.

"Sorry I left my other cash in the car can you---" "ONE HOT CAPPUCINO FOR MR ISAYAMA" All the worker ignores you . "Honey,I told you already about this . We're not going to separate our bills anymore" Jin stepping in and pay the coffee for you . You looked at him , tilting your head trying to remember his face .

"I don't know you're such a good actor , Kazama" you give him a little tease , leaving the busy coffee shop together with Jin . Jin just stood silently while chugging his peppermint tea . "Thank you , that was nice by the way!" you smiles at him , "My pleasure" he replied shortly.

As you're about to leave, Jin stops you. "Well, this is my number. Can't leave my 'girlfriend' just like that," he says with a smirk. You're surprised, looking at him incredulously. "Oh, I didn't know this big, bulky, emo man had feelings? We'll keep in touch, big man," you reply, tapping his shoulder playfully.

From that , you guys keep in touch with each other . Then Jin confessed to you , he stand in front of your apartment with a big stuffed animal , he carries it until he reach your apartment . "Can I win your heart, [Y/N]? I hope it's as easy as winning this big bear at the amusement park. Just give me a chance," Jin says earnestly , How could you say no to that?

After that, you always teased him about his romantic gestures. He couldn't say anything but blush. "You're such a sweet and caring person, Kazama. If you had told me this before you left that school, we would have gotten together faster," you said teasingly. "Yeah… whatever," he replied, turning around to continue preparing your breakfast.

Even though Jin doesn't speak openly about his feelings for you, you can feel them through his actions. Jin embodies the idea of 'Everyone thinks LOVE is for show, but I'll DIE you in secret' . He's obsessed with physical closeness , PUTTING YOU ON TOP HIS CHEST HEARING HIS HEARTBEAT . HUGGING ALL THE TIME . You will sit on the couch and HE WILL STROKING YOUR HAIR AND KISS YOU EVERYWHERE . HE WILL BUY YOU YOUR FAVORITE FOOD/DRINKS . LEARNING EVERY SINGLE DETAILS ABOUT YOU .

He learns the art of makeup just for you, trying to buy you three different lipsticks and blushers, even though they might not be in your shade but this time it would suit you and your pink hair. He's a bit embarrassed confronting the cashier in the makeup store. "Ah, I never expected a guy with whole six-pack to come here. Is this for your girlfriend?" she asks, but Jin doesn't reply and leaves the store with all the makeup for you.

Bonus ! ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Sweet Scenarios! [ Jin's version! ]

Jin decided have a hiking trip at his hometown with you , he want to have a graceful moment with his girlfriend . He walked ahead, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pointed out various plants and animals along the way, his love for nature evident in every step.

You, on the other hand, trailed behind, your expression a mix of awe and annoyance. You swatted at a pesky mosquito and wrinkled your nose at the sight of a muddy puddle. "Remind me again why we're doing this?" you grumbled, trying to avoid stepping in a particularly muddy patch.

Jin grabbed your waist "Don't worry princess , it would be fine . I'm here with you" He whisper to your ear , you just squinted your eyes while looking at his face . "Jin , answer my question" You said , Jin tucked your hair gently as he looked at you with a smile . "Because nature has a way of rejuvenating the soul," he replied, his voice filled with reverence. "It's important to connect with the earth and appreciate its beauty. And I want to experience it with you . The love of my life"

"I could appreciate it just fine from the comfort of a spa," you said. Jin chuckled softly. "You always make that face when you're tired," he said, pinching your cheek. You followed him silently, a red mark on your face. Like always, he remembered every single detail about you.

"Don't worry, we'll have your first favorite cereal, the one you used to eat when you were 5," he assures you." Hm? I wonder what flavor is that?" You teased , he smirks , Knowing the answer "Cinnamon Toast Crunch" . You lose it , this man always melt you away with demeanor .

As you guys reached a picturesque overlook, Jin taking in the breathtaking view of the valley below. "Isn't it magnificent?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe while holding your hand .

You couldn't help but be moved by the beauty of the scene before her.."It is," you admitted quietly, a hint of wonder in her voice.

You sat down on a nearby rock, the silence of the morning enveloping you and Jin. "Thank you , for showing me the beauty of nature and bugs..." You said ,

Jin widened his eyes after he noticed a little bump on your arm . "Princess, are you okay? Does it hurt? Is it bothering you? Do you want to go down right now?" "Jin asks, his concern evident though he doesn't express it too obviously. "It's fine, We can have a moment before we go down to meet your mom" You said , Jin just nods agree with you .

"[Y/N]" "Yes?" . Jin coughs , try to clear his voice . "You know what else is beautiful?" "What?" "You" . And after those words, you tease him all day.

˚˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ All right reserved , written by livewithyura , why you want to copy this crap? You can reblog!

[bihanspookies]

Okay Jin and Hwoarang are rivals when it comes to fighting, how about them also being rivals when it comes to the reader’s heart? Do you think you can write something about that, and how they each would try to win the reader’s affection in their own way🤭

Omg yes of COURSE

The first Tekken ask 👹

LESGET IT

Okay so actually I think they would attempt to woo you the same way just done differently. Jin is more quiet stoic, calculated while Hwoarang is loud, cocky, and not reckless per say but you know, he’s willy nilly.

Jin brings you your fav drinks, takes you out to lunch, will give you his coat if it’s a little too chilly outside. He will reprimand you for not being fully covered but it’s not mean in anyway, he just cares about you. He prefers to show his interest in you with actions rather than words.

Hwoarang will bring you stuff and then add on a “That’s your favorite right? I just know you so well.” But it’s not snarky or annoying, especially when he gives you that smirk, you find it endearing. It’s cold out? Puts his jacket on you but grumbles about how you should’ve worn something warmer.

Give them a thanks and appreciative smile and you’ll have them right in the palm of your hand.

They’d both ask you out on a date, just bc it’s common courtesy but also I think they’d both be the type to just show up at your house and be like “🧍 so… date?”

Jin I think would take you somewhere peaceful like maybe a botanical garden OR a drive on his motorcycle to the beach. Anywhere where you two can be around each other without many distractions. He wants to focus on you.

Hwoarang would take you for a ride on his motorcycle as a date. Take you around the city for sightseeing or to see this local rock band that’s in town. He wants to spend time with you and he wants to see you having fun doing things he enjoys. Of course he’ll do things you like too but he wants to show you his world first.

When it comes to actually flirting like with WORDS, they’re diff in that category.

Jin’s admiring you in silence, how you carry yourself and how you make him feel so at ease. He feels safe around you and wants to convey it with a protective arm around your shoulders or locking your pinky with his. He may not be like Hwoarang who isn’t afraid to to be flirty but when Jin DOES flirt, he’s very smooth with it and it always catches you off guard. Says you have something on your cheek and very casually wipes it off and holds the side of your face for a few more seconds longer than needed.

Hwoarang on the other hand, like I said is not afraid to be a flirty little creature. Compliments your looks, says one liners, tells you you should hold onto him tighter while you’re on the back of his motorcycle. BUT! He’s not over the top about it. He knows the limit and the fine line between genuine flirting and just love bombing you. He’ll test the waters to see if you’re okay with physical touch by wrapping his arm around your shoulders or a hand on your back to guide you through a crowd and once you’re out he’ll leave it there to see if you push him off. If you don’t then he’ll slide his hand down to hold yours. Says nothing and laces your fingers together as if nothings changed

When it comes to CONFESSING

Jin wouldn’t outright say “I like you”, he’ll tell you how you make him feel though. Safe, happy, calm, and all those emotions he’s not used to feeling. He says he wants to spend more time with you and hopes you can accept his feelings (even tho he knows exactly how you feel about him)

Hwoarang would tell you he likes you but then immediately add on how much fun you two have, how there’s never a dull moment, and how you make him feel like there’s more to life than just fighting (and his rivalry with Jin lmao)

WHEN IT COMES TO A KISS

Jin asks you if he can kiss you, hand to your cheek and giving you A Look™️. He’ll put a hand on the small of your back and guide you towards him as he leans down for a smooch.

Hwoarang I think unfortunately will be like those guys who wait for you to look at him so he can make the move 💀 but he’s looking at you with such tender eyes that you can look past it. He def grabs your chin (softly) and leans in slow enough for you to pull away if you want.

Overall they have their own ways of showing their affection, it just depends who calls to your heart more 🫶

[itjazzbicch]

About Time

Pairing: Hwoarang x Reader 

Summary: Training together as they shared the same master, Hwoarang struggles to accept that he lost to the reader in the semi-finals, facing his rival Jin Kazama in the finals, and when the final match takes an unexpected turn, Hwoarang's true feelings for his close friend, the reader, rises to the surface...

Warnings:  Slight swearing, an injury (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.6k 

"What bull!"

Hwoarang only made me laugh as I followed him into the hall while the rest of the semi-finals were ongoing. We had both trained together with our master, Baek Doo San and when the King of The Iron Fist Tournament was announced, we both wanted to enter. Although Hwoarang's motivation was different than mine, I still gave it my all, and in the semi-finals, I managed to beat him in the toughest fight I've been in yet.

"Don't act so surprised!" I poked at him with a confident smile, "We've trained together for how long? You should know that I'm no pushover."

"I know," He groaned, huffing out in frustration and looking out to see that Jin Kazama had just won and would be seeing me in the finals.

That didn't help with his attitude; he gritted his teeth and was more frustrated that he couldn't get his hands on Jin now.

I think that it did somewhat help him accept his loss to me. How he gazed into my eyes showed that he respected me and my skill. There was still some attitude in his tone, but he put up his fist towards me, murmuring:

"Just beat up that punk, Jin, for me."

"Say less," I chuckled, fist-bumping him and sharing a smile, the determination to win in my gaze.

Heading back down to the stage, I had to focus. I had never faced Jin like Hwoarang, and I knew he was nothing to scoff at. Jin was the leader of Mishima Zaibatsu before and has won tournaments before.

Getting in stance as we faced off, I saw Hwoarang watching, how his eyes told me that he believed in me, which made my desire to win even stronger. I didn't want to let him down and get even closer to winning this whole tournament.

Just as I expected, Jin was making me work for this, but I ensured that every time I hit him, a lot of fire was packed into it.

At the climax of our fight, we were both sweating and panting, trying to end this. I sent out a kick that he blocked, but I could flip and hit him with my other foot, which sent him back. Running to close in our distance, I went to hit him with my signature kick that no one ever took without getting knocked out.

Mid-air, everything was in slow motion, and his eyes... They were red suddenly, these weird markings on his forehead. I could hear the growl he let out before he hit me with a punch that was so fast to see, feeling the unbelievable impact in my stomach.

It felt like I got struck by lightning or something, spitting out a loud groan as it sent me flying clear into the fencing of the ring, curling up into a ball. I was scared that my ribs may have been broken.

"I-I-" I was crying, not from the pain, but the fact that I had to say these words, holding up my hand, "I give."

"Your winner! Jin Kazama!"

The crowd was thrilled to see what a good fight that was, but something was up with Jin. His eyes were brown again, and when he looked at me, it seemed that he didn't realize what he had done, eyes filling with shock and concern as he saw me in this defeated and wounded state.

"Y/N..." He gasped, coming over to help me, "I'm-"

Reaching his hand toward me, there was this huge pop from the crowd, feeling a gust of wind and an angry yell:

"Get your damn hands away from Y/N!"

My pupils expanded at the sight of Hwoarang zipping in front of me, kicking Jin's hand away, then kicking the shit out of his chest that sent him reeling.

I knew that Hwoarang had been itching to get his hands on him, but this was different. The crowd was eating this up, and I noticed security coming in, trying to stand by, gripping and clinging to the fence.

"C'mon Jin! I'm not finished with you!"

Hwoarang was bouncing quickly in his stance, watching Jin like a tiger ready to strike as he was climbing off his knees, but something in me wouldn't let me sit and watch this, groaning out:

"Hwoarang! Stop it-"

That weird blow Jin hit me with really did a number on me, Hwoarang freezing and coming back to me as I fell to the mat again.

"I have you," He said quietly, his voice filled with anger, but he stuck to his word, scooping me into his arms.

It was already enough with how I felt so down from losing, now seeing Hwoarang like this. I was so much more emotional, hated how I looked so weak while curled up in his arms, both our eyes darting over to Jin, who was holding his chest from Hwoarang's kick, holding out his hand toward me:

"I never intended to harm you, Y/N..."

Staring intensely into his eyes, I felt he was telling the truth but hiding something about himself. When he punched me, it was like he transformed into something with this strange power that he didn't have control of. None of his previous strikes during our fight had such malice, making me question what happened to him during that last strike.

"Shut the hell up," Hwoarang spat, staring a hole through him and turning away with me, following the security line out and to the trainer's room.

Luckily, none of my ribs were broken, as I feared, but I needed to be wrapped up and some cold therapy for the pain. My head was hung low, confused and disappointed in myself, but my head perked up a little as Hwoarang stood before me, clearly still pissed and crossing his arms:

"So, what happened out there? I thought you had him."

"I thought so too," I sighed, staring at the floor as I told him what happened, "But while I was going to hit him with my kick, his eyes... They changed to red, and when he punched me, it was so strong and weird... I don't know how to describe it."

"His eyes turned red?" This perplexed him, but he let out a deep, angry sigh as he seemed to remember something, whispering under his breath, "That's right. He's got some strange power."

"What do you mean by that?" It was now clear to me that there was something about Jin that I didn't know, and the thought of it didn't cross Hwoarang's mind because he was so worked up about not making it to the finals.

There was this strange and suspenseful moment of silence, staring into each other's eyes as he mentally tried to find the words to explain it to me.

I didn't even care at that moment, my head falling again in disappointment, whispering to him:

"I'm sorry that I lost..."

"Don't even worry about it," He said quickly, squatting to look me in the eyes, smiling softly at me, "Seriously. You still gave him one hell of a fight."

"Thanks..." It was nearly impossible not to smile back, even if it was just a little, going back to the typical ways of our dynamic and poking at him a little, "I never seen you so pissed off before, just for me... Thanks for being there for me."

"Y-Yeah..." He stuttered a little, his cheeks turning pink as he stood back up and looked away, "It's no problem."

I had to laugh at how adorable he looked, holding my ribs but giggling to keep my pain down as he turned from pink to red, snapping at me playfully:

"Who are you laughing at, huh?!"

"I'm sorry," I wheezed softly, wincing at my ribs and seizing up.

"Stop laughing before you hurt yourself even more," He scolded, holding me upright by the shoulder, squeezing and getting some of the tension in my body to go away.

"That Jin sure is strong," I panted quietly, the pain making me say, "I should've let you kick his ass."

"Yeah, you should have," His eyes rolled but fixed on me, growing with more anger towards Jin as he noticed how hard I closed my eyes, fighting off some tears. Sitting me up in a position where my ribs wouldn't hurt as much, hugging me softly and whispering, "You can let it out if you need to, okay?"

As much as we toyed and messed with each other, knowing how deeply he cared for me made my emotions spike up again; gently hugging him back, again trying to cope with all the feelings by joking around again, whispering to him:

"Thanks, you big softy."

"Cut me a break," He huffed, chuckling himself and making me freeze when his head laid on mine, whispering back, "You should know by now that you're special to me."

My heart started pounding, something deep in my heart making me tilt my head, gazing up at him:

"Hey, Hwoarang..."

"Yeah?"

I couldn't contain how I felt about him, kissing him when his gaze met mine. His kiss back was so soft and sweet, holding his cheek as it grew deeper, his arms still gentle as they closed around me more.

Our lips broke away with a quiet gasp, but we shared a smile, telling him:

"You're special to me, too."

"Well, yeah, it's me." He was always so cocky, making me roll my eyes playfully, but I was the one who was all flustered when he kissed me when I wasn't looking, winking at me and chuckling as I looked at him with butterflies multiplying in my stomach, "About time this happened..." 

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[gay-dorito-dust]

I hear you write for tekken!!! So idk if ur okay with this but: Jin Kazama x fem reader post sex cuddles and sweet nothings XD

This man has a slutty waist, why am I a slut for a man with a slutty waist it’s not fair- anyways this is my first time writing for something like this, so if it comes off shit that’s why. 🦦

‘I wasn’t too rough was I?’ Was the first thing Jin asked whilst holding you firmly against his chest, his strong hands were splayed across your back and his fingers were on the verge of lulling you to sleep with their gently and soothing caresses.

‘Rough? No. Passionate and romantic? Absolutely but I wasn’t exactly complaining now was I.’ You teased with a hoarse voice that was slowly but surly recovering. You had to admit your were a little sore in places but it wasn’t like it was completely unpleasant to the point you’d have to say something about it.

After all you knew how seriously Jin took you and your safety that even if you did mention it, he’d be out of bed before you know it to find something to relieve your soreness whilst treating you like glass in the process; something you have got to help him unlearn because you knew you weren’t going to break under his touch but he didn’t.

Sweet as that might be, sometimes you just want to be held in the well defined arms of your beautiful man and soak in the aftermath together with nothing but the sound of your breathing for company.

‘I’m serious, you need to tell me if I’m ever going too far next time.’ Jin insisted as he looked down at you with a serious expression. ‘I don’t want to ever cause you harm…no matter the circumstance.’ You understood his fear but in that moment you couldn’t get it out of your head of how lucky you were to have someone as ethereal as Jin in your life as you reached a hand out to hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

‘And I’m serious when I say that you could never hurt me Jin. I put my trust in you for a reason and you’ve never gave me a reason to regret that decision.’ You told him softly as you pulled him in close without waiting for him to say anything, just so that you could kiss him on the lips, melting at the sweetness of it as you weaved your lips between one another; savouring it at your own pace and committing it to memory so that you’d never forget the taste of his kiss. Something that you were starting to think was impossible because how could you possibly be made to forget a kiss as unique and enticing as Jin’s?

‘What did ever I do to deserve someone as beautiful, as kind and understanding as you after all I’ve done or will ever do afterwards this moment?’ Jin asked upon pulling away, tucking you even closer against him as though he was fearing that you’d be taken from him in that very moment. You traced shapes into his broad chest before planting a few quick kisses there before making yourself at home within the crook of his neck, nosing the skin there affectionately.

‘Just being you.’ You replied softly, moving a hand to play with his hair, hearing him hum in content. ‘It may not sound like much of a reason but to name just a single thing that I love about you should be illegal when I love you in your entirety.’ You added, feeling the need to let everything you’ve been keeping inside out while given the chance. You didn’t want to regret anything later on nor leave a single thing unsaid between the two of you. ‘Good and the bad because it wouldn’t be nearly as genuine a love if I only focused solely on your good traits. I wouldn’t be loving you authentically if I did.’ You concluded, feeling a weight finally remove itself from your chest.

‘Then I too want to love you as authentically as possible.’ Jin stated as though it was fact. ‘Allow me to love your flaws as I do the rest of you, frivolously and without a second thought, for you have opened me up the idea that love is anything but beautiful, that love is patient, kind and considerate of those who are a little more lenient to let themselves freely fall into it.’

Jin then rested his forehead against the top of your head, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, wanting to engrave this moment to memory in hopes of having something to look back at fondly. ‘You’ve shown me all of that and so much more that I don’t think I could possibly hope to repay you for all you’ve done for me but I can only try.’

You smiled as you began to close your eyes also, finally conceding to your body’s desire to fall fast asleep, though not before saying. ‘You already do Jin, you already do and I couldn’t be even more in love, if that’s even possible.’ You let out a sleepy chuckle and felt Jin gently kiss into your head.

‘I’m glad to hear that because you’ve made me a really, really happy man that I didn’t know I could even be.’ He mutters.

‘You deserve to be happy Jin, more then anyone.’ You sluggishly responded, kissing his neck.

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