#txt hurt/comfort

[cheeseceli]

The Only Good Thing

Pairing: idol Hueningkai × Gn!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, fic (1k words)

Prompt: “aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell”

Warnings: scenes of overworking, brief panic attack, mentions of insecurities

A/n: because my boy deserves better | daily click

Did I ever tell you I'm not doing well?

Hueningkai should probably calm down. Sweating palms, accelerated heartbeat and a darkened vision isn't exactly the best state he has ever been in. He feels like he's losing it lately.

The pressure of the media, the hatred comments coming from all places at once and the high expectations make his life a living hell. For God's sake, even the compliments feel like daggers. Everything feels backhanded and it's tiring. It's exhausting and he has no idea of how long he can take that for.

But when he sees his members get up and continue practice, he feels a little bit dumbfounded. They suffer that too, don't they? Why do they look okay? Hueningkai feels like he will break if he does as much as getting up, so how are the members so... well?

Is he exaggerating his situation? Maybe that's why the comments say he's burdening the group?

He gets up slowly and trying his best to just not burst into tears. He needs to take it. He needs to keep going.

So he does.

Oh I try, I try, I try, but it takes over my life

Maybe he's doing too much now.

It's been five hours since practice ended. Well, technically. It's been five hours since the rest of the boys left. But for hueningkai, this is just the start of the night.

He feels like he needs to do more. Everyone seems to agree on this, at least. On the fact that he is not enough. He truly doesn't want to leave the group - it's his home, his family and his dream. So the only possible outcome is for him to become worthy of it. So he will try as much as he can, even more than that.

And if it consumes him, well, it's a price to pay, isn't it?

His vision was still dark. He couldn't see properly, so that's probably the reason why he was so lost. Almost losing himself.

He also didn't notice how his cell phone was exploding with notifications. His members asking why he was taking so long to come back to the dorm and you asking where he was.

The gates to get out of hell were open, but he couldn't see amidst his hazy mind.

Dear angel;

It was around 2am when he heard the door to the practice room open and then Kai finally stopped his repeated movements. Standing with all your glory, even with a tired look into your face, you entered the room. If it wasn't for the timing, he could've sworn the sun had just reached its highest point on sky.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"The boys called me a few times. All of them. They were worried because you didn't go home, so they thought you could be with me."

That would've been a way better idea, if he's being honest. It would've gave him the opportunity to sleep peacefully for at least a night before having to face the horrors of life in the morning. But he couldn't have this luxury, could he now?

"I had to practice a bit more. I told them that."

"Well, 'a bit more' is usually just an hour. It's not seven hours after the practice had ended. It's damn late now, Kai."

He looked out of the window. It was very dark outside.

"Why did you come here at this time? It's pitch black outside, something could've happened."

"A friend of mine lent me his car. That's how I came and that's how we'll be going back home."

"I still need to-"

"You need to sleep, Kai. To rest. Working until your bones fall off won't be of any help. Besides, Yeonjun told me you were doing just fine in the practice, why are you training so hard?"

"Because 'just fine' isn't enough" you heard his voice break at that. Everything in him was showing signs of an upcoming collapse. You had no idea of how long he'd be able to take in like that "I need to do better."

He looked at the floor, trying to breathe calmly. He was so focused on dancing before that he didn't feel anything, but now his body was so tired he felt like his knees would give up anytime soon. He already feels like he disappointed so many people, he can't disappoint you. Especially not you.

Even when looking down, he heard your footsteps get closer to him until he felt your hands on his cheeks. His body was extremely hot out of all that practice. The urgency of needing him to rest was just growing by the minute.

"Kai" he still didn't look at you. You knew he felt too ashamed to do so "Kai, please. You are such a good artist. A great one. You put your entire soul into your work and it's beautiful to see. Don't feel like you have to change that."

"I know some people who would disagree."

"I can guarantee you that those people have never seen a video of yours. They had never heard you sing. They are here only to hate because that's the only thing they know how to do. If they did pay attention to anything you ever did, they would fall in love with you. Just like your fans did. Like the boys and I did."

At this point, he couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, Kai gave up to your touch and rested his head on your shoulder, not caring anymore if he was crying or not.

"Let's go home, okay?"

You just felt his head nod in the crook of his neck. He felt that he was still lost in that hell of a maze, but at least now there was an angel willing to guide him through the exit. And God, how he wished he could get out soon enough and just be with you and your light.

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

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[jungkookslipring]

Everybody Hurts

pairings: bff!Beomgyu + bf!Yeonjun x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

tw: mental health struggles, crying

Whoever said everything happens for a reason can kindly fuck off. Cause whether there’s a reason or not everything hurt. No words could comfort you in this time in your life with all that’s going on. The weight of the world, everything that’s happening that’s out of your control, everything you see on social media and TV, trying to ignore it for your own personal health but wanting to acknowledge it so you don’t feel ignorant. Dealing with your mental health but feeling like you can’t because “someone out there had it worse than you” makes you feel even worse. It’s all too much, and the idea of getting out of bed leaves your heart feeling heavy because you have the privilege of not wanting to leave your warm heated bed while other people in the world would give anything to have one. Checking your phone was like a game of chance because while you wanted to be on social media and check in on your friends, the chances of you seeing something heartbreaking on someone’s story were high. Any noise from your phone that indicated a message you ignored, cause you couldn’t bear to look at the screen of your phone anymore. You buried yourself further into your bed, going on day three of not speaking to anyone; your friends, your family, your partner, no one. You loved them, and you were grateful for their love but simply waking up every day was mentally and physically exhausting. You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a knock on your door. Your pitch-black room was introduced to a sliver of light seeping through as your boyfriend and best friend poke their heads in. 

“Y/N?” A small voice said, breaking the silence. You had no energy to move, not enough to even say hello, cause once you did, it was over. 

“I tried to tell him to give you space but you know how he is,” Yeonjun slightly chuckled as Beomgyu got under the covers with you, hugging your frame tightly. You giggled when you had to blow his long hair out of your face.

“You need to cut your hair homie,” you joke as you finally move a limb to move the hair out of your face and his. 

“Never!” He whispered, knowing if he spoke above a whisper your headache would become more prominent. They’ve been wanting to see you for the past few days but because of their crazy go go go schedule they didn’t have time for phone calls or daily visits. Even when they did want to see you, you didn’t have the energy to interact with anyone, and they understood. Beomgyu, on the other hand, was stubborn and needed to see his bestie right here right now.

“What can we do for you, love?” Yeonjun asked as he went in to kiss you. They knew you were struggling mentally with everything that was going on right now, and they wanted nothing more than to just be there for you,  whether that was getting you groceries or sending you coffee money or having cuddle sessions. You didn’t know, you didn’t know how to ask for help or what they could do to help you. Yeonjun got under the covers and pulled you into his arms with Beomgyu still attached to you. 

“Are you okay, y/n?” Beomgyu asked. That was it. That was your last straw. You shook your head as you buried your face into Yeonjun’s shoulder, one hand gripping his shirt while the other clutched onto Beomgyu’s arm that was wrapped around your waist. Yeonjun kissed your forehead as your tears plopped onto his shirt, your body was shaking and all the pent-up frustrations and sadness were being let out as your boyfriend and best friend held you close. When you were reduced to just sniffles, Yeonjun wiped the tears from your cheek and whispered 

“I know I can’t take away all of your pain, but allow us to carry some of that burden for you. You don’t have to go through any of this alone. Whatever you’re going through, your feelings are valid. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?” 

He read your mind so well it was kind of scary. You nodded as he held you tighter, feeling all the love warm up in your chest as the two reminded you that they were here for you.

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[truly-twirls]

takeout or duffle bags? - c. beomgyu

Word Count: 1,328

Warnings: Slight food mention, Relationship issues idk

Characters: Choi Beomgyu, Choi Soobin

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet(?) Ending

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You wanted to leave. Right here, right now.

You couldn’t stand feeling like a shadow that he walked past every single damn time. It was insulting at this point.

There was a point in time when you truly believed that your relationship was strong enough to get through thick and thin.

Beomgyu made you believe that, anyways.

Lately, you’ve seen him maybe twice a week if you’re lucky. But that was well after midnight and you were already in bed, few words were exchanged as he fell asleep immediately after changing.

He stopped leaving notes or texts for you to wake up to in the mornings, no updates throughout the day unless he was going out of town.

To be fair, you weren’t much different. You stayed in your office several hours a day, seven days a week. It used to be due to major projects coming in where you would take the lead on. Now, it’s because you couldn’t stand to sit alone in that apartment longer than you needed to.

How the hell did we get here?

Both you and Beomgyu used to text each other often, expressing each other’s excitement to share a meal, or meet each other for multiple dates throughout the month.

Nothing is ever planned anymore. Everything is last minute, quick, and most painfully: quiet.

You yearned to hear Beomgyu’s laugh, or his teasing, just something. Anything had to be better than this standoff between the two of you that seemed to have no clear beginning nor end.

However, you were not the only one suffering. You could feel it. Beomgyu was also feeling the heaviness of the atmosphere within your two-year relationship.

Beomgyu has been shutting himself in his studio, his only company being instruments and speakers at full blast. But he was rarely able to come up with anything tangible, just simple beats or verses that went nowhere.

He felt like he was slowly trickling into a puddle far below him, unable to do anything about it but watch. Words left him any time he saw you, and he watched as what the two of you built together crumbled apart.

The other members tried to reach out and understand how he was feeling but Beomgyu gave them nothing.

He gave you nothing.

He lost the ability to go to you with his worries some time ago. He wanted to come across it again, he missed being able to.

At this point in time, it appeared that neither of you had anything else to give to each other. Just solemn silence.

“Are you two going to end things?”

That was a question you heard from the members, your friends, and quite literally anyone who knew of the situation.

Of course you didn’t want to end things, that was the last thing you wanted. And you hoped Beomgyu felt the same, but your options were beginning to disappear.

Plus you weren’t sure if your heart could bear much more of this. Very few threads still connected the two of you.

You could pack a bag. You could stay with your parents for a while. You can see how life would be like without this. Without Beomgyu.

It’s not like there’s much left to miss.

“What are you doing?”

A low voice startled you from your speeding train of thought, eyes focused on the clothes that were half stuffed into a duffle bag. You looked up to see your boyfriend standing in the bedroom door frame, with a bag of takeout food in one hand and in the other was his phone, open to the text messages between the two of you.

The contact photo was a selfie Beomgyu took of the two of you a while back, he surprised you with a kiss on the cheek right as he clicked the ‘capture’ button. Recalling that memory only made your heart ache more. How could he look at that photo and still be unable to say more than ‘goodnight’ to you?

“Y/N, what’s with the bag?” This time, your boyfriend’s voice was softer, as if he was beginning to understand what he was witnessing.

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You were halfway correct about the photo Beomgyu had selected for your contact. He adored that photo, he looked at it more times throughout the day than he’d like to admit.

Soobin caught him today looking at the photo, he could hear Beomgyu’s sobs from outside the studio’s door.

“You’re not getting anywhere looking at their photo when Y/N is at your apartment right now. They likely miss you as much as you miss them,” The sound of the leader sitting on the couch quickly fled Beomgyu’s ears as he sighed.

“It’s all I keep telling myself. They’re right here. I can’t help but feel pathetic for being like this..”

Silence filled the room for a moment, but of course, the question weighing heavy on Soobin’s tongue was obvious.

“What exactly has been—”

“I don’t think I can give Y/N more. I am all that I can be, and I don’t think that’s enough for them,” Beomgyu covered his teary eyes with his forearm, letting himself feel the weight of the world on his chest. “I can see us being together for so long, but at the same time I can see them being unhappy and never telling me.”

Beomgyu’s mind flashed back to when the two of you picked each other up from the lowest of times, wondering if you were true to your word that you’d always be there, and that you were more than happy to do so.

Soobin sat in front of Beomgyu, resting his hands on the younger member’s shoulders. And then proceeded to shake the living hell out of them.

“Wake up!! You’ve been in this spiral for how long? You know what you can do, you know that you’re able to fix this. You’re scared, Choi Beomgyu. You’re scaring yourself into isolation.”

“I don’t think I can get them back, Soobin..”

“…You should go to them. Just sit with them, because personally Beomgyu? I think you’re running out of time,” Soobin spoke up about the very fear Beomgyu, and you as well, had been dwelling on for the past weeks.

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The bag of takeout crinkled from how much Beomgyu’s hand was shaking. He processed one thing at a time.

There was an open duffle bag on the bed. That bag had clothes in it, your clothes. And you. You were looking at Beomgyu with desperation and guilt.

“Are you done, Y/N? Is this it? Are we done? I mean… What is this?…”

“Beomgyu.. I..” You ran a hand through your hair, huffing.

“It’s the last thing I want. But how much longer could we have done this?”

“I didn’t mean for this to go on so long, I needed time to think and.. I don’t know—”

“What did you think I needed? The silence? The isolation? I just wanted you, Beomgyu!” Tears were threatening to start rolling down your face, you just felt so angry at this point. Any other emotion was exhausted by you throughout the past weeks.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I truly am… Do you want to talk now? Over some good food?” A somber smile met Beomgyu’s cheeks as he lifted up the bag of takeout that is likely to be cold soon.

Your mind was going between the tied plastic bags and your duffle bag, going between how you’re night was going to go.

Are you truly ready to talk about everything?

You finally met Beomgyu’s eyes, the tension was thick and the stakes were high. This was a relationship you both cherished and wanted to fix, tonight is just the first step into reaching the comforting endearment the two of you have shared for so long.

You walked up to your boyfriend, taking the takeout bags from his hands, and made your way to the living room for a late-night dinner.

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[lullabytaeyong]

Apple Picking R!🐻🐧

✦✧✦✧ Ageretober Day 5 (Injury) ✦✧✦✧

Summary: Beomgyu takes a big tumble while out and about with Soobin, Yeonjun and Kai.

Word Count: 2,590

Beomgyu was all smiles and laughter as he stared up a the two horses pulling a hay ride at the apple orchard. They were both beautiful. One was a shiny chestnut brown, and the other a sandy color with lighter speckles that covered her back and neck. He was in a small line waiting to pet one with Soobin before they would get on the long cart waiting to take them. When it was finally their turn, Beomgyu held back his shrill giddy noises and stepped carefully closer to the first horse. He stood quietly but full of awe and excitement.

“Hi, baby.” He said sweetly, slowly raising his hand up to the side of the horses face, watching her reaction incase she didn’t want to be pet anymore.

The horse didn’t flinch. She was clearly very socialized. Still, Beomgyu took his time and moved cautiously. He couldn’t stop smiling as he stroked the bridge of the horse’s big nose, eventually going further down near her nose. Soobin was a little nervous to get too close, so he stood a couple feet back, recording Beomgyu’s precious encounter.

“You’re so pretty. Do you know that? So cute and friendly!” Beomgyu cooed to the animal. He would’ve stayed there all day if there wasn’t another person waiting for him to finish. He wanted to braid flowers into the horses long mane, feed her treats, take her home…

“Okay, I have to go now. Bye, horsey.” Beomgyu said very quietly to his friend. (She was his friend now)

He looked back at Soobin with a big grin and giggled out of how happy he felt. The horse on the other side was getting some of its gear adjusted, so he couldn’t say hello to both of them. Soobin took a quick picture of the horse and rejoined the others with Beomgyu. Yeonjun had an undisclosed fear of horses, so he stayed back with Kai, who was too shy to greet the horse in front of everyone else. Besides, there were rocks in the wide dirt path for him to inspect.

“We lived, hyung.” Soobin commented sarcastically.

“I can see that. From here it looked like Gyu was telepathically communicating with the horse.” Yeonjun chuckled. Beomgyu ran up to him and squealed, grabbing both of his hands and bouncing.

“I got so close! She was so pretty! Go pet her, she’s not scary!” He pointed back in the direction of the horse enthusiastically. Everyone needed to meet that horse.

“I’m all set. Looks like the last group his saying hi to her now. We should get on.” Yeonjun said. He was correct. When Beomgyu turned his head to make sure what he was saying was true, a few people were petting horse.

“Okayy…C’mon Kai!”

Beomgyu hopped over to where Kai was still crouched near the ground and grabbed his hand, pulling him up and towards the hayride. He was taken aback by the sudden grab and whined at Beomgyu.

“Gentle Beomgyu, he doesn’t like being rough.” Yeonjun chided, as he followed them up the three wooden steps onto the wagon.

Beomgyu plopped down with Kai on a free hay bale and directed Soobin and Yeonjun to sit on either side of them. Kai snuggled up to Yeonjun’s arm when he sat down and observed the people around them, the cat ears on his cream colored hat poking Yeonjun’s throat. There weren’t too many, and since they were in such a small town, in the middle of nowhere america, the likelihood of getting recognized was slim. That was why they were in such an obscure state they had never heard of. It gave them some more freedom. No one really paid any attention to them, only when they noticed how they were speaking a different language. That also had its perks. It meant that he and Beomgyu could talk however they wanted and no one would know how childish it really was.

“Are you having fun?” Yeonjun asked, already knowing the answer. Kai nodded with a smile.

A couple minutes later and they were moving. The ride down the road that passed the sections of trees that weren’t available to be picked from was bumpy. Kai held on extra tight to Yeonjun and turned his head to look out behind them at what they were passing. Beomgyu was thrilled to bits. Soobin had to keep his arm around his waist to prevent him from getting to excited and moving around so much that he fell out. That wasn’t out of the realm of possibility when it came to Beomgyu. The ride was short and they were slowing down before they knew it. Everyone got off and headed out in different directions with their friends and family to whatever apples they preferred.

The wooden signs were placed at the end of each long row of trees, but the writing was very worn and hard to read. Soobin unfolded a little map he was given when they laid for the bags and quirked his head. The names of the sections were very peculiar. He had no idea that there were so many kinds of apples.

“I want sweet ones.” Came Kai’s small voice next to his shoulder.

“I know the yellow ones are sweet and they’re further down from here…These red ones might be sweet? I’m not sure what these names are.” Soobin rambled partially to himself.

“Let’s just taste ‘em!” Beomgyu blurted out, listening in on what he had been mumbling.

“If you taste one you don’t like, then what?” Yeonjun asked.

“You eat it for me?” Beomgyu said hopefully. Yeonjun couldn’t deny, it was endearing to hear. He gave him an unsure response and handed him his own bag to collect apples in.

“Let’s go look for yellow apples.”

Yeonjun and Beomgyu took the lead down the dusty gravel path, while Kai waddled along beside Soobin. They found them quickly and stepped into the long row of trees that held plenty of fruit. Beomgyu skipped ahead and ducked underneath some lower branches and popped back up, his head poking through some leaves. He found a good looking apple and did what the sign’s at the entrance said, “Twist and pull!” Pop! The apple easily came off the branch.

“Hyungie! I got one!” Beomgyu announced, barely visible.

“Nice job!” Yeonjun called back, as he was helping Kai unfold his bag.

When he looked up, Kai had an apple covered in dirt and grass up to his mouth. Before Yeonjun could react, he mindlessly took a bite.

"Hey! Spit that out!" Soobin scolded, knocking the apple from his hand and holding his chin. "Kai, that's yucky. Spit it out."

Kai whined and spat out the chewed up mush. Soobin stepped back in relief and shook his head.

“Okay, here you go, baby. Look there’s some right here!” He said like a teacher to Kai, strategically redirecting him before he got upset. He pointed to a branch on the tree closest to their right where three apples were ready to pick, encouraging the shy boy along.

Kai scratched his head and unsurely touched one of the apples. It looked yummy. He tried to pull, but it stayed attached to the branch that rustles when it moved. Kai looked back at Yeonjun for help, but he was taking selfies with Soobin. He noticed Beomgyu’s burgundy long sleeve through the leaves of the trees on the other side of the row, and shuffle his way.

“Beomie ‘elp.” Kai said innocently. His voice clearly wasn’t loud enough to reach Beomgyu’s ears, because he started looking up through the tree branches and turned in towards the trunk.

Beomgyu had a plan. There was a cluster of apples way up high that he wanted to reach. They were big and bright from soaking in all the extra sunlight they were exposed to. The branches of the tree seemed strong enough to hold him, so he held on to one above his head and climbed onto another below it. Kai shoved himself through the leaves to see why Beomgyu didn’t answer him. He swatted away the leaves that cling to his hat and quirked his head at what he saw.

“Where’you going?” Kai questioned. Beomgyu glanced down at him and hoisted himself up another two feet.

“To get the best apples you’ve ever seen.” Beomgyu said, focusing on his next move, as bark sprinkled down from his shoes scraping the beaches.

Kai silently watched him go higher and higher. In reality, Beomgyu was about eight feet above the ground, but it felt like a lot more to both him and Kai. There were still plenty of height to the tree, but Beomgyu was at a good spot where he was high enough to get to the apples. He inches away from the tree trunk and held another branch to keep his balance. With his free hand he reached out and…his fingertips didn’t even brush the skin of the apples. He tried again, grunting from stretching his arm so far and managed to tap the top of it for second before retracting back. Beomgyu sighed. This was much harder than he expected.

He looked at the rest of the branch in front of him and decided not to move his feet any closer because the branch looked too thin to hold him past a certain point. All he could do was try to reach out even further than before. Beomgyu scrunched up his facial muscles with determination and stretched out as far as he could, feeling the strain in his shoulder. He shut one eye and felt his fingers graze one of the apples. He nearly had it! All he had to do was move a little closer and-

Beomgyu’s foot slipped, and the weight of his upper body leaning forward caused him to crash to the ground. The smaller branches scratched his cheeks and neck going down, and made loud crrshhh shhhss noises. The air knocked out of his chest when he landed face first, a fallen apple on the ground jamming into his thigh. Kai gasped and yelped, watching the scene play out in a split second. He froze.

“Boys?! Beomgyu? Kai?” Yeonjun’s voice called out to them after hearing the alarming sound of a thud. Soobin turned frantically, trying to locate either of them, but there were so many dense trees all around.

Beomgyu neurons snapped out of the state of shock and he wheezed in a short, painful breath that made him choke. The adrenaline rush surged rapidly through his body as he processed what had just happened. He coughed and wheezed a second time, trying to hold up his head and chest from the ground, only to slip back down.

“There!” Yeonjun pointed to the ears of Kai’s hat peeking through some leaves. He and Soobin rushed forward and held branches out of the way to see what happened.

“Kai! Honey, what happened?!”

“Eh!” Kai whimpered with watery eyes, pointing ahead where Beomgyu laid on the ground.

“Oh my god!” Yeonjun and Soobin gasped simultaneously. They maneuvered through the leaves and branches to reach Beomgyu and knelt down.

“Did you fall? Beomgyu, what happened?”

“Are you hurt?”

Beomgyu made a tiny shrill sound and inhaled another thin, shaky breath. It hurt to breathe, now that he regained feeling in his body. Soobin manually rolled him over and looked over him in a panic, moving the hair out of his face and cupping the back of his head. He was covered in small scratches and trembling beneath them.

“It’s okay, we’ve got you. Tell us what happened, baby.” Yeonjun tried to reassure him, although he didn’t know what happened to have Beomgyu end up in the state he was in.

The younger coughed on his tears and started sobbing, his brain and body finally reconnecting in entirety. He could feel each scratch stinging his face, and a hot, pulsing, pain in his thigh. Plus, the shock of losing his balance so high up left him an emotional mess. Soobin carefully helped Beomgyu upright and sat behind him so he could lay back on his chest. He didn’t make any complaints of pain, which meant he was probably okay for the most part.

“Shh shh shhhhh. Breathe, sweetheart.” Soobin soothed gently, dragging his fingers through his hair to get rid of the leaves stuck in it. Beomgyu hiccuped in and out a few steadier breaths until he could inhaled properly between each cry.

“A-Appaaa!” He wailed. Yeonjun hushed him softly and held his face in his hands.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m right here. It’s okay. Let’s try to calm down a little bit.”

After consoling him for a few minutes and being joined by a tearfully worried Kai, Beomgyu was able to somewhat explain what happened. He didn't tell them that in the back of his head he knew what he did was a bad idea, but he did tell them that he fell. When they asked why he was so high up in one of the trees, he simply pointed up to where they could see the cluster of apples hanging far above their heads. Soobin and Yeonjun shared a disappointed yet amused look once they understood.

"I see. I think you learned your lesson, so I won't lecture you. Can you show me where you're hurting, please?" Soobin asked.

"Here, and all over here." Beomgyu mumbled, pointing to his thigh and gesturing around his face in a circle.

"You got pretty scratched up on your face. Let's see the damage here, though."

Soobin rolled up the left leg of Beomgyu's plain gym shorts and took a look at it. It was highly unlikely that he broke any bones from the way he fell, since none of his limbs took the majority of the impact. All that was there was a off colored, redish splotch on his thigh.

"I think it's just a bad bruise, or it will be by tomorrow. You must've landed on a rock."

"Or an apple." Yeonjun added, since they were surrounded by them under the tree.

Either way, it would leave a mark. They decided to go back to the house immediately after crawling out from the trees they were sitting under. Soobin carried Beomgyu, who was still shaking some, all the way back to the car. When they got home and came inside with only eleven apples, Taehyun, who stayed back due to allergies, was very underwhelmed.

"Is this it?" He asked, eyeing the empty bag Kai was still holding. "Did he even get any?"

"Long story short, taking Beomgyu to a field of climbable trees was a bad idea. We looked away for two minutes and he was up and down again on his stomach." Yeonjun explained bluntly, sighing at how absurd it sounded.

"He fell?!"

"Yeah...he's fine, though. I think Kai is more upset about it than he is at this point. It knocked the wind out of him and he has a bruise and some scratches, but that's it. No broken bones."

"Oh my god..." Taehyun stared at him. "Where is he?"

"Nurse Soobin is patching him up." Yeonjun said, pulling the hat off Kai's head when he appeared beside him and headbutted his shoulder.

Kai saw the bag of apples and grabbed one to bring to Beomgyu.

"No doctors." He murmured to the others, taking a bite to test the flavor before scampering off.

"At least that one wasn't on the ground." The eldest sighed.

"Did he-?"

"Yes. Yes he did."

---

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[dreamesamu]

THE THINGS HE TAKES FOR GRANTED

in which he takes a moment to justify himself after never noticing your little crush for him

starring. akaashi keiji x fem!reader

genre(s): angst to fluff, (super, like-) long scenario 

warning(s): none, i think so? except for clueless keiji and not proof-reading

author’s note: akaashi is just a major green flag in this (every haikyu!! boy is 😭) i feel too bad to write them red-flag-y.

choose your character: m. atsumu | k. akaashi

you’ve known akaashi for quite some time, starting from your last year of fukurodani academy and then serendipity brought you both ended up being each other’s classmate at a same college/university. bokuto kotaro was your best friend, the little owl introduced his favorite setter to you and the friendship of three gradually become established, and as if it can not be any more inevitably, you eventually developed a secret admiration for the pretty setter when you three have been closed enough. however, graduating separated ways, kotaro pursued his journey to become professional in volleyball while keiji, once said to you he wanted a place in the literature department.

truth be told, even if you promised each other you would still keep in touch and plan every weekend friend group meeting online or offline, you’ve never expect you would share every class in higher education life with your crush, the akaashi keiji. the great thing is you both are paired up for an presentation assignment in the major you and him pursue, you do have plenty of time to stay close and grab his attention from making gestures that he usually failed to realizes.

here you are again, happily humming your favourite song while carrying a box wrapped with a small detailed towel, some big rolls of assignment paper stuck underneath your arm as you make your way back to where you both planned to finish the project - the library. 

“keiji, i’m back!” you set your things respectively on the table, and akaashi nods with a smile on his face in acknowledgement.

“oookay, so here’s your today’s snack, I hope you’ll like it” you grin, tapping on the box before pushing it to his side as he receives it and casually opens it while speaking.

“hmm? are those sketches of our poster? you can always edit them on the computer, why the effort?” he chuckled softly before completely unwrapping the bento box.

“I’m not good at designing and stuff. I may draw as I like and you’ll be the one to edit it on the computer.” you puff your cheek out, hands resting on hips as you watch his reaction to your delicately decorated sweets in the box made for him.

“this looks amazing.” he smiles upon seeing the pastries you made, decorated beautifully with different kinds of fruit as each pastry has different flavours, you probably did not stay up so late last night just to make all kinds of flavours for him to show how much you like him. yeah, probably not.

"oh, it's nothing, I just hope it doesn't taste bad" you chuckle nervously while scratching the back of your neck, letting his praise send you up to cloud nine.

your actions falter when you see akaashi put back the box's cap on, set it aside as he leans over to reach the posters you drew.

"now then, can we start working on the project?" he spreads out the piece of paper, glancing at you as you stand there awkwardly, prefer him taking a bite to look through all of your efforts than just shrugging it off and go straight to the main part of your study session.

"what...? oh- um..." you trail off, a bit embarrassed. "wouldn't you like to try one out? it won't hurt to just have a taste of it..."

"maybe later, y/n. we have other things need to be done right now." he merely states, eyes study the poster in front of him, unknowingly sinking your heart.

"yes, right." you shift slightly, taking the sit by the opposite of him, trying to catch up with him on the progress.

you let your mind wanders off how many times you've lost count already while akaashi quietly focused on scribbling something in his notebook, every thoughts you have are always about keiji, your feelings and the stare you give him thinking it's discreet. what's stopping him from trying my tarts out? and how does he feel being around me? or is that his way of rejecting something without making that person feel bad? flooded your mind.

"y/n?" you realize his faint voice ringing somewhere "y/n..." the voice becomes clearer. "earth to y/n, you're staring." awh, snap. right.

you blink, startled before clearing your throat, mumbling a small apology as you try to get yourself busy with the work underneath you once again.

but akaashi just chuckles, his voice calm and reassuring.

"hey, you seem off today. it's lunch break, please make yourself comfortable." you fumble at his words, it's noon already? as he collects his books and tidy it up at one corner of the table before speaking again.

"yuri satsuki is inviting me to have lunch with her. would you like to also join? i think she wouldn't mind." he kindly offers, probably not knowing the words struck you shocked.

you know satsuki-senpai, she's a year older than you and has been a social butterfly ever since you set foot in student life. she is a nice person, you conceived, but not until you found out that she has a huge crush on your akaashi keiji, her behaviour in your eyes became somewhat annoying. in return, she did realize she had a rival to win over him, you acknowledge that through the smug look she gave every time akaashi was around her instead of you, that is how the tension gradually builds up between you and your pain-in-the-ass rival.

and now she's even invited keiji for lunch? you feel an uncomfortable twist in your belly, screaming that if you do not take further actions, you lose akaashi to her. but his way of discarding your hard work, also known as an attempt to get his attention earlier discourages you hastily. this comes to a realization: ever since he start hanging out with satsuki-senpai, he has never touched one of your cooks once.

"no, i'm fine staying here. you go" you force a smile waving him goodbye. he hesitates upon seeing the downward trend of your mood as well as the strange attitude every time he brings up yuri.

"what are you waiting for?" you scoff, trying your best to make it sound not so bitterly. he nods quietly before ruffles your hair, thoughtfully remind you to get something to eat before start working again, and he'll be back with you soon.

you groan for the nth time in thirty minutes since his last leave, deciding not to eat anything at all after you laugh bitterly to yourself seeing the bento box laid cold by his stuffs which corrects your thoughts that he is not going to appreciate what you did for him.

the chair scraped the floor when you stand up, attempting to compose yourself when you feel your brain need a break from overthinking such situations.

on the way out of the library, your eyes meet yuri satsuki's, assuming that keiji is just somewhere around here as his lunch break partner is the person you least excited to bump into.

"well, well. isn't that the girl whose best friend choose to hang out with me instead of her?"

excuse me?

"don't get too ahead of yourself, satsuki-senpai. just a friendly reminder" your tone evidently irritated as you flash her an unamused smile, trying to avoid her as soon as possible.

but the radio scene of her voice replayed all over your head, your mind goes muddy despite the fresh air you're trying to take in, you let out a shaky breath, tears brimming out.

maybe, he doesn't quite noticed the things I did for him after all...

---

"you're back. where were you?" akaashi worried tone surprises you after a quite fine time of trying to find you because your study desk in the library was empty.

"i was... out for fresh air. why?" your voice is off and he noticed that. he always knew when something is bothering you, and right now he definitely know that something is wrong.

"after i finished my lunch i got yours, 'cause i know when i'm back you would still hadn't eaten anything." his brows slightly furrow seeing your avoiding attitude.

"thanks, keiji." you said briefly, take the package from his hand and sit down on your seat, never forget to notice the pastry box still intact.

your strange attitude didn't just stop there, it confuses akaashi for a more couple of days of your avoidance, he dislike the way you put a small distance between you both in study sessions, you flinch and tense around him more often, your answers and conversations are brief and sometimes awkward as you seem to be more preoccupied and attentive rather than to communicate with him.

"good morning, y/n." he smiles, your state has been bothering him for days as he is paying attention to your fade grin and a small "hey" as a greet back.

then he fumbles. something is missing...

oh. but then, realization sets in him quite quickly: you didn't bring any homemade sweets today.

"y/n..." he hesitates, meeting your eyes as you lift your head up from the notebook you're scribbling on. "does your home perhaps... out of ingredients or something?"

you are stunned for a moment, knowing exactly what he was trying to imply, scared to look at him directly in the eye as you shift your gaze elsewhere, pretending to have forgotten.

"oh... you mean the pastries... I forgot to do it. I was busy yesterday"

lies. he see through it, you know that, but you can't just blurt it all out that you're heartbreaking because of his indirect rejection that never says he doesn't like you, but makes you feel like it did.

"hey... i know something is wrong, can you tell me what it is?"

there it is - the worried look on such handsome face that never fails to make your heart flutter. but you know, that is just his nature of being an attentive and thoughtful person, not just for only you, but for everyone in his orbit.

so his question remained unanswered.

akaashi has been extremely distracted due to the sudden lack of your affection on him. it's just doesn't feel the same. even if he refuses it but deep down, he misses your midday snacks, your bubbly laugh around him and that flushed cheeks you wear every time he caught you staring. it has been a whole week since, and the fact that you didn't join the friend group video call with bokuto last sunday was his last straw.

he misses you, dearly. and if he doesn't do anything now before your project is finished, he might find it difficult to approach you even when you are his best friend.

and then, on an another lovely morning in the college's campus, an emotion he thinks he's aware of stirring in his stomach at the scene of you handing out a bento box wrapped with the same detailed towel, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as the other boy laughs lightly, scratches his neck, sending regards with a polite bow before making his way back in the classroom, akaashi doesn't like what his eyes have witnessed, so when he met yours, the bitterful look sends shivers down your spine.

you turn away, begin to walk, you do not want to deal with your bothered heart right now, not if it has anything to do with him, with that thought, you choose to neglect it because it is just your one-sided feelings for him.

but you hear footsteps behind, next is a small "wait" escaped from his lips when he managed to catch up and hold gently on your arm. that stopped you midtrack.

"please. can we talk?" he pleads.

---

you find yourself trapped by his presence in a corner of the school's library. there's no point in avoiding now.

"i'm sorry." he states. "i like you, i should've known."

your eyes widen. why- all of a sudden?

akaashi glances at you, softly sighs before bring your hand up to his face and kiss your knuckles gently.

"i understand now, i was clueless, you have the very right to be mad at me." each sentences he speaks crack your heart, but at the same time, they give you hope.

you neither know how to react, nor what to say, you just stand there, completely speechless, it encourages him to continue his speech of pursuing you.

"the last time i went to have lunch with satsuki, she confessed to me." he stopped, watching your expression. "but i turned her down, then, she got angry and started to brag about you. i did not like what she said, so i got quite defensive and... that was when i realised."

"i didn't know when it started. i just knew that i didn't feel very comfortable seeing you bringing your pastries that was meant for me to someone else, and more it's because i didn't appreciate it."

he squeezes your hand, afraid if not, you'll slip from his grip and become somebody else's apple. he certainly dislikes the thought.

"i want your pastries back, i love them as much as i love you. please let me correct such a terrible mistake."

---

"yes, hello. i've received the box, thank you, my love."

akaashi spins his office chair slightly, softly speaking to the phone stuck between his cheek and shoulder with a smile while unwrapping a huge warm box of freshly baked tarts.

"keiji, bad news, i'm out of powdered sugar after that batch." your voice echoed on output, he chuckles.

"are you free after work? we can visit the supermarket to purchase some. i'll drive, consider this a date with me, 'mkay?"

© 2024 dreamesamu. all rights reserved.

[buckevantommy]

tommy surprised buck with their 1st kiss. buck surprised tommy with their 2nd kiss. for their 3rd kiss i'd love to see it be a mutual thing where they both know it's going to happen; there's just something about that moment of knowing before lips meet - the anticipation - and i want so badly to see that on both their faces.

[terezicaptor]

fit passes out after being drugged in 2b2t by someone who says they have a bounty out for bringing him to a certain person alive and theyre getting paid more than anyone could ever imagine and hes fucking terrified bc what the fuck do they want with him

and when he wakes up hes in pacs arms and pac is like. erm. sorry about that. but people do not respond positively if u say ur trying to get ur bf back here ^^ so i had to make u think horrible things were gonna happen to u. oops

[tyungelic]

★ my love, mine all mine

Nothing is certain in this world.

This is something you know for sure; the realization hit particularly hard when lay-offs were happening at your job and you were the first to be on the chopping block.

You spent days stuck in bed, miserable and unsure of what to do next, staring blankly ahead with tired eyes. You'd worked your ass off for years just to be reminded that you're easily replaceable. You loved your job, that love clearly wasn't returned.

But Taehyun... Oh, your sweet Taehyun.

No one loves you, takes your hand and leads you out of the darkness, like Taehyun does.

Taehyun sits on the bed, alongside you and your grief. He rubs your back as you sob for what feels like hours. You still get embarrassed when you cry in front of him, even after all these years, but he doesn't mind. He's seen you in moments much worse than this, bent over a toilet vomiting after a bad night out, or when you pushed him away because you thought you weren't good enough... You still don't think you're good enough for him, but what he said to you that night reverberates through your head in times like these.

"That's for me to decide. I want to stay, so let me stay with you, Y/N. Please."

He wants to stay.

There's nothing you want more than for him to stay.

"Taehyun," you call for your boyfriend, voice quiet and pleading.

"Honey?" he responds warmly.

"C-Can you hold me?"

He doesn't give a verbal answer, but the sudden shifting of the bed and his strong, warm arms around you give you all the answer you need. You close your eyes and suddenly, you're crying all over again.

You're so thankful for him, so thankful you have each other.

[ryxiez]

Not A Walk In the Park

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

Genera ➛ angst (no part 2 yet)

Pairing ➛ idol!Yeonjun x nonidol!reader

Word Count ➛ 1.05k

Warnings ➛ swearing, yelling, belittling the reader, (other angst stuff). Nicknames like baby and my love.

AN: I don’t see myself writing a second part any time soon, so for now it’s going to be left open ended

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

Fighting wasn't a usual occurrence between the two of you. Communication was something you both valued. You guys even took pride in being good at ever since your relationship started. However, that fact didn't seem to apply to today.

Things were said that either neither of you meant, the words thrown around almost as if they meant nothing. But, the sting was real.

It happened to be a long day for you, wanting nothing more than to curl up into your boyfriends arms for the rest of the night and sleep. It always helped you forget the rest of the world for a while when he would hold you tight.

On the other hand, Yeonjun seemed to have extremely different plans.

He himself had a long day but his consisted of constant vocal and dance rehearsal. He just wanted some time to himself to think. Not about anything in particular yet everything at the same time.

However, Yeonjun had trouble vocalizing that today. He was overstimulated and didn't know how to explain was he was feeling in sensible words. As a result things took an awkward turn.

You pushed the door to your shared apartment quickly, throwing your bag aside and kicking off your shoes like you usually do, letting out a deep sigh.

Yeonjun sat with his back to you on the couch, he had his hands in his lap and his head held down. His long black hair covering the look on his face. The news channel was on, but the volume was on mute, something that was very unusual.

To you it looked like your boyfriend could use some cuddles. Maybe you were a bit bias because you wanted them yourself, but when you threw your arms around him from behind, you thought nothing more of it.

On the other hand, he became agitated immediately, his posture straightening back up fast as he reached around himself to push you away.

"Baby?... What's the matter my love?" You were confused when you asked, walking around to the other side of the couch so you could see his face clearly.

You tried to reach out for his hands that were again placed in his lap balled up into fists, wanting to hold them for reassurance. But his face scrunched up in disgust.

He harshly swatted away your hands, "Why do you always have to be so fucking clingy all the time... jeez!" He said loudly with an exaggerated sigh as he stood up from the couch.

"Excuse me?" You asked defensively, your own emotions starting to bubble up as you took a step back from his towering figure.

"You heard me. Just fuck off and leave me alone, I'm tired. I don't need you making it worse like you always do." He grumbled, now walking away from you.

Now it was your turn to be upset, he couldn't just say things like that and expect everything to be all okay.

"Your not the only one who gets to have hard days around here Mr. 'I'm more Important"' you shot back.

You had to admit, you were being childish, but it was hard to think rationally when all your feelings started crumbling. You were only trying to be nice and this is how he repays you?

"See! There you go again, blaming me for everything! Last time I checked, your not the idol around here. You just work some god damn low life job and get away with it because your in a relationship with me." He yelled, rolling his eyes and continuing to walk to your shared bedroom. He slammed the door shut without another word.

You groaned in frustration after the loud slam reverberated through the house, he's never raised his voice at you before let alone insult you like that.

You didn't want to think anymore once you felt the tears already start to fill your water line. You knew you had to leave, at least for the night, swearing that you would suffocate if you stayed there any longer.

Putting on your shoes quickly, your adrenaline running fast, you made your way out of the apartment. you couldn't think straight as thoughts flooded your mind.

'I'm I annoyingly clingy?' 'Does he really think I'm just using him for money?' 'Does he think he's actually that much better than me?' And worst of all... 'Did he fall out of love?'

Letting your feet take the lead and your brain take a back row seat, you had no idea where you were going.

You had nowhere to go. Nobody to run to. You uprooted your whole life for Yeonjun, moving away from your family and friends so you both could find a place closer to his own job at the studio. He was the only safe space you knew., but he went and threw it all away with just a few words.

It was getting dark, but by now you had an idea of where you wanted to go. There was a park a few blocks away, a very beautiful one at that. One that you had many dates at with Yeonjun, but that's besides the point.

By the time you made it there, you weren't running anymore. Tears stained your cheeks and you were out of breath. You don't remember letting them fall because you tried to hold them back, but you felt better getting them out.

Finding a secluded bench, in the corner of a small flower field, you felt a little bit better curling up onto it. Your knees curled into your chest as the small lamp on the path illuminated the flowers around you. They calmed you momentarily until a sob escaped your throat when you remembered why you were here in the first place.

- To Be Continued

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[buggiewhump]

I'm sorry, but I'm absolutely enamored with the idea of Ramon pulling this on Bullfrog to soothe him to sleep; particularly whenever he's having trouble falling asleep or just outright refuses to. Bullfrog wasn't able to protect his other comrades, and something tells me he doesn't want to lose anyone else and is willing to miss out on sleep if it meant keeping Ramon safe. Little does he know that Ramon can be just as stubborn, if not more-so.

Doing this to a frog puts them in a very vulnerable position, but I think Bullfrog would come to a point where he trusts Ramon and wouldn't have the heart to be too upset once he wakes up. Even if it was a bit of a nasty trick to pull, the intentions were sweet. <3

[niningtori]

violets are blue | preview II

“what’s wrong? no bullshit. just tell me,” he demands in a way that is uncharacteristically solemn, but you can’t answer that. the only way to get him to forget about you is for you to distract him with the person he loves most.

“but your girlfriend —”

“don't even start. what’s wrong?” he, well, asks isn’t even really the world, is it? there’s no room for negotiation in his tone.

“i… i’m sick,” is all you can really say.

“sick how? sick like you need me to take you home?” and he doesn’t really believe his own implication that it’s something so easily fixable, but he has to try.

“i’m… i’m really sick. sick like i’m dying, sick,” you manage to croak out, and it’s everything he feared and more.

“what’s wrong?! do you need to go to the hospital?!” he panics, and you feel an overwhelming sense of dread. this is what you wanted to avoid because he can’t help you. nobody can.

“baby?” the soft voice of his girlfriend pipes up from behind you. his gaze is torn away from you for just a moment, but that’s enough to make you ache.

“not now!” he snaps before turning his attention back to you, but it’s too late. you feel the sharp stems scratching at your lungs, causing a scorching sort of pain you can’t even put into words. slowly, you begin to cough — choke, really — and beomgyu is helpless to watch as you clutch your chest and hack up a mess of bloodied, tangled flowers. his eyes widen as he takes in the blood seeping from the corners of your mouth.

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[jungkookslipring]

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

Hi friends! I don't know if anyone has done this before but I wanted to create a prompt list for my hurt/comfort fics. I will eventually do one for my Tword fics but for now, if anyone wanted to request a comfort fic, they can also request a fic with these prompts! Just an idea plus it helps with when I'm choosing dialog! I'll update this list every once in a while if I come up with more ideas lol. Happy Friday!

#1 Everything will be okay

#2 Love

#3 Sweetheart

#4 Come here

#5 I'll always be there for you

#6 I'm here

#7 Can I get you anything?

#8 What's wrong?

#9 What's the matter?

#10 I knew something was bothering you

#11 Where's that smile?

#12 I know its not nothing

#13 Breathe for me

#14 Bug

#15 Jagi

#16 My sweet y/n

#17 Our y/n

#18 You are so loved

#19 I hope you know how loved you are (fun fact: this is already a fic ❤️)

#20 What can I do to make it better

#21 Please don't cry

#22 Its okay to cry

#23 Let it out

#24 My heart hurts seeing you so sad

#25 Shhh Shhhh Shhhh

#26 Let me help you

#27 Can I hold you?

#28 Can I give you a hug

#29 Bubs/Bubba

#30 There's that pretty smile

#31 You are doing so well

#32 I am so proud of you

#33 We are so proud of you

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[pareidolla]

a new au (stp voices as the protags of scarlet hollow, simultaneously) has hit the pareidolla

long long long rambling under cut:

plot bunnies

i'm thinking this au would happen after the strange beginnings ending instead of a standard modern au. the construct collapses after tlq departs with stranger, and the voices are forcibly expelled to the nearest world.

all eleven of them wake up weird clothes. the only other person with them, some weird guy, says they're on a "bus" headed for "scarlet hollow." weird stranger notes they've must have traveled far judging by their british accents (what the hell is a british???)

tabitha's eyes bulge as her cousin (hero) steps out of the bus followed by ten other people like it's a clown car. cue hero's panic as he plays along, apologizing profusely to this scary woman who's apparently his relative (???) and learns he's here for her mother's funeral (!?!!!?) fortunately, oppy cuts in and calms things down

i think the voices would be mainly separated, as opposed to all eleven of them being there for every scene and it playing out beat-for-beat like it does in the game.

for instance, only a few of the voices, particularly hero, would be driven to the estate by tabitha while the others would be forced to walk. some might hit the library, the general store, or the diner first and meet different characters then. broken definitely perks up at the mention of a church

i think hero should get to look at a bird. as a treat

trait justification

mm i've been puzzling over traits for awhile. some voices are a natural fit for a trait while others less so, and picking two for all eleven is going to require some serious stretching. i know some of the npcs in scarlet hollow have one trait but it feels... mean? lazy? to skimp out on giving everyone two traits

i think it makes sense for hero, broken, and cheated specifically to be playing hard mode. the latter because suffering defines them and the former because, try as he might, hero simply won't be able to save everyone

hero makes sense to be power build i think, i think? it's not only strength but protection, and who is he if not the the long quiet's guard? a bit stumped on a third trait however...

if i could then i would give everyone the hot trait (♡) but being hot is more about how readily people trust/like you than it is about appearances. hero's kindness would disarm most people, meanwhile smitten and opportunist make a great effort to charm others

opportunist was also made for street smarts. i just know this little weasel would lie his ass off to tabitha, sucking up to her and complimenting the scarlet estate every chance he got, before immediately gunning for the forbidden wings the moment she was out of sight. worst man alive /aff

i feel pretty comfortable in the talk to animals + keen eye for combo for hunted. perceptive voice... animal princess... p simple!

(god i want him to meet gretchen so badly. little beast, how do you expect to run with legs so small and a body this fat? ... cute?)

not quite sure what to do for smitten's second trait however. he's arguably one of the strongest voices so powerful build makes sense, but i'm also tempted to give the hot/pb combo to stubborn and i don't want any of the voices to double up. alternatively, talk to animals might be a cute nod the princess. except, instead of a bluebird as a companion, it's dustin, the desk possum.

skeptic gets the detective combo, obviously. not much to write home about here - i just think it'd be fun to see him sleuthing in another horror game. i hope he and smitten befriend kaneeka and discover what anime is

broken i'm a little... eh about in terms of traits. i'm learning towards keen eye since he's the most understanding of people's emotional states, but anything else feels like a stretch. powerful build since he can endure suffering? mystical for his connections to tower? bleh...

well, stubborn gets powerful build, obviously x2. i'm a little lost for a second trait because he's kind of straightforwardly The Strong One. not the sharpest, not the most insightful, don't see him as particularly magical enough to justify mystical or talk to animals but, as mentioned earlier, i think there's a case he could be hot. i'm only marginally against it since he's a touch aggressive and that might rub people the wrong way, but people adore jocks, and the developers once called adversary a himbo, and stubborn is basically just her.

paranoid with mystical and keen eye just makes me laugh tbh. suck it up, boy, you're gonna see EVERYTHING

cold might have also mystical, possibly? on one hand, it's the Scare The Hoes trait and cold excels at that, but i'm not sure about it. but the same, i don't think any other trait fits him either like... sure, maybe he's strong but is he ever going to use his strength? yeah, he has a brain but is he ever going to think? yeah he can see but is he ever going to-

banging my head over cheated and contrarian too. i love you both sm but your personalities are complaining about the narrative and avoiding the narrative respectively. how do i possibly convert you two into traits. this is a nightmare

[losersimonriley]

me when the “it was supposed to be a simple mission” line pops up

[dreamesamu]

THE THINGS HE TAKES FOR GRANTED

in which he takes a moment to justify himself after never noticing your little crush for him

starring. msby!miya atsumu x fem!reader

genre(s): angst to fluff, long scenario sets in post-timeskip!

warning(s): reader is nice and overworks herself. not proofhead i apologize

author’s note: It's kind of not what i had imagined but hope you enjoy it.

choose your character: m. atsumu | k. akaashi

another cliché beginning for the person you are right now - the MSBY team manager - is that you’ve loved the miya atsumu since high school. it’s not like being the team’s manager isn’t your dream, you loved this job and had been dying to do it because you’ve loved volleyball, too. plus, you will have the opportunity to stay close and take care of the team, especially your crush who just merely thinks you are his best friend.

you first laid eyes on him when you were sitting alone on the subway, his dyed-blonde locks caught your attention as he first talked to you about the chase atlantic’s song you were listening to, he was cute, warm and friendly. at that moment, you were verified that he wasn’t the guy who was fond of his fan girls that everybody had been rumoring about. He eventually found out that you guys went to the same high school, so as to start a new beginning of your bonding friendship.

It wasn’t long until you finally realized that you might have adored the pretty setter a little too much than usual. his touches, his smile, the way he calls your name and his genuine characteristics when he was used to you being around seemed a little bit more easy to flutter your heart than every other day. Ever since then, you just hid your feelings and was grateful for what you got right then because you knew that if you confess, you couldn’t get this best friend treatment that you silently fell for for any longer.

You impressed yourself for even keep it until now. you and him are mature and beautiful, but you still can’t help but feel so ‘high school’ when you look at him. the least thing you could do for a friend (crush) is care for him through bottles of flavored electrolyte water, preparing his favorite after-practice snacks and even cool and soft towels to calm the heat down after a match. However, it seems like mr. miya doesn’t notice all of the hard work you did for him, he was so used to be taken care of by you that he accidentally failed to realize the special treatment only for him but nobody else.

“Hey, tired yet? you can call it a day for now if you want?” you smiled, hand over his bottle of water you prepared for him to the softly panting atsumu taking a break on the bench. He is quite preoccupied with his earlier techniques that he need to improve, he only spares you a glance then takes the bottle to drink without saying any words, you assume that he is in a bad mood.

“oh, and” you search for the thing in your bag. “here, your towel”

he nods and takes it, it makes you feel awkward. that’s… all…? You try to not overthink yourself, after all, it was quite a tense match, and the fact that your team will have an important volleyball game the next month proves his concerns are valid.

you watch atsumu leave when hinata shoyo came up to you.

“oh? isn’t that our manager?” you startle at his voice. “hehe, please don’t mind tsumu at all, please, he just got pissed because he made a mistake during practice” the sunshine grins, having him around surely just brighten everything up, because he is just so sweet and comfortable to be with.

“no, no,… I really don’t mind at all, actually” you know atsumu better than anyone so you don’t take his actions to heart sometimes, it’s just…

“oi, oi! I know what you’re thinking, I saw you overthere doing things for tsumu. This guy, honestly…” Hinata sure saw you earlier with enthusiasm written on all over your face while preparing those towels and bottles, he felt bad for you and decided to cheer you up regardless atsumu has just cracked your poor heart a little.

“It’s okay, hinata. thank you for checking on me!” you smile wide, so my efforts wasn’t invalidated at all, gratefully bow down to see the awkward hinata trying to stutter words out.

“no- no, don’t do that, you are our manager, that’s just nothing! besides, seeing you give tsumu so special treatment makes me real jealous!!” he huffs cutely. “I really want that flavored electrolyte water, too! what a shame he wouldn’t notice.”

you laugh sheepishly as you guys return to your dorms to rest. things have been going hard for you like crazy, the work amount weighing on your shoulders make it almost unbearable, but you still stay strong and put a warm smile on your face so nobody would notices. you have been thinking of retiring just in case the situation just got worse to the level of destroying your mental health. but, by thinking of your small joy of seeing atsumu everyday, you hesitated.

your sleepless nights start when the important games take a step closer, you overworked yourself and often feel burnt out, your time with atsumu narrows as you find it hard to start a conversation even in lunch break. atsumu does feel weird. why isn’t y/n sit with us? she is nowhere to be found these days.

“hey, tsum-tsum” said bokuto. “what do you think of y/n?” he said, putting a tray of food on the table while making his way to sit.

“y/n? what’s with her?” the fake blond raises a brow, munching on his food

“I think she’s so cute and thoughtful, base on her affection for you, i betcha she’s completely smitten” the owl laughs as the other teammates giggle along. “you should consider on dating her, what a waste if you don’t, she’s literally girlfriend material, same thoughts huh, hinata?” he winks and the tangerine head give him back a thumbs up.

“dating y/n, huh?” atsumu laughs as if he doesn’t take bokuto’s statements seriously. “I don’t date my friends, you know. besides, y/n is just a close friend of mine, she ain’t my type”

“heartless tsumu… she worked so hard for you these days…” hinata fake crying when talking about you

“I know that she makes snacks and does things for me, but sometimes, that’s just unnecessary, i don’t need it to be all the damn time, it feels a little annoying, i just need to be alone to refresh my thoughts” he sighs. “now you told me to consider on dating her, i wouldn’t know how long i can take it.”

now there is dead silence following his statement, everybody just awkwardly continues finishing their lunch, and you do know eavesdropping is a thing that you shouldn’t do. but you did. before you even notice, hot streams cover your face and you feel your breath hitches. the coach sends you to check on the team at such wrong timing, you can’t face them, the voices earlier destroy your confidence, replace it with angst and hurt. so… what i did is just a bother to him, huh. you realize now, that you were such a dumbass trying to make him catch feeling by all of this. and with the tiniest amount of pride left, you back up a smile and step into the cafeteria, the atmosphere suddenly feels tense as everybody hasn’t been moving on since their last conversation, atsumu feels an uneasy feeling when he sees you behind him, guilt? he thinks.

“hey… coach sent me to check up on you guys, please be well rested at your dorms after lunch, we have practice match at 2pm, alright?” your voice evidently trembles, you try cover it up with some fake coughs. oh, who are you kidding? it’s atsumu miya we’re talking about. he first notices how your eyes are a bit swollen, have you been crying? your tired figure due to sleepless nights, the way you haven’t eaten properly shows right in front of his eyes. he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart, in which moment he never wanted to see you like this, ever again. but, what’s all this for? he doesn’t like you… right? because- you’re his best friend, and caring is what’s best friends do, am I correct?

you left the cafeteria. atsumu feels like his whole head is going to explode, he regrets what he said earlier, knowing seventy per cent that you might have listened to it. he is weak because of guilt and distaste. the group feels uneasy and moody all of a sudden.

“i haven’t told you this before but you’ve seen her now, tsumu… she overworked herself with this huge amount of work with nobody beside her, yet she still maintaining to take care of you with these small gestures.” hinata sighs heavily. “y/n told me not to tell you about her state so you can concentrate on practising, but I’m really worried because now she can’t even hide it anymore. I tried to help, but she pushed me away and told me that i should do my own practices as our game is going to start soon.”

hinata pats atsumu’s back before leaving as if he’s signalling him to make it up to you. atsumu started to cry at this point. how could he be so clueless? he didn’t even know that his best friend was undergoing such pressure, yet why does the term “best friend” sound so irritating? he felt like he had failed to protect you and worse, hurting your feelings and he regretted it, so badly.

The following day comes, atsumu's first task is to search for you. To his astonishment, you are once more nowhere to be found. he was so preoccupied, his spikes aren’t as good, and he could not concentrate on practising, the coach sent him out, and gave him a moment to rethink by himself. and so, he reaches a staff, asking for information about you.

“Y/n? oh… she’s at the infirmary, we noticed her devastated state so we sent her to the doctor a while ago. now think about it I might write a report to the coach asking him to reduce the amount of work she’s handling.”

“thank you, kind sir. may I be the one who’ll write the report? I’m sure I could convince the coach.”

as the man nods, atsumu bowed goodbye to him and sprints to the infirmary where you’re at. he knows, that if anybody should write a report for you, it must be him. he must protect you because he has just realised it now, he likes you a lot more than he could imagine.

“Y/N!” atsumu slams the door open, he faces you with your eyes widened, startled by the bright window.

“tsumu…?” you softly speak.

atsumu in front of your eyes is the atsumu who tries to hold back his tears, biting his bottom lip as the poor heart lurching somewhere in his stomach but somehow still happy because he has found you.

“hey…” he kneels down on one knee beside you. “i’m sorry, angel” his hand softly squishes the smaller one, it holds back gently on his’

in all of the things you dislike, what you utterly don’t want to deal with is your emotions when you see atsumu looking so vulnerable like this. you instinctually grab a tissue and wipe off the sweat drop on his forehead the moment you see it, atsumu’s worried expression won’t vanish unless you speak up something.

“hey…” you smile. “don’t worry, I’m okay now, tsumu” you fondly touch his face with a hand, and he sinks in your touch, eyes glittering. atsumu intentionally plants a soft kiss on your warm palm and watches you go weak for him.

“i like you, y/n” he sighs. “i don’t want us to be just friends. i want to protect you, want to be the kind of guy who mentally support his girl to help her cope with any pressure.”

he looks up to see your widened eyes, without a response, he continues.

“i’m sorry i said the things i didn’t mean when you were there, I was just…" he gulps nervously and you sigh.

"tsumu... if it's too much for you to bear, maybe i should stop doing those things, okay?" you scoff bitterly, he becomes panic

“no, no, no,... i really like the way you care for me, please, i want your attention. please keep doing it. don’t get tired of me…”

you can feel the pulse bumping in your nerves, your heart flutters, and blood rushes into your cheeks just by hearing his confession. you kneel down beside him, fighting back the tears but then you can’t, so you squish him in a hug. atsumu holds you back as you start sobbing on his white shirt, inhales fondly your intoxicating smell and pats rhythmically on your back

“there, there, my angel. i’m here now. i’m sorry i’m late. let me make this up for you, yeah?” he chuckles.

atsumu loves his girlfriend. after hearing you ramble about your tight schedule, he immediately writes a report based on your experience to inform the coach about your condition so that everyone can share in your responsibilities instead of you having to handle everything alone. it wasn’t that long for the msby mates to realize you guys are together, he wrote in that report that he is your boyfriend, anyway.

“you nailed it, tsumu-kun” hinata bumps him with a thumbs up, atsumu responds with a sheepish grin while bokuto laughs beside him and sakusa just doesn’t really give a shit. 

he spots you standing on the opposite road near the brand new cafe, waving back to him smiling, “nah, gotta run. gonna treat my girlfriend with extra pastry today.”

i guess he is the simp now.

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a recommendation to cope with your broken heart <3

[buckevantommy]

Buck snuffles awake to a big hand slowly carding through his curls. "..Hm-?"

"Time for your meds, babe."

"Mm." He noses further into the pillow, not wanting to pull away from sleep just yet; he's tired, and sore, in that way you get from battling something internally. But he can't help the purr that reverberates from his chest as those long, strong fingers and their rousing touch do wonders easing him into wakefulness.

Turning onto his back and shifting upright against the headboard takes Buck a moment, but there's no impatience in Tommy's presence, just attentive care. It's nice, having someone there for him who isn't frustrated by him being sick or injured, who doesn't condemn him for how he got there. Who just wants to help. It's really nice.

He swallows the pills down and cradles the cup of water a bit longer. Tommy's hand is a warm weight on his blanket-covered knee.

"How you feeling?"

Buck takes stock. "Better. Could use a few more hours sleep, though."

"Agreed," Tommy nods, taking in Buck's appearance with a critical - but not at all patronizing - eye.

Buck's smile as he watches his boyfriend assessing and tending to his current state of health with nothing short of tlc is probably a little dopey.

"What?" Tommy asks when he notices.

"You love me."

Tommy's answering smile is sweet. "I do." He says it like it's a simple, irrefutable truth, and like it's the most important thing in the world right now.

"Cuddles?" Buck asks hopefully, because suddenly that's the only thing he wants in the world right now.

Tommy's smile breaks free. "Cuddles." He takes the cup from Buck's hands and helps fluff the pillows as he shuffles himself back down the bed.

Tommy slips under the covers again, his weight warm and solid as Buck settles, nestling against his chest as those big, strong arms encircle him.

Lips plant lingering kisses to the crown of his head; a thumb strokes soothingly over his shoulder; a hand moves once, twice, up and down his back. His body relaxes and seems to melt away from reality as the meds take hold and sleep pulls him under again. He smiles into it, his last conscious thought: he loves me. he loves me..