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kentophilia · 8 days

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HIIII SALEM i hope ill be ur first req :3 can i have making out w TA geto in like your dorm room or smtg - i love that secretive/will they get caught dynamic <3 u can make it a little steamy but all in all i just want geto to relax after stressing over his masters 😇

contains: teaching assistant!geto, established relationship, afab!reader, making out, some suggestiveness (dry humping), shoko cameo, pet names (my love, angel, baby)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: WAAAAH i finally got to writing this!!! i hope you're doing well seline, i miss you :( reminder that my requests are still open, please read my rules!!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

minors and ageless / blank blogs will be blocked immediately!

sugu bear <3: can i come over?

sugu bear <3: need ur mental support for submitting my thesis pls

you smiled at your phone, responding with ‘ofc baby get ur ass over here rn’ in light speed.

ever since he started his position as a teaching assistant, he has been even more stressed as usual. there was no doubt that he was enjoying it, sometimes even taking over the class for the day and doing the meticulous work of grading essays and tests. however, it would take up a lot of his free time and subsequently, your time together as well.

sure, you'd see him on campus and in your shared classes, sneaking in as much physical contact as possible. but you missed spending actual time with him. watching movies, cooking together, going on dates, you name it. you got used to it, but sometimes you would feel a bit lonely. so you were elated to hear him coming over.

even better, your roommate shoko was out on a date with her girlfriend so you’d have the dorm to yourself. getting all giddy, you decided to tidy up a little for your boyfriend.

just a short time later, there was a knock on your dorm door and you rushed to see your sweet suguru standing there. he had a nervous smile on his face, his laptop in one hand and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other.

“this is all i could get, hope you like it,” he murmured. you flung yourself onto him, inhaling his familiar scent. oh, how you missed him.

you squealed, “are you kidding, sugu? these are beautiful, you didn't have to get me anything!”

his smile grew wider, walking you backwards into your living space and closing the door behind him with his foot. you parted from him, placing a kiss onto his plump lips. he leaned into it, closing his eyes with a soft hum. soon enough, you broke the kiss and took the flowers to put them in a vase.

while you were rummaging through your kitchen, suguru made himself comfortable on your couch. he opened the laptop and got to work, finishing up his thesis. he had stressed about it for so long, he was scared about making typos so he read over it until his eyes burned. you soon joined him, curling into his side as you watched your boyfriend add the last finished touches to the document.

after a few minutes of comfortable silence, suguru let out a heavy sigh.

“want me to submit it for you?” you offered when you saw his shaky hand hovering over the touchpad, the mouse set on the big red submit button.

he quietly spoke: “you know what? yeah, i’d like that. no way to back out now.”

you took the laptop from him, setting it on your lap and clicking the button. as the confirmation screen lit up, you closed the window and laptop to put it on your coffee table. turning towards him, you noticed how pale he had gotten over the course of the last few minutes.

“are you okay?” you giggled, tucking one of the stray hairs behind his ear.

he sighed, “yeah, it's finally done.”

he pulled you on top of him, making you squeal. you settled on his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders and playing with the hairs on his nape. suguru placed his large hands on your waist, their weight and warmth comforting against your skin. you squirmed a little to get more comfortable as he leaned back with a sigh. with his eyes closed, his long lashes cast tiny shadows on his cheeks.

opening his eyes after a few breaths, suguru looked up at you with adoration in his eyes. a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, mirroring yours.

“i'm proud of you, sugu. you've worked so hard. i was worried you’d get grey hair by the time i’d see you next.”

his heart thumped in his ribcage, threatening to burst out.

“don't i deserve a reward then, my love?” he mused. you chuckled, knowing what he was insinuating.

you leaned forward to gently cover his face in kisses. starting at his forehead, going down his warm cheeks and sharp nose and lastly, his lips. they were roughed up from all the biting but still plump against yours. after a few light pecks, suguru gave you a small appreciative hum, his hands sliding around to your back to pull you closer to him. the warmth of his body made you melt into his touch, your chest pressed against his as close didn't seem close enough. your eyes fluttered close, a small whine getting stuck in your throat as suguru’s lips locked onto yours.

his tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you obediently opened your mouth, gently pulling at his now disheveled hair. he moaned quietly, his scalp tingling from your ministrations. your tongues swirled around each other in a tentative dance, the air getting hotter by the minute. spit was exchanged, deep inhales through the nose as you got drunk on each other. one of his hands settled on the side of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss further.

shivers ran down your spine at his gentle touch, the pit in your tummy getting hotter and hotter. your hips started gyrating on top of his needily, feeling how hard he was getting just from your lips on his own. a low rumble erupted from his chest at that, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly. guiding you gently, he bucked his hips up to your heated core, making you part from him with a whimper.

a small string of spit connected your mouths, heavy lidded eyes watching as you gripped his shoulders for leverage as your hips grew a mind of their own.

“missed you s’much,” you whined, placing your forehead against his. you were watching how he parted his lips to pant as your clothed core rubbed against his boner so deliciously.

he let out a small moan, “missed you too, angel. i’m sorry for neglecting my poor baby.”

his mouth stretched into a grin as he watched you use him to get yourself off, desperate to feel his skin on yours. suguru slid his hands under your shirt, drawing figure eights against your blazing skin.

you could feel yourself getting wetter and coming closer to your peak when at the cusp of it, a harsh knock resonated through the living room. following that, shoko’s voice came muffled through the door.

“can we come in or are y'all still humping each other?”

tags: @sttoru @kizoken @prncessrindou and thank you to @screampied and @redskyvenus for proofreading!!! :3

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mayolive-writes · 9 months

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Ease Your Mind | Jungkook

Part One of the Seven Series: Seven Masterlist

Title: Monday - Ease Your Mind

Pairing: idol!jungkook x AFAB reader

Summary: Jungkook is finally coming home after a long tour. Work has been fun and fulfilling, but there’s no place like home. After being deprived of your attention for so long, He knows exactly how he wants to spend the week ahead.

Wordcount: 1128

Genre: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship

Warnings below the line, minors DNI

Warnings: fluffy hours bro, soft/slow sex, protected sex, vaginal penetration, they are both kinda subby, pet names (bun, koo, hon/honey), very brief overstimulation, jk is Clingy™️, if I missed anything, let me know and ill add it!

Notes: It took me a bit to determine how I wanted this to play out and what I wanted their dynamic to be like. Like I already said, they’re both kinda subby in this one, not enough people explore subxsub dynamics smh. But that won’t be the case for the whole series. I attempted to proofread but cannot promise perfection. Feel free to comment/reblog/like, I love getting feedback! And if you would like to be added to the taglist just leave a comment :)

Enjoy!!

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The days leading up to Jungkook’s return seemed to stretch beyond time, but it all becomes worth it as you count down the seconds, watching people exit from the terminal, eagerly waiting. You ease your weight from foot to foot, an eagle eye watching.

It takes a few more minutes, but eventually you’re forcing down the urge to yell out his name as you see him emerge. Attention is the last thing he wants after a long plane ride. Instead, you discreetly make your way to eachother before quietly embracing. Your heart doesn’t soar, but rather fills with relief and comfort, absorbing the warmth that you missed so much. His arms wrap tightly around you, and you regain a sense of safety you didn’t realize was missing. Although you might never get used to Jungkook leaving, you’ll always be ready for his return.

Most of Jungkook’s face is obscured by a dark mask and wide bucket hat, but looking up you see his eyes watering, folded into crescents from the smile beneath his mask. Tears fill your eyes, and you squeeze him tighter. Not a word has been spoken yet, but it isn’t necessary.

You sit down in your car, drained from the long morning, relieved but tired. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand once more.

“How was the plane, Bun?” The only response Jungkook gives is to rest his head against the seat and release a long, exhausted sigh. You squeeze his hand, gently caressing the skin that you haven’t felt in months, but that still feels familiar and soft.

You drive home in effortless silence. In the passenger seat, you hear Jungkook dozing off, his head knocking against the window once or twice during the ride. Before waking him up, you watch his peaceful sleeping face, his lips parted lightly, breath low, and the crease between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen.

As you finally walk through the front door, Jungkook falls against you once more, hugging you close.

“I missed you.”

The soft background noise of the TV rouses you. Through bleary senses you feel Jungkook’s warm breath on your skin, feel him huddled close to you, and smell the peachy shampoo on his hair. It wasn’t a surprise to you when Jungkook said that before doing anything else, he wanted to simply lay with you on the couch, and watch something mindless. It was always his first request coming home from a tour. Each time, you would oblige.

You carefully shift towards the TV to occupy yourself while Jungkook continues to sleep. Time passes slowly in his arms, warm and secure.

Through the window, you watch as the sun sets, and the sky darkens with gray clouds. As the clouds stir, so too does Jungkook. It’s gradual, the way he awakes. A few grumbles, a bit of stretching, and a couple yawns later his eyes are open, and you feel them fixed on the back of your head. You adjust your position once more to meet his gaze and are quickly absorbed. His eyes look brighter, if not a bit foggy, after a much-needed nap; their gaze soft and tranquil.

Jungkook whispers, “Hon, I’m gonna be honest,” you nod, “I really, really need you right now.”

Oh.

Oh…

There’s an immediate shift in the air around you as your heart races. It doesn’t take long before he presses you gently into the couch and captures your lips.

Jungkook speaks with increasing desperation between each soft kiss, “missed you,” kiss, “want you,” kiss, “need you” kiss, “please, please—”

He whines quietly, and you allow yourself to get lost in his desperation, “need you too, Bun.”

Inching his hands beneath your hoodie, Jungkook revels in your soft skin that he spent months pining to feel beneath his fingertips again. You squeeze him closer, tugging at the roots of his hair when his lips attach to the crook of your neck. He steals this moment to suck a deep mark into the warm skin, easing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

He doesn’t stop.

With swift movements, he removes your hoodie to uncover more skin. Or, to him, a wider canvas. One by one, bruises bloom along you. Neck, collarbones, chest. Wherever they can reach, he lets his lips touch. Jungkook ends up towering over you, the look in his eyes a crossroads between adoration and desire. He meets his forehead to yours, heat radiating off his body, “haven’t had you in so long…”

“Well, you have me now.”

“Never wanna leave you again,” He breathes you in, and you feel his hips rut into you.

No amount of over-the-phone intimacy could make up for the months spent apart from you. It’s no surprise that it takes little to no time before Jungkook is easing himself into your folds, face buried in your neck, uncontrollable whimpers escaping the both of you.

He works slowly for both your sakes, cautious in his movements, barley able to control himself. One hand holds your waist as the other intertwines with your fingers, his grip unbreakable. The way he slides through your walls with ease, gently rocking in and out as he desperately holds onto you makes your brain go numb. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter, needing more.

“H-honey, I don’t think I’ll l-last long.” He whines in your ear and his prediction is correct, only a few more thrusts cause him to break. Despite him coming, however, he doesn’t stop, “M-more, need more.”

“Keep going, Koo, please keep going—” You softly beg, “

His thrusts are faster and deeper now, fueled by need and desperation. “Oh, god, you feel so good” Jungkook cries.

“I’m so close, please, please—” you feel yourself become feverish as your high approaches, hands grasping at Jungkook’s back, the graze of your nails causing him to groan in pleasure. Your back arches, a final stifled moan escaping your throat. But still, Jungkook continues to drive his cock into you. The overstimulation makes you whine and squirm, gasping for relief. Gradually the feeling gives way to pleasure once more. Your limbs feel weak, your brain lost but begging for more until you’re both whimpering against eachother.

Countless minutes pass as you and Jungkook cling to eachother, refusing to let go. His hands stroke up and down your body, and in return, your fingers brush through his hair. Rain patters against the window, creating a lull.

You mumble, “feel better?”

“Much better, baby.”

“We should shower, Bun.”

Jungkook snuggled in closer, “don’t wanna”

“Too bad, so sad. Promise I’ll wash your hair.”

He raises his head from your chest, showing off his puppy eyes, “Really?”

The week ahead promises to be tiring, but it’s good to be home.

Taglist: @alpha-mommy69 @jkslaugh97 @eyesforjungkook @skzthinker @sporadicarcadebanana @kookswifesblog @hipeople123456-blog

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greenerteacups · 17 days

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Vague Statement of Authorial Preferences on "Constructive Criticism"

I've written this carefully to try to avoid sounding ungrateful or oversensitive. I get wonderful engagement on Lionheart, and 99% of it is positive, heartwarming, flattering, humbling. I'm grateful for that every day, and I never take it for granted. Whatever the 1% consists of, I acknowledge it's a vanishing fraction of the response. The last thing I want to be is a sour grape.

That being said, I think the fic must've been recced on a non-D/H forum, because there's been a few... slightly more critical comments lately. Not a ton, but they're there. Which is fine. I acknowledge I'm a little sensitive to criticism on fanfic, mostly because it's supposed to be my fun, no-pressure, no-bad-vibes hobby, and I've had the occasional self-critical spirals that stop me from writing. But that's no one's problem but mine. Also, it's the Internet. People will say what they think. That's the bug, and that's the feature. I've been around long enough to acquire a decently thick skin. I just don't really want to use it in this particular forum, for this particular thing.

(For the record: pointing out typos, wrong word choices, wrong use of "it's/its," that's fine. And cracking jokes about the fic is a fun way to engage! I'm really not harsh about this, I don't think. But if your only comment is a major structural criticism of how I conceive and do plots: that's the kind of feedback I'm talking about here.)

I want to stress a lack of ill will towards critics; some of them have been respectful. In fact, a lot of them word their comments like they're editors on a project they like — which is what I believe they think they're doing. I don't see any malice in it; it's just a problem of different Internet circles with different Internet etiquette bumping into each other. So I thought I should clarify! Here's my standing declaration of etiquette preference: there is a difference in the standard of expected criticism between published work that you pay for and amateur work you get for free. I have a job. I get critique in my job, I work with it, I learn from it, I grow from it. Fanfiction is my hobby. The places I seek critical feedback on my skills are not, respectfully, the AO3 comments section.

And if you've spent hours of your time reading 600,000 words of free fiction and all you could think to say about it was something critical, you and I are very different kinds of participant in fandom, and that's probably a sufficient reason for us not to interact.

#lionheart

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alatushours · 4 months

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☆ 3:27 AM, featuring xiao — even during the tough times, he’ll always be by your side.

contents. fem! sick + insomniac reader, hurt / comfort + lots of fluff <3 xiao calls you “angel,” reader is rather clingy, self indulgent, xiao takes a bubble bath with you bc he loves you sm ♡ tw. illness, nightmares, crying, and non sexual nudity. word count. 1.6k.

notes. hey um… i apologize if this was not what you expected during the holiday season but i am have been sick + incredibly stressed this month (∩ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅∩) so i kinda needed this… on the bright side, i am so thankful for all of the positive feedback on my previous post! it makes me very happy to see you all enjoying my work ♡

thin beams of moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating your shivering form on the bed. it was several hours past midnight, yet you still lay wide awake, hair splayed across your pillow like a halo.

it’s cold, you thought, pulling the blankets tighter. why is it so cold?

it felt freezing outside, yet your body felt like it was baking in an oven. that, and the dark visions swirling in your already throbbing head was enough to make you sob in misery.

you lifted your head slowly to check the clock on your nightstand. 3:27 am.

you buried your head deeper into your pillow, as if that could take the pain away. oh, how you wished your lover was here. he always made you feel better, loved and cherished.

as if on cue, the door clicked open and a lone figure stepped inside the room.

“hey, angel,” xiao whispered. “i heard you call my name… are you doing alright?”

you stayed silent. it would only trouble him if you told him about your condition. you didn’t want your boyfriend to worry about someone like you, not when he was already battling so much himself.

unluckily, xiao seemed to be able to read your mind; or at least, he was awfully good at knowing when you were hiding something from him.

“hey, don’t ignore me like that.” xiao made his way over to the bed, turning on the lamp on the nightstand before sitting next to you. “i know you’re awake, and something’s wrong. just tell me, what happened?”

hearing his voice, so worried and gentle, was enough to make your determination break. you threw yourself into him with a sob, feeling his warmth envelop you as his arms immediately snaked around your waist. you started crying, confessing your bottled-up emotions to him.

“i-i… my head hurts s-so bad a-and i can’t sleep and everything is j-just so hard right now and i can’t do th-”

you were cut off with a soft kiss. it was short, just one peck on the lips, but it was enough to make you calm down just a little. your sobs slowly turned to sniffles as xiao gently stroked his fingers through your hair, whispering kind words in your ear.

“shh, angel, it’s okay… i know things are difficult right now, but i’ll always be here… i’ll always be by your side, alright? as long as you need me, my love.”

you nodded into his chest, burying yourself deeper into his warmth. “i… thank you…”

“there’s no need to thank me. this is what lovers do, right? they look out for each other. you’ve cared for me so many times before, when i was injured or struggling with my karmic debt. it’s about time for me to take care of you.” he took one of your hands in both of his own, circling his thumbs over the back of your palm.

“now, is there anything i can do to make you feel better? a glass of water? some food? do you want me to draw a bath for you?”

“… a bath would be… nice…” you murmured.

xiao pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i’ll get it ready for you, my love.”

he started to stand up, but something triggered in the back of your mind, for you didn’t let go of him. “no… don’t leave me alone… i don’t wanna be by myself…”

xiao sighed, but didn’t complain. instead, he picked you up, bridal style, and carried you over to your shared bathroom. he kissed your forehead again before setting you down on the toilet lid to fill the tub with nice warm water for your bath. bubble baths always seemed to make you feel better, xiao had noticed before, so he made sure to add extra soap to the water.

before long you were seated in the bathtub, which was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles. seeing you giggle at the sight brought a smile to xiao’s face, but he couldn’t help but still be worried. how did you deal with this when he wasn’t here?

he’d discovered your insomnia a few months ago, and you’d assured him that you were used to dealing with it; but were you really okay by yourself? he’d seen the dark circles under your eyes. and the way you had broken down tonight…

“xiao?” the sound of your voice brought him back to reality. “is something wrong?”

he shook his head. “i was just thinking, darling. don’t worry about me.” he sighed, letting go of his doubts. “is your bath okay? do you want me to be with you?”

you looked down at your hands, fidgeting under the water. “i’d like that, but… i haven’t been feeling well, and i don’t want to get you sick too…”

xiao chuckled. “i’m a yaksha, love. i don’t get sick that easily.” he stood up from where he was, removing the mask from his belt. “just relax, alright? i’m here.”

he undressed and joined you in the bath, foam swirling around his body. "come here, i’ll wash your hair for you," he gestured. you obeyed, making yourself comfortable by his side as he moved to grab the shampoo.

“it’s been a while since we’ve been together like this…” he sighed, feeling himself relax as he lathered the shampoo into your hair. “i missed doing this with you.”

“me too…” you smiled softly, remembering how you used to wash his hair for him after he had a nightmare. funny how now it was you who was getting your hair washed instead.

the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp was soothing, as was the feeling of bubbles on your bare skin.

xiao’s hands removed themselves from your hair, moving down to your back. a sigh left your lips as he massaged your shoulders. “is this nice?” he asked.

“mhm,” you closed your eyes, leaning back against his chest. you both stayed like that for a while, held in each other’s embrace. you couldn’t stay there forever, though, as the water was starting to get cold.

xiao got out of the tub first, quickly drying himself off before holding out a hand to help you step out. a big fluffy towel was draped around your shoulders, followed by a soft kiss to your temple.

“did that make you feel better?” xiao asked quietly.

you smiled. "yeah, i'm doing a lot better now…" you turned around, standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him. "...because of you. thank you, xiao."

"of course," he replied immediately. "it's what i'm here for."

he helped you get dressed in your pajamas, draining the bathtub and hanging up the towels before walking you back to the bed. "i know you said you were feeling better, but i don't want you to get worse tomorrow. i'm gonna get you some medicine, okay?"

you hesitated. "y-yeah, that's fine…"

xiao raised an eyebrow. "are you sure? the lamp will be on and i'll only be gone for a minute or two, but if you don't feel comfortable by yourself, i can take you with me."

"um…" you looked around the bed, spotting your favorite rabbit plushie that xiao had bought for you as a gift when you first started dating. you grabbed it and hugged it close to your chest before nodding. "yes! i'm fine on my own, don't worry about me!"

xiao chuckled, "that's my brave angel." he kissed your hand before standing up. "call for me if you need anything, alright? i'll be right back."

he left the room, leaving you alone with your stuffed animal and the feeling of your lover’s kisses to keep you company.

all was silent for a few moments. you were trying very hard to think happy thoughts; how grateful you were to always have such a loyal and caring boyfriend by your side. however, the darkness that lingered in the back of your mind were starting to push their way forward again. you squeezed your rabbit tighter as you tried to shake the thoughts from your mind.

i need to be strong, you thought. for xiao. he’s been so brave for me, so i need to be brave for him, too.

before long, xiao returned with your medicine and a glass of water atop a wooden tray. “i’m back,” he said, putting the tray down on the bedside table. “were you alright on your own?”

you smiled at him. “yeah! it was a little scary, but i wanted to be brave for you.”

“for me?” he sat down, measuring out your medicine for you. “you could’ve just told me you were scared, and i would have taken you down with me. come on, take your medicine.”

you did as he said. xiao sat behind you, brushing your hair for you as you downed the bitter medication.

soon after, you and xiao got ready for bed and climbed under the covers together. xiao pulled the blankets around your shoulders. “are you comfortable, love?”

“mhm…” you mumbled sleepily. “can we cuddle?” he chuckled and pulled you closer to him. you laid your head against his chest, tracing the tattoo on his right arm down to his hand, which was intertwined with his other.

“sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up.” xiao whispered.

“do you promise?”

“i promise.”

“seal it with a kiss,” you joked. he did just that, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“there. now go to sleep.”

"okay!" you giggled and snuggled close to him. slowly, the doubts from earlier in the night started to fade. although the fear wasn’t fully gone, having your boyfriend by your side definitely made it a lot less scary.

"good night, xiao. i love you."

"i love you more."

ending notes. edit, i wrote the first authors note about a week ago so i am not sick anymore lol but i still wanted to post this for those who are needing a bit of comfort this holiday season <3 also just bc xiao and forehead kisses >>> i hc to be taller than he is canon lol but anyways, there will be some special holiday posts between today and christmas day, so look out for those :)

#໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა mari writes !#xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao comfort #genshin impact xiao

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{27} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader - Final

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 14,770

Warnings: The later half still needs to be edited, sorry! Mentions of past mental Illness: Anxiety, Depression, PTSD. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is!! The final part to book one!! Ahhhhhh!!! I can’t believe how far I've come!! Never did I expect such a simple one shot to turn into this, but here we are!! I really hope you all like this final chapter, I think it sort of rounds things out nicely and ends on a, quite literal, high note. Also, the two songs I highly recommend listening to during this part appear in the latter half of the fic. They are named when they come up, so I don’t want to spoil them here. I do highly recommend listening to at least the second one, as it is quite significant to the story and the characters. Anyways, enough of my ramblings lol, I hope you’ll all look forward to what book two has in store! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - Part Eighteen - Part Nineteen - Part Twenty - Part Twenty-One - Part Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three - Twenty-Four - Twenty-Five - Twenty-Six - Mini Masterlist

A yawn escapes your lips as you slowly trudge your way down the hallway the very next day. You can hear the sounds of your slippers sliding against the floor with each step you take, bringing your hands up to rub the sleep from your eyes. Luckily, you managed to sleep much better last night. An ease settling over your mind enough so that you didn’t need to ask any one of them to influence your dreams. You also opted to sleep alone for the evening, stretching out on your bed as you relaxed into your covers..

Looks like that conversation yesterday really did help.

Walking into the kitchen, you freeze right in your tracks.

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times, before a lazy grin is tugging onto your features as you see three males positioned around the counter. All three sporting new hairstyles.

“Well, good morning to me,” you hum, taking in their appearances as they turn to look at you.

Both Seonghwa and San have returned to heads full of black hair. Where San’s is slightly longer in the back, the very ends a silvery blond underneath, Seonghwa has opted to give himself more of an undercut. The best part about the eldest’s cut is that when you get closer, you see a wave like design etched into the sides of his head, seeing as it’s pushed back for the moment. A fact which has you subconsciously stepping into his side to trace the design with your finger as you smile sleepily.

Even Jongho’s new head of fiery red hair suits him quite well, and you cannot help but to nod to yourself in approval of their choices.

“We take it you like the change?” Seonghwa chuckles, a shiver caressing his spine as he feels the tip of your finger ghosting along the side of his head.

“Oh, I more than like it,” you breathe, almost as if caught in a trance as he turns his wide eyed gaze towards you. “I love it.”

Three low rumbles of contentment reach your ears, smiles pulling onto all of their faces.

“Good,” a voice draws your attention to the open entranceway of the kitchen. “We’re glad.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the change in Yeosang’s appearance though. What once were long, bleach blond locks, now sit short, black strands that fall just above his eyes.

“Oh, wow,” you cannot help the gasp that escapes you, forgetting all about Seonghwa for a moment to meet Yeosang halfway in order to brush some of his newly cut hair out of his eyes.

You feel as if you’re caught in a daze, especially when both Yunho and Mingi walk in sporting newly dyed chestnut locks. Mingi’s hair is styled up and out of his face, while Yunho’s rests parted over his forehead.

Your lips part in awe, a small breath escaping you as you take them all in. Though, the final straw for you is when both Wooyoung and Hongjoong both appear before your very eyes.

Wooyoung still sports his skunk dye, the blond simply having been re-bleached for the moment. Hongjoong, on the other hand, sports newly blond locks, cropped short once again.

You place a hand over your heart, feeling it skip a beat beneath your fingers as you attempt to balance yourself on the counter.

“Warn me next time, fucking hell,” you purposely stare at the floor with wide eyes as you lean heavily onto the one arm you have supporting yourself on the counter. “Can’t wait to tell my mom I have eight handsome as fuck men trying to kill me all at once by simultaneously changing their hairstyles on me.”

Eight chuckles sound around the room, the hint of a pleased growl on each of their lips as they look towards you. Seonghwa even goes so far as to place his hand over your own still resting on the counter, offering you a touch of support as you attempt to wrap your head around their new hairstyles for the moment.

“We’re just glad you’re enjoying yourself, Dearest,” Yeosang steps in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“We thought we should clean ourselves up a bit before meeting your parents,” San admits, flicking his bangs out of his eyes as he smiles at you.

“Though, we’re still not entirely done getting ready,” Yunho adds, a gentle smile on his lips as he walks over to your opposite side to place a kiss onto the side of your head.

“You guys already look incredible, I fail to see what else you’d have to do,” you take your time trailing your gaze around the room, glancing over each of them in time.

Another round of pleased growls reach your ears.

“Thank you, Darling,” Jongho grins, a subtle blush creeping up his neck as he absolutely revels in your praise.

“We just want to make sure we look our very best for when we meet your parents,” Hongjoong explains, a loving smile pulling at his features as he meets your gaze.

“We also enjoy looking our best for you,” Wooyoung grins, eyes crinkling at the sides with the honesty of his words.

A small heat rises to your cheeks as you avert your gaze bashfully.

In the next moment, you’re clearing your throat lightly. “So, do you all do your own hair, then?”

“We usually style it ourselves, but Hongjoong is usually the one that cuts and dyes it for us,” Mingi tells you, a knowing gleam shining within his eyes as he looks towards their Captain.

At the way your awe filled gaze turns towards Hongjoong, he cannot help but to smile shyly.

“We usually just tell him what we want, and then he works his magic,” Seonghwa grins, noticing how the younger male suddenly becomes bashful beneath your stare.

“That’s incredible,” the way your eyes shine, a hint of pride echoing within your words, has a blush dusting Hongjoong’s features, the tips of his ears turning red as he clears his throat. “You’re incredible."

“It’s nothing,” he attempts to brush off your praise, a small shrug to his shoulders.

“Like hell it is,” you continue to stare at him with wide eye, a large smile pulling at your lips. "My sister is going to love you.”

“You think so?” Never have any of the others seen Hongjoong so timid. At least, not like this.

“I know so.” You hum, shifting your gaze to Seonghwa in the next moment. “She’s also big on fashion, so you two will probably instantly get a free pass.”

“Should the rest of us be worried, then?” Yunho jokes, a grin tugging onto his features.

“She can sometimes be more intimidating that my dad, so…” you trail off, raising your own brow teasingly. “But that’s if she and Vasco actually show up.”

Just like you said you would, you did manage to call your mother yesterday. Only, she didn’t let on if your sister and her husband were coming over for dinner, just that she and your father would be home all day.

“We’ll be prepared for anything and everything,” Wooyoung grins, an eager gleam shining within his eyes.

You smile back, a small nod to your head as you meet his gaze from across the counter. Honestly, you cannot wait for your family to meet all of them. There’s a certain eager pride building within you at the mere thought of getting to show them off to your family after so long of being single, that you cannot wait to see their reactions.

You can already picture it now. Your mother will probably give you her signature look where she blinks in disbelief while trying, and failing, to hide her surprise. Your father, on the other hand, will probably freeze in his spot and look like a deer caught in headlights before awkwardly clearing his throat.

You just have to brace yourself for your sister’s squeal of joy and subsequent ‘I told you so’s and ‘I knew it’.

An hour and a half later, after you’ve had a small bite to eat and finished getting ready, you’re heading towards the main foyer. You’ve already discussed just how you’re going to be getting to your parents house, much to their discontent.

It would be a bit alarming if you just suddenly popped up out of the blue on your parent’s front porch, not to mention with eight men, so you’ve all agreed to drive. Needless to say, you were a bit surprised when they told you that they could all drive cars, they just didn’t for convenience sake.

You had nodded at that, more caught up with the fact that they actually agreed to your idea without any push back. Well, San, Wooyoung, and Mingi still all pouted, but understood that they probably shouldn’t freak your parents out, or draw any unnecessary attention to themselves in the neighbourhood the first time they meet your family. Still, you cannot wait to get back in your car.

Driving has always been a way for you to clear your head; the way you can just cruise down the streets with your favourite music playing through your car speakers has always been able to relax you. Honestly, you’re looking forward to it, and besides, you could really use something to help clear your mind right now. Though, you don’t know how much relaxation you’ll find with Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yeosang all in the car with you.

That was one of the conditions you offered to them. Three of them could ride with you up to a certain point before heading back home to finish getting ready.

That, and you don’t think Wooyoung would have bothered to stop himself from joining you, anyways.

Needless to say, there was a big argument about who would be driving with you to start. You can still remember the way San pouted the entire time after the decision was made. A pout which still paints his features, arms crossed over his chest as the four of you walk towards the main entrance of the house.

“Well, I’ll see the rest of you later,” you say, a giddy smile on your features as you wave to them one last time.

For the first time since that night all of those months ago, you step through the front doors.

The exterior of the building is almost exactly as you remember it to be: grand, sleek, and beautiful. The only difference is that instead of those glass doors with the supposed hotel’s logo on them, they are now intricately carved wooden doors with glass windows covering the upper half of them.

You nod, approvingly, and even though it’s subconscious on your part, the three males that follow right behind you cannot help the way their hearts swell with pride at impressing you yet again in this way.

“Shotgun!” Wooyoung cheers, scurrying passed you and to the front passenger’s seat.

You grin, shaking your head, “someone’s eager.”

“We all are, Dearest,” Yeosang chuckles, walking over the the passenger’s seat directly behind the driver’s.

“We just love spending time with you, Starlight,” Mingi says, walking over to his designated seat now.

You quirk a brow. “So, how many times have you guys been driving with me without me knowing?”

Wooyoung shoots you a cheeky look from over the top of your car as he pulls open the passenger door.

You tilt your head expectantly, but the other two also remain silent, smiles tugging at their lips.

A sigh before you chuckle, shaking your head all the while. “Guess that answers that.”

Sliding into the front seat, you’re quick to start the car. Honestly, you’re surprised it still runs as smoothly as it does for the moment, considering you haven’t touched it in months.

“Jongho and I made sure to keep up its maintenance,” Mingi’s voice coming from the backseat has you sparing a glance at him from over your shoulder. “Just in case.”

“I didn’t know you guys were mechanics.” A soft smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your brows raising slightly in amusement. “I appreciate it.”

A moment later, you’ve finished connecting your phone to your stereo, your favourite songs playing gently through the speakers.

“Cars, weapons, machines, the house, you name it,” Wooyoung shrugs. “It’s all just another form of maintenance to us.”

Your brows raise even more as you put the car into reverse and finally drive away from your new home.

“You boys never fail to surprise me,” you hum.

“In a good way, I hope,” Yeosang meets your gaze briefly in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

You smile. “Always.”

The entire drive to your parents house is spent teasingly bickering with the guys, laughing all the while. Honestly, it’s the perfect way to clear your mind and focus on the conversation you’re sure to have with your mom when you get home. A fact which you could not be more thankful for.

At some point during the drive, Wooyoung had grabbed your one hand in his, seeing as you were driving with only your left on the steering wheel. The cheeky grin he sent you had you shooting him a brief side-eyed look in amusement, hearing Mingi grumbling about how he wanted to hold your hand instead. Hell, even Yeosang had crossed his arms at this, and you could just tell they were mentally complaining to Wooyoung about it the whole time.

Not that the younger minded. After all, he’s the one that got to hold your hand.

No wonder he wanted to sit in the front.

“Okay, we’re almost there,” you comment, turning onto one of the backroads that lead into your parent’s subdivision.

“Aw,” Wooyoung pouts. “Do we really have to go?”

You only quirk your brow in response. You all agreed that they would transport themselves back home before you reached your parents place, just so that your parent’s nosy neighbours wouldn’t get suspicious seeing four people drive up in a car, only for one to get out of it.

“We just don’t want to leave you, Starlight,” Mingi complains, a slight whine to his voice.

“You all agreed to the terms and conditions beforehand,” you spare a glance at Wooyoung. “Don’t make me turn this car around.”

“I don’t think any of us would complain about spending more time with you driving back home, Dearest,” Yeosang chuckles.

“I swear, if you guys could attach yourself to me like a symbiote, you would.” You snort, shaking your head.

Wooyoung smirks, his eyes flashing. “Don’t give me ideas.”

“Okay,” Yeosang’s eyes widen, his lips tightening into a thin line. “And on that note, I think it’s time for us to leave.”

“No!” Wooyoung whines, his lips pulling downwards dramatically. “I don’t want to!”

“Neither do I, but we promised we’d stick to the plan,” Yeosang replies, shaking his head at the way Wooyoung crosses his arms grumpily over his chest.

“I’ll probably be contacting you guys soon enough,” you chuckle, noticing how Mingi remains quiet for the time being. “Besides, they’ll need you for the directions.”

Another condition of sending them back early after driving with you is so they can get the best route possible. Not that they’d really need you to show them the directions, but still, it’s the thought that counts.

“We’ll see you soon, Dearest,” Yeosang sends you one final tender smile in the reflection of the mirror before he’s reaching out and teleporting the three of them back home.

A puff of laughter escapes you just as you turn into your parent’s subdivision, shaking your head lightly at their antics.

Blinking, you adjust your focus to the houses around you, rounding the corner to turn onto the street your parents live on. After one more turn, you pull into the driveway, a smile on your face.

Finally, you’re home.

Immediately, a sense of nostalgia washes over you as you step out of your car after cutting the engine. A warmth begins to spread throughout your body, radiating from the centre of your chest outwards.

You take a deep breath.

Yeah, this’ll be good for you. You can already tell.

Walking up to the front door, a gentle smile rests on your face. In the back of your mind, you wonder if your mother has left the door open.

Much to your content, she did.

The chime of the front door opening greets your ears, and you can faintly hear music coming from the direction of the basement. Your father must be down there either relaxing or doing something else for the moment, then.

“Hello!” You hear your mother’s chipper voice call out from just around the corner of the kitchen. “You’re here early-“

Her voice gets caught in her throat as she rounds the corner to see you standing at the front door having just finished slipping your shoes off for the moment.

A breathless gasp of your name escapes her as she rushes over to you, wrapping you in her embrace. A hug of which you eagerly return, just as tightly.

“Oh, Sweetie, I’ve missed you so much!” She coos into your ear. “I had a feeling you were coming to visit soon after your call yesterday, but I wasn’t expecting this.”

“I’ve missed you, too, mom,” you breathe out, practically melting into her arms. “It’s good to be home.”

“Well, come in! I’m making my homemade pasta sauce for dinner, you should stay!” She begins to lead you into the kitchen.

“If that’s okay,” you smile softly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

You gaze catches on the baby grand piano right beside the front entranceway, the wood shining beneath the afternoon sun. It’s slight, but your breath hitches.

“Nonsense!” Her voice catches your attention, shifting your gaze to see her standing beside the entrance to the kitchen with her hands on her hips. “You’re family, you could never intrude.”

That warmth returns to your chest. “Thanks, mom.”

“Your father is just downstairs for the moment.” She continues as you walk into the kitchen. “He’s working out on the treadmill like he so often likes to do. It was raining a bit earlier, so he couldn’t go on his regular walk.”

“Oh, he must have been devastated,” you joke, hearing your mother chuckle along with you.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she grins, moving over to the stovetop to stir the sauce for the moment. “Anyways, please, come sit! Tell me all about what you’ve been up to lately. We’ve missed you so much!”

Pulling out one of the chairs at the counter, you’re quick to join your mother, who now stands eagerly on the other side of the kitchen island. She rests a hand on top of the granite, a giddiness to her features that immediately rubs off on you.

For the next forty minutes or so, you give your mother some updates on your life. Just some basics that don’t give much away as to what you’ve been up to with the boys, nor do you explicitly mention them at all. Though, with the way you notice her smiling at you, her eyes darting to the shining necklace you currently wear, you know that she’s putting a few things together.

“Speaking of that mall,” she begins. “I ran into David the other day.”

“Oh, did you now?” You quirk a brow, amusement shining on your features.

“First of all, he was more than happy to look into commissioning a pin of one of the Leaves of Lorien for me.” She says, and recognition flashes in your eyes.

Your mother has always loved The Lord of the Rings almost as much as you, and she’s admitted to wanting a broach like that for quite a while now. You’re just sad you didn’t think of getting one for her sooner.

“He told me a very interesting thing about when you went to pick up that necklace of yours.” A knowing gleam shines within her gaze.

“What did he tell you?” You hum.

“Well, a little birdie told me that when you went to pick up your necklace, which is beautiful, by the way-“ a pointed look.

“Thank you.”

She nods, smiling faintly. “He told me that there were two men who were with you at the time. Two very handsome men.”

“Of course he did,” you sigh.

“Sweetie, you know if you’re seeing somebody, you can tell me,” she meets your gaze. “Don’t feel like you have to hide your relationships from us. We only want the best for you.”

“I know, mom,” you exhale a long breath, chuckling slightly.

“Even if it’s the both of them that are your mystery lovers, as long as they make you happy. That’s the main thing.” She adds.

“You would be okay with that?” You shoot her a knowing look. “Me, being in a relationship with more than one person?”

She pauses for a moment, considering your words. Then, she’s nodding once. Firmly. “I would.”

Your eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise.

“Like I said, as long as you’re happy, and they treat you right, that’s all that matters to me.” She nods in confirmation, voice firm.

“Thanks, mom,” you smile. “That really does mean a lot to me.”

“Of course, Sweetie,” she smiles back. “Now, why don’t you tell me all about those two mystery lovers of yours.”

At the wink she sends you, you laugh. “Actually, I would really like for you to meet them all.”

“All? So there is more than one?” Your mom quirks a brow knowingly.

“Oh, there’s more than one, alright,” you chuckle.

“Just how many of them are there?” She frowns lightly, tilting her head in confusion at you.

A tight smile tugs onto your features as you let out a bit of a nervous laugh.

“Sweetie?”

“Uh, well,” you chuckle nervously once more, eyes flitting everywhere around the kitchen but in her direction for the moment. “There’s…“

“Yes?” Your mother leans forward slightly.

You mumble out a response lowly, enough to have your mother’s frown deepening.

“Pardon me?”

A brief pause.

“There’s eight of them.”

A moment of silence settles over the both of you as your mother’s eyes nearly bulge right out of her head.

“Sweetie! Eight of them? Holy shit!” Her jaw drops. “That’s- that’s-“ your mother searches for the right word as you smile sheepishly, “incredible!”

You blink, caught slightly off guard by her reaction. “You’re not weirded out?”

“I mean, I was expecting three at the most, but eight? As long as you’re happy, and they treat you right, you can have as many as you want. Though, your father might have a harder time wrapping his head around this.” She chuckles as she nods, grinning widely. That is, until her expression is becoming serious in the next second. “Honey, you didn’t stumble upon a cult accidentally, did you?”

You cannot help it, you burst out laughing. “No, mom. I didn’t stumble upon a cult.”

She simply raises an eyebrow at you in response. However, before either of you can say anything else, your dad rounding the corner of the kitchen catches your attention.

As soon as he sees you, he freezes in his tracks. He blinks once before a large smile is stretching across his features as he meets your gaze. “I didn’t know you were coming for a visit.”

“Surprise!” You chuckle, waving slightly at him.

“It’s great to see you again, Sweetie.” He says, his eyes shining as he looks at you. “I would give you a hug, but I’m all sweaty at the moment.”

“That’s okay, I’ll be around for a while still.” You smile.

“She’s staying for dinner,” your mother chimes in, and immediately, your father’s smile widens.

“That’s wonderful!”

“I promise I won’t leave unexpectedly again,” you tease, hearing how they both chuckle in response.

“Well then, I’m going to go shower, but I promise to be as quick as I can!” With a new spring to his step, he’s hurrying back the way he came and up the stairs to go freshen up.

As soon as your father is out of earshot, your mother is turning to you with a knowing look on her features. “One hour later.”

You laugh along with her, cheeks beginning to hurt already from how much smiling you’ve done so far today.

Yeah, you really needed this. You just knew it would help.

“I can’t wait for your sister to get here, too,” she hums. “Did she mention she has a surprise for you the next time you see her?”

“Yes, she mentioned something,” you nod, mildly surprised your mother hasn’t already spilled the beans in her excitement.

“Oh, so then, when are we going to get to meet these mystery lovers of yours?” A wiggle to her brows. “Soon, I hope.”

“I was hoping you could meet them today, honestly.” You admit, watching your mother’s reaction carefully.

At the way her eyes light up, you know she absolutely adores that idea.

“I’m making pasta, so there’s plenty to go around!” She grins, already moving to the cupboard to pull out two more large cans of tomato sauce to add them to the pot.

“Do you need any help?” You immediately offer, going to push back your chair and stand.

“Not in the slightest!” She tells you, placing the cans onto the counter. “You just sit and relax. Tell me all about these partners of yours before they arrive!” A brief pause. “When will they get here?”

“I’ll message them now, but probably in about an hour or so,” you smile, a glint shining in your eyes.

“Perfect!” She scurries over to the pot, reaching into one of the cabinets to pull out the can opener next.

Grabbing your phone, you make a show of sending a message to someone for your mother’s sake. Even if you don’t actually send anything.

You drop your void.

So… you begin, your voice resounding through all of their minds and catching their attention. Who wants to come over for dinner?

You mean…? San replies, an eagerness to his voice.

Yes. An affectionate brush of your mind against all of theirs. My mother is very excited to meet all of you.

You swear you can hear Wooyoung cheering happily in your mind as they all brush back.

We’ll be there in an hour, My Love. Hongjoong replies, and you don’t have to see him to know that he’s smiling right now.

With Hwa’s driving, make that thirty minutes. Yeosang chuckles.

Man nearly tore the car door open as soon as you reached out to us. At the way Jongho huffs, you can just tell he’s shaking his head in amusement right now.

Well excuse me if I’m excited. Seonghwa retorts.

Hurry up, you’re all taking too long! Wooyoung whines, and you just know he’s already in the car waiting for the others to join him.

We’ll see you shortly, Petal. Yunho chuckles fondly, brushing against your mind once more.

We love you, Starlight. Mingi hums affectionately.

You smile. I love you, too, My Kings.

Not even a moment later, you close your void.

Your mother manages to pull you out of your own thoughts by speaking, a hum to her words.

“I know that look,” there’s an understanding unlike ever before that paints her features as she meets your gaze. “They must be very special if you’re so caught up in your own little world like this after texting them.”

You avert your gaze, somewhat bashfully, to your phone which rests on top of the counter for the moment, a subtle heat rising to your cheeks. “They are.”

“Good,” she nods, that motherly look of affection dripping from her features. “I’m glad.”

“I can’t wait for you to meet them,” you grin giddily, wiggling slightly in excitement in your seat.

Your mother chuckles happily, “me neither.”

Almost immediately, you begin to launch into short descriptions of each of them. You don’t necessarily realize just how much your eyes light up as you speak of them, but your mother does. A fact of which warms her heart, glad to know that her little girl is all grown up and in love.

Before you know it, your ramblings span over the course of forty minutes, now able to add in little facts about things that you’ve done together with the guys that you couldn’t before. Minus a few details, of course.

“They all sound like real gentlemen,” your mother nods, approvingly.

You sigh, somewhat dreamily, “they really are.”

“I’m so happy for you, Sweetie,” she smiles widely, a gleam in her eyes.

“Thanks, mom,” you return her smile, somewhat shyly as you realize you’ve just spent almost an hour gushing about them to her.

Looks like you care even more about them than you thought. That, and the fact that you can finally talk about them to another person, and that person being your mother, is just so freeing. You’re so glad you can finally share your adventures with your family, even if they’re somewhat altered for the moment. Talking about everything most certainly is making you feel better, and brightening your spirits.

“From the sounds of things, they really love you, too.” She hums, stirring the sauce once more.

Your gaze darts to your hand resting on top of the counter. The same hand Wooyoung had been clinging onto in the car for practically the entire ride. “Yeah. They really do.”

“Just know, if they hurt you in any way, I’ll send both Sammy and Wolfie after them!” She mockingly threatens, turning to you with the wooden spoon still clutched in her hand.

“Oh, boy! I don’t think they’d be able to survive that,” you giggle, grinning right along with your mother. “Speaking of, where is that Monkey Boy? I’m surprised he hasn’t strutted down the hallway looking for attention yet.”

“He’s probably up in your old room, on your bed, sleeping,” she says, eyes briefly darting upwards in the direction she’s referring to.

“Of course he is,” you sigh teasingly, shaking your head.

Just as you go to push your chair out to go see him, a knock sounds at the front door.

Your heart skips a beat, nearly feeling it leap into your throat as you realize just what that knock means.

“Oh, is that them?” Your mother giddily scurries towards the front door, smoothing out the front of her shirt all the while.

“Most likely,” you reply, following right behind her and noticing how she also goes to smooth out her hair. “Relax mom, you look as lovely as you always do.”

“Oh, you!” She smiles bashfully, but you can tell that your words have helped assure her for the moment as she watches you walk passed her.

Reaching for the handle, you’re quick to pull open the door.

A smile tugs at your features as you see eight familiar males standing just on the other side. “Hello, boys.”

Opening the door wider, you step back to allow them entrance into your parents home.

“Hello, Dearest,” Yeosang is the first to enter, placing a brief kiss onto your cheek as he steps into the house.

Mingi is the next to step through the threshold, a bottle of red wine held in his hands. As soon as he sees you, a smile lights up his features. “Hi, Starlight.”

Subsequently, as each male enters, they greet you tenderly, either placing a kiss onto your forehead, or your cheek, smiling all the while. What you fail to notice, is how their eyes all light up as soon as they see you, such fond looks of affection shining within their gazes.

Looks of which your mother is quick to catch on to.

She smiles.

Closing the door quickly, you take a step back to observe them all as they stand just inside the foyer. Yunho holds another bottle of red wine, while both San and Seonghwa hold a bottle of white each. Wooyoung appears to be holding a box of chocolates in his hands, while a bouquet of flowers is cradled within Hongjoong’s arms. A book is held in Jongho’s hands.

“Sweetie, you didn’t tell me just how handsome they all are,” your mother teasingly tuts, stepping forward to greet them.

“Thank you,” Hongjoong smiles bashfully, a blush beginning to dust his cheeks along with Yeosang’s, Mingi’s, and Jongho’s. “I can now see where My Love gets her stunning beauty from.”

“Oh, you’re certainly a charmer, aren’t you?” Your mother giggles. “I’m so glad you all could join us for dinner.”

“Thank you for inviting us,” Yunho replies graciously.

“Something smells absolutely delicious,” San hums, excitement shining in his eyes.

“You have a lovely home,” Yeosang adds, a smile pulling at his lips.

“Thank you very much,” a certain pride laces your mother’s words as she stands a little straighter.

“Here,” Hongjoong gently addresses your mother formally by your last name. “These are for you.”

“Please,” a certain gleam begins to shine within your mother’s eyes as she takes the bouquet of flowers from Hongjoong’s outstretched hands. The smile that graces her features is nothing short of touched as she sees the type he’s given her. “Call me Kaitlyn.”

The way she addresses all of them has a warmth already spreading throughout their chests. So far, the interaction between them all is going well, and they could not be happier.

“Lillies of the valley?” Her voice is soft, tender as she meets his gaze. “These are my favourite. How did you know?”

Briefly, Hongjoong’s eyes dart over to your figure leaning casually against the wall a little ways away.

“How thoughtful.” She hums. “You must be Hongjoong, then. My daughter says you have a habit of bringing her flowers.”

Again, his gaze briefly darts over to you. The tips of his ears begin to turn red.

“I am.” He nods, somewhat shyly in confirmation.

“She also tells me that you have an eye for design,” a knowing look is sent his way.

“It’s really not much,” he attempts to humbly brush off the praise, the blush spreading down his neck soon after.

“He’s being bashful,” you chuckle, grin tugging at your features.

“In fact, she’s told me a little bit about all of you,” Kaitlyn continues, eyes briefly glancing over all of them with a somewhat fond look shining in her eyes. “Please, do come in.”

Eight affectionate brushes are felt against your void, and you can just tell that it’s them asking you if you’ve really talked to your mother about them. At the subtle way you nod your head in response, they can feel their chests swelling with that familiar happiness even more.

Just then, the sound of footsteps hopping down the stairs reach your ears.

Turning your head, you see your father make it to the second landing of the stairs before lifting his head and stopping in his tracks. His eyes widen significantly before a furrow is pulling to his brow at seeing eight unfamiliar men standing just inside the front entranceway.

You nearly laugh at the sight. Looks like you were right about your father’s reaction.

“Papa!” Your excited voice calling out to him draws his attention.

Not even a moment later, he’s finished walking down the stairs to meet you halfway to wrap you in his embrace.

You bury your head into his chest as he holds you tightly, a large smile on his face.

“How’s my little girl? I’ve missed you,” his voice rumbles out, low and full of rough emotions as you feel his grip tighten ever so slightly around you.

You giggle. “I’ve missed you, too.”

You fail to see the way your mother gazes on so tenderly at the two of you, but the others do.

Smiles of their own tug subtly onto their features as the intimacy of the moment washes over the room. They can tell that you two haven’t seen one another in a very long time, and the happiness they can sense simply radiating off of the both of you rubs off on them immediately.

After another few seconds, your father is pulling away. His hands rest on your upper arms as he studies your features, a gentle smile tugging at his own. That is, before his gaze is shifting slightly towards the eight males still standing by the door.

“Who…” your father trails off, eyes narrowing the faintest bit in their direction before taking note of the bouquet of flowers now held in your mother’s arms.

“Perfect timing,” you chuckle, stepping away from your father for the moment as a soft smile adorns your lips. “Mom, dad, I’d like you to meet Yeosang, Mingi, Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Jongho, San, and Wooyoung. My significant others.”

As you say each male’s name, they each give a polite bow of their heads in acknowledgement towards your parents. Of course, you make it a bit simpler by going in order from left to right, too.

Your father’s reaction is immediate: his eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline, eyes going wide as he looks like a deer in headlights. You swear he’s also stopped breathing for a moment there as his eyes flit over each of the eight males standing before him.

“It’s so lovely to meet the people who have been the cause of our daughter’s happiness over the past few months.” Your mother smiles, clutching the bouquet of flowers a little closer to her chest.

“The pleasure is all ours,” Seonghwa returns her smile wholeheartedly.

“Truly, it is an honour.” San adds, and you watch as they all bow in unison towards your parents.

“Thank you, again, for inviting us into your lovely home,” Wooyoung voices as soon as they straighten, staring deeply into your mother’s, and then your father’s eyes.

“They’ll be joining us for dinner,” your mother leans into your father slightly, and you watch as you see your father nod in understanding.

“Well then, let’s not stand at the door all day,” the way an instant sense of relief fills the room as your father says this has a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

The instant your parents turn around and begin walking towards the kitchen, you shoot the eight of them a thumbs up and a wink. Actions of which fill them all with a sense of pride as they slip off their shoes and follow you further into the house.

As soon as you all enter the kitchen, you see your mother stirring the sauce and your father standing just beside the counter.

“I see you’ve brought wine,” he nods, approvingly. “Good lads.”

Mingi is the first to hand his bottle to your father, jumping into an explanation as to why he chose each bottle as they’re placed onto the counter beside him. You can see how your father continues to nod approvingly at the choices Mingi has selected, listening intently to every word he says.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see San subtly inching towards your mother who stands beside the stovetop. A second later, and he’s offering his cooking services to her to help in any way that he can.

She readily agrees, shooting you a look of acknowledgement in the process.

You smile.

Wordlessly, you move over to grab a small vase from the cupboard, seeing as your mother is now conversing with both San and Yunho for the moment while Wooyoung presents the chocolates to your father. You can tell your parents already like them, seeing as how naturally they’ve slipped into conversation with most of them as they stand around the kitchen.

Once you have the vase in your hands, you move to begin arranging the flowers Hongjoong got for your mother for her. Only, he gently takes your place, automatically placing the flowers in the vase once it’s filled with water.

Your mother just about steps in to stop him, stating how she shouldn’t be letting a guest do that work for her. Yet, at Hongjoong’s insistence, she backs off with a small nod and a smile.

Stepping around the counter once more, you stand just behind the chair you had been occupying for the past while. Placing your hands onto the back of the seat, you spare a glance around the room, feeling your heart swell with fondness at the scene surrounding you.

Just as Yeosang comes to stand beside you, you notice Jongho beginning to converse with your father.

“I brought this for you, Sir,” Jongho presents the book in his hands to your father. “I thought since you’re an author, and one of our,” he spares a brief glance in your direction, “favourite things to do is read and share literature together, I would bring you one of my favourite books.”

Your father nods, accepting the book graciously with a small thank you falling from his lips. “Feel free to call me Nick.”

That cover looks very familiar.

You see recognition flash across your father’s face, his eyebrow quirking in amusement.

“Oh,” a teasing lilt can be heard within Nick’s voice. “Would you like me to sign this for you instead?”

Immediately, all heads are turning towards your father as Jongho stands there with wide eyes, completely caught off guard by his statement.

“Pardon me?” The shock is clear in Jongho’s voice as he stands there, arms still half raised in the air in front of him as he blinks at Nick in surprise.

“I’m assuming she told you,” Nick chuckles, holding up the book slightly in his hand. “This is my pen name.”

You never thought you would see the day were it looked like Jongho would faint from shock, but alas, here he is, standing frozen to his spot. The youngest looks about ready to spontaneously combust, red creeping up his neck as he turns to look at you with a somewhat tight smile on his lips.

“No,” he replies. “I had no idea.”

Your father chuckles, walking over and bonking you lightly on the top of your head with the book. “Are you still on about that thing that happened in high school with Linda?”

“Oh, fuck no,” you nearly scoff. “The fact merely didn’t come up yet.”

“Linda?” Seonghwa quirks a brow at you, and you can tell from the subtle way they all spare glances at your from the corner of their eyes, they’re all curious about what happened.

You share a look with your father.

“Final year of high school, my homeroom found out who my dad was. Linda just so happened to be a big fan of his work.” You explain.

“I still think you should have torn her hair out when you found out, Sweetie,” Kaitlyn supplies, with an air of casualty to her tone.

Hongjoong nearly drops the flower in his hands.

“Mom, you and I both know that would have been a little too violent at the time,” you reply. “Besides, she ended up getting suspended, anyways."

Mingi frowns. “What did she do?”

“Oh, she became friends with me to try and impress my dad,” you recount, a certain gleam shining within your eyes as you spare a glance around at all of them. “Wasn’t subtle about it, either.”

You swear that if your parents weren’t in the room, eight low growls would have resounded in your ears.

“She used you?” Wooyoung frowns, disgust clear on his features.

“Eh,” you shrug. “It’s not like I didn’t really see it coming.”

Yeosang places a gentle hand onto your lower back, yet you can just tell how he feels at the moment. You can feel it in the way his fingers press into your skin.

So, you decide to quickly change the subject. Sort of.

“Speaking of, did you finally figure out the ending to your next novel?” You shift your gaze to your father.

Instantly, his eyes are lighting up. “I did!”

Nick jumps right into explaining his next novel, excitement clear on his features. The way you can see all of them listening intently to what he’s saying warms your heart. You can just tell Jongho is hanging on to every word.

“In fact,” he turns his attention to Jongho, “come with me.”

Your eyebrows raise in amusement as you watch your father lead Jongho into his office right down the hallway, Mingi and Yunho following close behind.

“Oh, now look what you did,” your mother chuckles. “You know how much your father loves talking about his books. Those poor boys will be stuck in there for hours.”

“I heard that!” Nick calls out teasingly from inside the office.

“Believe me,” you grin. “I don’t think they’ll mind at all.”

“Well, when you’re done,” your mother casually raises her voice to include your father in this, “show those three around the house. It’s about time we give them all a proper tour.”

“I think I speak for all of us when we say that we would love that,” Hongjoong turns to smile at your mother, seeing how he’s just finished arranging the flowers in the vase and pushed them to the centre of the counter.

“Alright then,” she places the lid over the pot, turning down the heat on the stove to let the sauce simmer. “You three,” she points to San, Yeosang, and Hongjoong, “follow me."

In the blink of an eye, she’s leading the three of them towards the basement, chatting all the while.

You spare a look at both Wooyoung and Seonghwa, the corner of your lips twitching upwards. “Come with me."

Without another word, you’re leading the two of them upstairs.

Once you reach the top landing, you’re turning to look at the two of them. There’s a subtle quirk of your brow as your gaze shifts from one male to the other, mentally debating on if you actually need to show them around or not. They’ve probably seen it all before, anyways.

Wooyoung’s brow raises, amusement dancing on his features as he looks around. “So, Gorgeous. Are you going to show us around, or not?”

“I just figured you’ve seen it all before,” you counter, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Surprisingly, we haven’t,” Seonghwa replies, and at the way he curiously looks around, you can tell he’s not lying to you.

“Alright then,” you turn back around. “Follow me.”

It takes you maybe all of five minutes to show them the majority of the upstairs. That is, until you only have one room left.

Anticipation claws at both Wooyoung’s and Seonghwa’s chest as you lead them into what they know is your room. Only, from what they recall of your memories, it’s completely different than they expect.

At the mild confusion lingering on their faces, you’re quick to speak.

“It’s been four years since that happened,” you begin, something tugging at the back of your mind. “My parents moved here two years ago.”

Recognition flashes on both of their features as they fully take in your room. Until scowls are pulling on both of their faces as they see what resides on your one wall.

“Honestly, I’m surprised my mom hasn’t taken these down,” you chuckle, looking over the few Taemin posters you have hanging on the one side of your room. “That, and I’m surprised someone hasn’t torn them to shreds.”

At the way you turn your pointed gaze towards your bed, the two cannot help but to chuckle.

There, laying on your bed with his front paws crossed over one another, lays Sammy, your parent’s cat. He has a smug look on his features as what appears to be a fuzzy blanket is bunched up on the end of the bed right beside him. His eyes haven’t left you since you’ve entered the room.

You cross your arms over your chest, a scoff escaping you in the next second. “Why am I getting the ‘welcome home, cheater’ treatment?”

The two males standing on either side of you laugh.

“It’s because you are,” Wooyoung chuckles, taking the time to lean against your desk at the side of the room.

You gasp, as if scandalized, “and here I thought what we had was special, Sammy.”

The moment those words escape you, he’s cooing, flipping onto his back and exposing his belly for you to come and give him scratches.

“Oh, I see how it is,” you chuckle, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. As soon as you start to pet his belly, he begins to purr. “Some belly rubs and all is forgiven, huh?”

“He is a simple man, with simple needs,” Seonghwa jokes, turning to study every inch of your room.

“He’s a Monkey, is what he is,” you begin to coo at Sammy, noticing how he stands back to his feet in the next second.

Laying back on your bed, Sammy is quick to crawl up your body, settling comfortably on your chest.

“Just like old times,” you grin, petting the cat happily as the two males watch on with nothing but affection dripping from their eyes. “Though, I’m surprised he didn’t come running to the front door as soon as I got here, or you guys for that matter. Probably having too much fun with his girlfriend.”

“His girlfriend?” Seonghwa quirks a brow.

You vaguely motion to your scrunched up blanket laying at the end of the bed.

Understanding flashes across both of their features as Sammy jumps off of you and scurries from the room.

You sit up, resting on the edge of the bed. A look of nostalgia crosses your features as you take the time to look around your room.

“I may not have been here for long, but I do have some good memories of this place,” you smile faintly, taking note of your somewhat empty bookshelves scattered throughout the room. “Though, I think the majority of my jewelry is still- yep!”

Opening the topmost drawer on the left of your dresser which sits right in front of you beside your bed, you pull out a small box. Opening the lid, your eyes take in the sight of all of your necklaces tangled in one great pile, rings buried beneath some bracelets.

“I don’t think I’ve touched this stuff in years,” you smile faintly, putting the box on top of your dresser for now. “I really only ever wore a few pieces.”

Your eyes dart to your small jewelry tree on the far right of your dresser.

A gasp escapes you. “No way."

Standing quickly back to your feet, you’re quick to snatch what appears to be a ring hanging from a somewhat thick chain from the tree.

“I can’t believe I forgot I had this,” you hum, gazing fondly at the item held in your hand as it sways slightly.

At the two curious gazes you can feel darting between the object in your hand and your face, you’re quick to grab another small ring off of the tree.

“A girl I used to know once got me two versions of the One Ring as a gift. One was this one,” you hold up the one on the chain, “and the other was this one.” A thinner version of the same ring is held in your fingers. “I always-“ you let out a small sigh through your nose. “I always planned to give this one,” you raise the chain slightly in your hand, “to my significant other, if I ever got one. Though, I don’t think I can split it into eight.”

“Then would you-“ Wooyoung clears his throat. “Would you keep the other one?”

“Yes,” you meet his gaze. “I always thought of it as having matching rings without the added concept of marriage attached to it.”

Seonghwa practically collapses on top of the small shelf you have at the end of your bed.

“Did you-“ he clears his throat. “Have you ever thought about marriage?”

“Oh, sure,” you reply casually, placing the two items back on top of your dresser. “When I was younger, I would joke about it all the time. Though, as I got older, it didn’t really have the same appeal to me.”

“What do you mean?” Wooyoung pushes himself off of your desk in order to slowly begin making his way closer to you. He sits himself beside his brother, the both of them looking at you expectantly.

“To have a piece of paper be the sole reason you can even acknowledge the fact that you’re married to someone just doesn’t appeal to me.” You shake your head. “I don’t know if it’s different for you guys, but if we’re together, we’re together. If you call me your wife, then I’m your wife. I don’t need a piece of paper dictating what I mean to you. I’d still sign it if my significant other wanted me to, but I think it’s more meaningful to acknowledge what we are and determine what that is ourselves, than with a signature on a flimsy sheet of paper.”

“Not to mention if things didn’t work out, then you have to go through the whole trouble of filing for divorce.” You add. “At least without a marriage certificate you can just end things without the hassle. It’s just easier that way, I think.”

“So, if I wanted to start calling you wifey…?” Wooyoung grins cheekily, a wiggle to his brows.

“I won’t stop you,” you grin. “Like I said, there are other means of acknowledging being in a relationship that I prefer. The most important being how we define ourselves. That’s what really matters.”

“Okay, so if what I’m understanding is correct,” Seonghwa nods, a gleam in his eyes as a cheeky grin pulls onto his features. “We’re married now.”

“Woah, slow down there, Mars,” you chuckle, turning your attention back to your jewelry tree for the moment. “Let’s make it through some things first before we actually start talking about that.”

At the way you notice him pouting out of the corner of your eyes, you chuckle.

“I’m not saying ‘no’,” you meet his gaze. “Just not yet.”

The way they both visibly perk up has a smile pulling at your lips.

“Besides, I do have something to give each of you, now,” you grin, pulling two pieces of jewelry off of your tree.

Moving to step in front of them, you face Wooyoung first. A necklace seems to be held in your hands as you smile at him softly.

“May I?” Your voice is gentle as you meet his gaze.

His eyes shine, lips parting slightly as he nods.

Stepping into him, you’re quick to bring the thin chain up and clasp it around his neck. A soft smile rests on your features as you look down at the small replica of a belladonna flower staring back at you. At the way his hand comes up to gently grasp the flower in his fingers, gazing upon such a gem with such awe, you know you’ve chosen right.

“Beautiful, but deadly,” you hum, noticing how Wooyoung’s eyes flash in recognition almost instantly.

A moment later, and you’ve stepped away from Wooyoung in order to place yourself directly in front of Seonghwa. Gently, you raise a hand in front of him, motioning for him to give you one of his own.

A look of complete wonder rests in Seonghwa’s eyes as he places his hand softly in your own. He can feel his heart racing as you begin to slide a silver ring onto one of his fingers, your thumb stroking over the metal as soon as it’s in place.

Sparing a brief glance down, Seonghwa takes in the sight of a small diamond embedded within an etching of a brilliant star.

“Planets tend to outshine even the brightest of stars,” you hum, thumb tracing over the band of the ring once more.

Nothing but awe fills each of their gazes as they continue to stare at you. Their hearts race erratically within their chests, hearts swelling as a warmth floods their veins. This moment is so tender to them, so significant, that nothing could take away the pure, unfiltered joy coursing through their very souls at this point in time.

You are everything to them, and this only just proves it.

A comfortable silence settles over the three of you as you all bask in this moment together. You take the time to lean into both of them, placing a tender kiss onto each of their foreheads in tandem, a smile gracing your features soon afterwards.

“Oh, are we interrupting something?” The teasing drawl of your mother’s voice catches your attention from the doorway.

You quirk a brow, “not at all.”

The four of them stand just inside your room, the three males looking around subtly. Again, you can see the distaste flash across their features, even if only briefly, at seeing the Taemin posters hanging on the side of the one wall. A fact of which that has your lips twitching upwards in the corners slightly.

“Looks like we finally caught up with you,” your father grins, stepping into the room with the final three males in tow.

The way Jongho still looks completely starstruck nearly has a chuckle falling from your lips.

“Well, I’m sure we can leave these fine gentleman in our daughter’s capable hands for the moment,” your mother begins to usher your father out of your room. “Besides, I need to go check on the sauce.”

Nick’s words of protest die on his lips as both Wooyoung and Seonghwa stand back to their feet.

“We’ll join you,” Seonghwa says, already beginning to follow after your parents with Wooyoung right behind him.

Briefly, you notice the two of them share a glance with the six others who have just entered your room, and you just know they’re speaking with one another in their minds. A fact which is only confirmed when six gazes turn towards you as soon as the others have left.

“Good timing,” you grin, walking back over to your jewelry tree. “I have something to give each of you.”

“You do?” There’s a slight bit of pleasant surprise clinging onto Yunho’s words as they all watch you carefully.

“I do,” you confirm softly with a nod of your head, turning your gaze to meet his own for the moment. “I’ve already given Woo and Hwa theirs, so now it’s time for yours.”

Motioning Yunho closer with your finger, you turn to fully face him as he comes to stand in front of you. A gentle smile rest on your features as you hold your one hand out for him, watching as he places his own in your hold in the next second.

Sliding your touch up, you’re quick to clasp an intricate bracelet around his wrist. Soft blue gems glitter up at him as what appears to be a stem of forget-me-nots wrap around his skin.

“I know it can’t replace what once was lost, but it’s a start,” you squeeze his hand, gazing deeply into his eyes.

At the way his breath hitches, you know that he knows exactly what you’re referring to.

“It’s more than enough,” he whispers lowly, eyes shining as he squeezes back.

Tenderly, you bring his hand up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss against his skin.

Yunho’s heart swells in his chest, a loving smile gracing his features. “Thank you, Petal.”

You nod, squeezing his hand one final time as he steps away. The way you can feel the other’s watching you carefully has your attention on them once more.

Just as Yunho begins to step away from you, you lock gazes with San across the room. With a motion of your head, he’s quick to begin making his way over to you.

“It’s a little on the nose, but I can’t picture it with anyone else.” You hum, turning briefly to grab another chain off of your jewelry tree.

Holding up the chain, an intricate trident pendant swings slightly in the air.

You meet his gaze, noticing how San comes to stand directly in front of you and blocks the others from your sight.

Wordlessly, you mouth ‘My Aquaman’ to him once more, noticing how a pleasant shiver trails up his spine as you move to clasp the chain around his neck. You’re sure a pleased growl would have escaped him, too, were it not for the current situation he finds himself in.

As soon as the clasp in in place, a brilliant smile is shining on his features. Almost immediately, one of his hands comes up to begin toying with the charm affectionately, staring down at it in awe.

Slowly, San begins to back away from you, and you meet gazes with the next male.

“Moonlight,” you smile softly, motioning him forward with one of your fingers.

Mingi steps towards you eagerly, a grin tugging on his features as he watches you grab another piece of jewelry from the tree.

Again, you present your hand, palm facing upwards, to him, and almost instantly, his own is placed in yours. Your fingers settle over his pulse, flipping his wrist as you wrap a leather bound bracelet around it. Once Mingi turns his hand back over, he nearly lets out a gasp in shock.

There, sitting against the back of his wrist, is an intricately carved silver crescent moon, swirl like designs hidden within. The leather straps holding it in place are a dark brown, almost black, tied securely around his wrist curtesy of you.

“Starlight,” his voice is but a breathless whisper on his lips.

“The stars cannot shine without their moon.” You smile faintly, meeting his gaze as you squeeze his hand.

He squeezes back, eyes shining with unshed tears as he steps away from you.

The next male you call over to you is the youngest, of whom is more than happy to make his way over to you as soon as you motion for him to join you.

On the necklace you hold up to him hangs an intricate charm of a book. Although small, the silver cover is carved with vines, a small clasp near the side.

“Open it.” You encourage, allowing the charm to dangle between the both of you.

Wordlessly, Jongho reaches forward, grasping that little silver book in his fingers. The moment he flicks the clasp open, his breath hitches in his throat. There, held within the book, rests a small diamond heart, hidden within the pages of the novel.

He meets your gaze, eyes shining with all the unspoken words he wants to say. Yet, he doesn’t have to, for you already understand.

Stepping forward, you’re quick to secure the chain around his neck.

A bashful smile tugs at his features as a blush begins to creep up his neck. Instantly, his fingers reach up to begin toying with the charm, thumb brushing over the little pendant as he slowly backs away from you.

The next male you turn to begins walking towards you as soon as you meet his gaze. A soft smile rests on both of your features as Yeosang comes to stand before you.

“I’ve had this one since I was small,” you say, turning briefly to pull another necklace from the tree.

Again, you meet his gaze, and you know you don’t even have to say anything else for him to understand how much this single piece of jewelry means to you. How much he means to you.

The treble cleft pendant is small, a diamond shining in the centre of the worked silver. You’ve had it since you started learning to play the piano, and you know that he knows just how significant this piece is to you. To the both of you.

Once the chain is clasped around his neck, you brush your fingers over the pendant lightly. The way you feel him shiver beneath your touch has a smile tugging at your features once more.

“Thank you, Dearest,” you can hear the emotions within his voice as he meets your gaze, eyes shining with that all too familiar love and fondness he always looks at you with.

A nod of your head is all he receives back, that same look of fondness shining within your eyes as you watch him step away from you for the time being.

Now, for the final male who stands directly in the centre of all of his brothers.

Locking gazes with him, a soft smile pulls at your features. That is, until your eyes are briefly darting around to the other five males standing around him.

“May we have a moment alone?” The words haven’t even finished leaving your lips when the other five are moving to exit your room.

“We’ll see you downstairs,” Yeosang sends one final smile your way before closing the door behind him on his way out.

Turning your gaze back to Hongjoong, you notice how he stands, somewhat nervously, by your desk. His hands are clasped in front of his body as he shuffles slightly from foot to foot, the faintest hue of red dusting the tips of his ears.

“At first, I wasn’t sure what to gift you,” you begin, noticing how his eyes briefly dart up to meet your own. “After all, what could I gift the man who has given me everything?”

“Your happiness and love are gifts enough, My Love.” He replies, and you can just hear the sincerity in his tone bleeding through.

You shake your head lightly, that soft smile of yours still pulling onto your features. “It took me a little while, but I cannot picture it with anyone else.”

“My Love?” His breath hitches ever so slightly as he sees you beginning to make your way over to him.

“Close your eyes.”

The moment those words leave your lips, his eyelids are fluttering shut. You can see how anticipation claws at him, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as he hears you approaching him.

The sound of a chain rustling reaches his ears, and he cannot help the shiver that caresses his spine as he feels the ghost of your touch grace the sides of his neck. A moment later, and he feels a small weight settle on the skin of his upper chest.

“I have had many ideals about love, Hongjoong, and you have always managed to go above and beyond every single one of them. You all have.” Keeping your voice low, you bring a hand up to gently caress the side of his face. At the way he immediately leans into your touch, you smile. “Open your eyes.”

The first thing that greets Hongjoong’s gaze is your face, looking at him so tenderly as that soft grin tugs at your lips. He can feel his heart racing inside his chest as he notices your eyes glance briefly down towards the necklace you’ve just secured around his neck. Not just any necklace. A chain with the One Ring dangling from it.

Hongjoong’s breath gets caught in his throat, eyes shining with nothing but pure adoration and love as he meets your gaze. “My Love.”

“I’m sure you overheard me talking about this earlier,” you reply, somewhat knowingly.

“I did,” his voice comes out a little strained, choked by his emotions for the time being.

“Then you know how much it means to me, in more than one way.” Your thumb tenderly brushes against his cheek.

“I do.” He breathes, tears finally gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Thank you, My Love. This means everything to me. You mean everything to me.”

“Hongjoong,” you smile, meeting his gaze before leaning in and placing a tender kiss onto his forehead. Your next words are a mere whisper against his skin. “I believe you.”

A comfortable silence settles around the both of you as you continue to stare into one another’s eyes. The love you can see shining within his gaze sets your heart racing, a look you’re sure is mirrored in your own.

“Come on,” you grin, grabbing his one hand in your own. “Let’s go back downstairs before my mom starts to think we’re canoodling.”

The way his eyebrows raise in amusement has a chuckle falling from your lips.

“Canoodling?” The grin that pulls onto his features is nothing short of devious as his eyes flash.

“Now, don’t be getting any ideas, Captain,” the way you teasingly drawl out that one title of his has a pleasant shiver running down his spine. You lean in slightly, voice low as your breath tickles the shell of his ear, “we still have dinner to get through.”

The faintest of growls escapes his lips, and you can feel the way the grip he has on your hand tightens ever so slightly. Only, before he can so much as respond, you’re pulling away from him. A bright smile paints your features as you let out a faint giggle.

“Come on,” this time, you begin to tug him towards your closed door. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”

Leading him back out of your room, you’re quick to rejoin everyone downstairs. Of course, you do not fail to miss the way all eight of them all seem to be standing a little straighter, eyes gleaming with a newfound shine as your look around at all of them.

In fact, a few of them seem to be crowded around your mother’s side as San stirs the sauce for her. It looks like he’s even started getting the noodles ready to be cooked as she turns the page of whatever book they seem to be so engrossed in.

That’s when you realize just what they appear to be looking at.

“Oh, and this was when she was four and we had her taking ballet,” your mother points at a picture in the album. “They were dancing Swan Lake that year, it was so cute!”

“I didn’t realize she had taken ballet,” Wooyoung hums, a grin tugging on his features as he spares a glance towards you.

“Mom,” a slight panic to your voice.

“And this was her first birthday with cake all over her hair,” Kaitlyn coos, a knowing smile pulling at her lips as she meets your gaze.

“Mom, please,” your eyes go wide, feeling as Hongjoong quite literally slips through your fingers to go join his brothers peering over your mother’s shoulders.

“I tried to stop her, Sweetie, but you know how your mother gets with your baby photos,” Nick chuckles, crossing his arms lightly over his chest as he leans back against the counter.

You sigh, “unfortunately.”

“Oh!” Your mother squeals as she turns the page once more. “And this is when she dressed as a little lion cub for halloween when she was three!”

“Mother.” You’re torn between being completely mortified, and laughing in disbelief. You shake your head in defeat. “They were bound to come out sooner or later.”

“I think your mother’s just happy to finally be sharing them with the people you care about,” your father hums, nudging you slightly with his elbow as you rest beside him.

“You’re damn right I am!” Kaitlyn grins. “What is a mother’s job if not to embarrass her daughters in front of their significant others?”

“Now I know how Crystal feels,” you chuckle.

“Speaking of your sister, her and Vasco should be here soon.” Nick comments. “They’re a bit excited for today since we can’t do dinner together next week.”

“What’s next week?” You inquire casually.

“Well, I’m taking your mother out for a special dinner,” he replies.

“Right,” you nod, almost subconsciously. “It’s your anniversary next week.”

The words fall so easily from your mouth that you don’t even register them until you feel the stillness settle itself over the room. That’s when the reality of your situation is hitting you.

You can feel eight subtle glances directed towards you for the moment as you freeze in your spot. For a second, you swear you forget to breathe as your eyes zone in on the floor at your feet. With everything going on, the actual date seemed to have slipped your mind.

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, feeling eight gentle caresses against your void in tandem. You brush back.

“Thirty-five years, right, pops?” You turn your head, noticing how your father smiles as he meets your gaze.

“That’s right.” He confirms with a happy nod.

“Alright,” you push yourself off of the counter, meeting your mother’s gaze once more. “Is it tuned?”

Kaitlyn’s brow furrows slightly in confusion before recognition flashes within her eyes. “Actually, it was just tuned Friday.”

You smile faintly, “good.”

You barely make it three steps out of the kitchen before your father is calling your name, a slight confused furrow to his brow.

“How would you like to relive a memory, papa?” You turn to smile at him from over your shoulder, motioning for them all to join you at the front of the house.

At the way you notice the eight of them hesitating, you’re quick to reach out to them with your mind. You all can join us, you know. This one’s for you as much as it will be for them.

The moment your words echo throughout their minds, they’re all quick to join you. Of course, San briefly turns off the stove, shutting the fan off of the cooktop for the moment so as not to interrupt the scene that is about to occur. A fact of which earns him an approving nod from your mother, causing a subtle blush to creep up his neck.

There’s a giddy spring to your father’s step as he moves over to prop open the baby grand piano as you pull out the bench to sit. You see your mother step in beside him, the others surrounding you on either side. Still, you cannot help but allow your fingers to hover above the keys for a moment, hesitating.

The last time you saw a piano, you had been harshly thrown into it, the strings snapping against your skin. Even now, as you look down at the ivory beneath your hands, you cannot keep the memories from coming to mind.

A gentle hand is placed onto your back, and you turn your head to see Yeosang smiling softly down at you. There’s an undertone of concern hiding behind his eyes as his thumb tenderly rubs against the skin of your back, and you just know that he’s reminding you of what they’ve been telling you all throughout this past week.

They’re all right here. She cannot hurt you anymore.

Subtly, you nod your head, turning back to the piano in front of you. Again, eight gentle caresses are felt against your mind, soothing you even further as you flex your fingers out before placing them on top of the keys.

Turning your attention to your parents, you see them already gazing at you so fondly. Your father’s one arm is wrapped around your mother’s shoulder, just as her arm is wrapped around his waist.

“It’s been a while since I played this, so you’ll have to excuse any mistakes,” you smile lightly at them. “This one’s for you.”

The opening notes to Elton John’s Your Song begin to fill the house, transposed slightly in order to make the key more comfortable for your range when you begin to sing.

“Sweetie,” your mother’s awe filled voice reaches your ears as both your parents look on at you with awe.

The pull of your lips upwards is nothing short of sweet as you begin to sing. Your voice echoes throughout the open space, comforting them all like a blanket with each note that you hit. A fact which makes their hearts all race in their chest as they register that this is for them, too.

Not even a second later, your father is extending his hand out to your mother in offering, a loving smile pulling at his lips. A hand of which your mother places her own in somewhat shyly.

Pulling her in closer, your parents begin to slow dance to the melody that you create for them with this meaningful song. Each cannot help the way tears gather in the corners of their eyes, reliving very special memories all the while as they get lost in each other’s embrace.

The moment you hit the chorus, you drop your void.

“I hope you don’t mind,” every single tender emotion you’ve ever felt towards all eight of them washes over their very souls at this moment in time.

“I hope you don’t mind,” all the love, happiness, affection, and fondness you have for them floods their sense, and each male cannot help the way their breaths hitch silently in their throats.

“That I put down in words,” you smile, heart swelling in your chest as you think of your eight Kings surrounding you at this very moment. You brush against their minds. “How wonderful life is, while you’re in the world.”

You only play the first verse and chorus, but you can just tell from the way your parents turn to look at you afterwards that it was more than enough. Especially when you notice your mother quickly bring her hands up to wipe at her eyes.

“Thank you, Sweetie,” Nick’s voice is rough, choking slightly on his emotions as he meets your gaze. “That truly meant a lot to us.”

“It’s not every day you get to dance to your wedding song again, just like the first time,” your mother chuckles, eyes shining as she leans into your father’s side.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile at them.

“I don’t think we’re the only ones who enjoyed it,” at the way your mother’s eyes briefly dart behind you, you’re quick to turn around.

Eight tender gazes stare back at you, eyes shining with the emotions they cannot put into words for the moment. Emotions of which wash over you, seeing as you have yet to close your void to them yet. A fact of which makes you smile as you are once more surrounded by that familiar warmth you have come to experience with them, comforted by their love and affection just as you always are.

Again, you tenderly brush against their minds, of which they immediately brush back.

Standing from the bench, you’re quick to step out. A faint smile rests on your features as you move to stand beside Jongho for the moment who currently leans against the railing of the stairs for support.

Just as you go to say something the sound of the front door opening draws your attention. You hear the scraping of nails against the hardwood floor before you feel yourself being tackled to the ground, wet, slobbery kisses being placed all over your face.

“Wes!” You giggle, attempting to catch your breath after getting the air knocked out of you. “Yes, yes, I’m happy to see you, too.”

“Wes!” The booming command of your sister’s voice reaches your ears, and immediately, the dog is sliding off of you. “No jumping!”

“It’s okay, he’s just-“ the words die in your throat as you sit up to see your sister being helped through the door by Vasco.

The catch in your breath is noticed by all as your gaze settles in on Crystal’s stomach, swollen and round. The way you can see her smiling at you softly, your mother practically beaming out of the corner of your eyes, has you on your feet in an instant.

“Surprise,” she breathes, watching as you come to stand before her as Vasco gently shuts the front door behind them.

“You- I-“ you blink, fresh tears springing to your eyes as you take in her figure standing before you. You laugh, nothing but pure joy pulling at your features as the first of your tears begin to slide down the side of your cheeks. “You’re pregnant.”

She nods. “I am.”

“I’m going to be an aunt,” you voice, gaze darting between her stomach and her eyes.

“You are,” she confirms, her own voice now slightly rough as her emotions wash down upon her, too. “Again.”

You fall to your knees, hands hesitant in touching her stomach. That is, until you see her smiling down at you, a subtle nod to her head.

Gently, you place your hands on her stomach, fingers trembling all the while.

“I swear to you,” you begin, keeping your tone low as you meet her gaze all the while. “For as long as I shall live, no harm will ever come to this little one.”

You fail to see the way eight males straighten ever so subtly behind you, for they know that those words you have just spoken are true. They will do whatever they can in their power to make sure that you keep your promise, protecting that child as if it were their own. After all, it’s exactly what you would want. It’s exactly what you are going to do.

Your sister places a tender hand on top of your head, humming all the while. “I know.”

Softly, you lean forward to rest your forehead against her stomach, feeling the way your sister places her hands atop your shoulders. She gives you a reassuring squeeze, revelling in this tender moment with you as her sister, the meaning deeper than either of your parents will ever realize.

“Now, are you gonna sit there on the floor all day, or are you going to introduce me to your mystery lovers here?” The teasing drawl of Crystal’s voice manages to catch your attention.

“You caught me,” you sigh, a chuckle falling from your lips as you move to wipe your eyes.

“I knew it!” She jeers, practically pulling you back onto your feet in the next second. “Vasco, didn’t I keep telling you that she was probably hiding more than one mystery lover?”

At the way she turns eagerly to her husband standing beside her, you can just tell that you’ve been the topic of many conversations regarding this.

“You did, Honey,” Vasco chuckles.

“Let’s see,” Crystal hums. “Just how many of there are you.”

You quirk a brow in amusement, watching as she nods her head as she counts off each male.

Her eyes widen significantly. “Eight! There’s eight of you?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” you huff slightly, a teasing quirk to the corner of your lips.

“Blink twice if she’s paying you,” Crystal leans forward slightly, arms spread as if to hold you back at a moment’s notice.

“Crys!” You complain loudly, shooting her an exasperated look in the next moment.

“I’m just teasing you,” she chuckles, flinging an arm around your shoulders in the next second. “After all, what are big sisters for?”

“And here I was going to play you a song,” you hum, amusedly.

At the way her eyes nearly bug out of her head, she’s quick to begin apologizing. “You can still play me a song! I promise I won’t joke anymore!”

“You just missed her performing for us a few minutes ago,” your father adds, somewhat knowingly.

“Well, now you have to play for us!” Crystal states, matter-of-factly. “It’s not fair of you to deny little Elijah a chance to hear his aunt perform when she’s offering.”

“You’re having a boy?” Your eyes shine as you meet your sister’s gaze.

She nods, and immediately you wrap her in your arms. A hug of which she eagerly returns.

“He’s coming home.” She whispers lowly in your ear, her grip tightening ever so slightly.

A few moments later, you pull away, staring deeply into her eyes. Gently, you bring your hands down to grasp hers in your own, guiding her over to the piano. Carefully, you help her sit in the chair closest to the bench, giving her knee a light squeeze once she’s settled.

Not even a second later, Vasco comes to stand beside her.

For the second time that day, you settle yourself onto the bench, fingers hovering over the ivory. Your heart swells, and you find yourself taking a deep breath in.

With the first chord you play, you immediately begin to sing. The soft tune of Marianas Trench’s Forget Me Not fills the air, and the longer you perform, the more you find yourself glancing at your sister out of the corner of your eyes.

“I’m here to remind you, what’s lost is never gone,” you meet her gaze, and you hear her breath hitch as you do so.

You blink, facing forward once more.

“I’m not ready for what’s to come,” again you brush against those eight strings within your mind, letting them know that this song is for you as much as it is for her.

“But I wanted you to know, I still need you, my friend,” you smile faintly, hearing her breath hitch once more as understanding flashes within her gaze. “From the line to amend, to the cradle again.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice your parents holding onto one another as they watch this scene unfold before their very eyes. Tears line their vision, one already making its way down the side of your mother’s cheek.

“If memories are shadows, we’d best not waste the light.” Too many painful memories threaten to consume you, reminding you of all of your darkest times. Yet, beneath all that darkness, there is still hope. A golden hue that shines through with all the good memories you have, with all of them.

“I know you’re not quite here, but you’re not quite gone,” you will always hold onto your memories, even the bad ones. A sentiment that you know your sister shares as the first of her tears begin to trail down her face. “Sometimes the night gets darkest before the dawn.”

The only sound that can be heard throughout the house is you, the piano accompanying you accentuating your voice and the notes that you play. The song encompasses everything you wish to say to your sister and her unborn child, but also to yourself and your Eight Kings. You know the future is uncertain, and you know the road will be difficult, but you’ll get through this. Together. One step at a time.

“Life’s too short but the end is so long.” The final notes trickle out, softly ringing through the air as you still your hands over the keys once more.

The sound of your sister sniffling draws your attention to her and you turn your head to see her practically clinging onto Vasco for dear life. Her lower lip wobbles, hand coming up to wipe at her eyes frantically before meeting your gaze.

Everything she wants to say to you, you can see in her eyes. The gratitude, the understanding, but most of all, the love you can see shining within her gaze as she looks at you comes through clearly. A fact of which that has you smiling softly, the subtlest of nods to your head in acknowledgment as warmth floods your chest.

Eight tender caresses brush against your mind, and you let them in.

A content hum escapes your lips as their emotions wash over you for the moment. Shamelessly, all eight of them share with you exactly how you have just made them feel, for watching you, hearing you perform for them like this, means more to them than you’ll ever know. The fact that you have trusted them with such an intimacy which also reflects moments shared with your family has warmth flooding their veins, hearts pounding erratically within their chests.

“What a first impression I must be making,” Crystal jokes, drying her eyes. “Here I am sobbing in front of your significant others, and I don’t even know their names yet.”

You chuckle, a soft, teasing quirk to your lips, “what are younger sister’s for?”

“They’re staying for dinner, so there’ll be plenty of time for proper introductions then,” Nick adds, soothingly rubbing a hand over your mother’s back seeing as she’s finally calmed down for the moment.

You stand, moving to rest between Yunho and Seonghwa. Even though you’re only standing beside the two males, you can feel them all surrounding you, offering you comfort yet again in their own ways.

You smile.

“So,” your mother clears her throat, clapping her hands once to catch everyone’s attention, “who’s hungry?”

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Dabi taking care of a tired reader!

scenario:-reader comes home tired as fuck,dabi sees em and cuddles ensue

pairing:-dabi x gn!reader

genre:-fluff/comfort

For @fallenssun

You’d just come back to your apartment after what felt like the longest day of ur life

You darted to the shower,eager to relieve yourself of your dirty old clothes.

Once you came out,toweling your hair as you made your way down to your little kitchen to make yourself a little snacc,you noticed that the tv was turned on...

You cautiously made your way to your living,the towel youd been using just moments before,now your only weapon against a possible intruder

You peaked around the corner to notice a familiar pOoF of black hair

You exhaled loudly which caught your ever vigilant boyfriends attention

Her turned his head to shoot you a little wave and gestured to the space beside him on the couch

You practically floated towards him,like you were riding on clouds, and practically fell into his lap

“Hey you..” you said,staring at the man who held your heart like he had hung the stars 🌟

Thd goofy smile on your face made the ever-stoic ‘villain’ look down at you with a smirk on his face

“Hey y/n~”

His voice sounded gruff yet calming and you swore that each word made you fall in love all over again..

“When did you get here Tou?”you asked,and unbeknownst to you,your use of that little nickname just happened to give him butterflies

“Like 10 minutes ago.”

“Dam you had time to clean up and change in 10?”

“🤷🏻‍♂️”

You turned your head from your position in his lap just a little to fully take in his outfit

He was wearing a grey hoodie and his black sweats,a completely simple outfit that you absolutely loved

He personally didn’t get it but hed heard you fangirling to one of your besties and had tried to wear it as often as possible ever since🥰

“You look good....warm...” you said,hugging him closer.

He could clearly see that you were tired and he knew how this would end so he let you snuggle in a little,one hand lightly massaging your scalp,the other tracing soothing patterns on your back

And just as predicted,you were out like a light in under five minutes

He looked down at your peacefully sleeping form and smiled lightly to himself

Something about you bein comfortable enough and safe enough around him to just

Fall asleep in his lap

Just made his heart flutter again

After a few more seconds of waiting to make sure you really were out cold,he picked you up and carried u to your shared bedroom

He placed you down on the covers before getting into his boxer and climbing in himself

The moment he hit the sheets you instinctively came closer to him and snuggled into his side

Now dabi wasn’t really muchh of a cuddler(at first) but at moments like this when he knew you wouldn’t know,he held you closer

Closer than your tight good bye hugs and closer than youd ever know

In those silent moments he held onto you like he was gonna wake up and lose you.so dangerously close yet so tenderly soft and secure

It was at these moments that he was the most vulnerable,when even HE felt the safest

The next morning you woke up tangled together,you felt better rested than you had in a while and you knew it definitely had something(everything) to do with the man beside you.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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cupidsdescendant · 1 year

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loved the sniper x y/n smut you wrote!! please write more smut with him, he’s adorable🥺❤️

perhaps a part two?? :D

HAI ANON!! TYSM I'M SO HAPPY YOU LOVE IT!!! I will be writing more smut with him but the part two I created doesn't have any ;w; I apologize about that! I totes will make more smut with him in the future tho!!

Feverish Lust (PART 2)

*listening to Pinkies Brew as I write this lol* Part 2 to the first Smut fic I wrote My heart is warmed to the core knowing people enjoyed this <3 thank you so much for the feedback!!

It's been 4 days since the "incident". The heat had lifted and everything was at a reasonable temperature. The routine of a cool, sunny day had returned but the heat between Y/N and Sniper lingered. Sniper had been high-strung ever since and tried to avoid Y/N in any way he could. Dodging her during fights, changing his positions, and even telling the mercs to keep her away from him. Every night since then he'd lay on the floor with his legs spread spacing out to the idea of experiencing what Y/N did for him again albeit changing parts of it to fit his fantasies. Thoughts of Y/N crawling to him and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, teasing him by pulling his zipper down with her teeth, seeing her chest exposed in that dirty position...it drove him mad. Sniper never masturbated to it though. He found it to be ill-mannered and disrespectful to pleasure himself to the thought of another person without their consent. Instead, he let himself get hot and bothered by it before snapping himself to reality and going to bed.

Y/N hadn't seen him since that day and she worried. There was no sign of him and she feared he hated her. She rested her body on the wall of the Medbay, waiting for her annual checkup with Medic "Did I go overboard...?" Her heart sank. She liked him for a long, long time and a pang of guilt stung her, realizing she never confessed her feeling and that was both their first intimate moment with each other. Y/N's face was warm, embarrassment crept its way in and she put a hand over her mouth trying to hold back anything she could say.

Mornings rose and nights fell as been 2 weeks since Sniper and Y/N had talked nor interacted. The guilt had eaten at her. Her performance levels had decreased during matches and she'd become more fatigued. It felt strange seeing this from her, considering she was one of the mercenaries that had been incredibly ambitious and competitive. Soon enough, everyone else started to notice. On the first night of the 3rd week, Y/N stayed in her room staring at the wall and imagining the possibility of an alternate path. "We could've talked...I could've just talked. I could've, I should've-ugh." Even trying to find a solution to fixing the past never seemed right. Y/N was jolted out of her thoughts by three forceful knocks. She hastily got out of bed and asked in a panicked tone, "Who's there?"

"Y/N. It is Heavy." She took a deep breath and exhaled a sigh of relief "Doors open."

Heavy grabbed the chair from Y/N's desk and quietly positioned himself while she observed him. "Do you need something, Heavy?" Y/N leaned against the wall, folding her arms. Heavy let out a quiet grunt as he gazed around her room. "We are worried for Y/N. You stay in room for very long now." Y/N appeared puzzled. She felt flattered by the concern "we" had shown toward her. She had never imagined that the mercenaries paid any attention to her actions. "Really?" "Yes. They think you did something to Bushman. He is also very quiet. Gone more than usual... " "You did something to Bushman" Y/N was angered by Heavy's statement. "WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" she exclaimed defensively, feeling her joints stiffen and her eyes scrunch up. As a result, Y/N's mind was polluted with negative thoughts. "They were talking about you?!" "I bet they were judging, they probably all think you're a whore, that you're dirty. DIRTY!" Her heart felt like it was about to burst. Heavy's eyes widen and his eyebrows compressed to a worried-like arch "There is no reason to be angry. Heavy was saying what the team was saying! Please do not be angry at Heavy." The atmosphere was thick with a palpable silence, leaving him in a state of uncertainty regarding the direction of the conversation or the appropriate course of action to take.

A hiccup escaped Y/N's mouth as tears formed on the surface of her tear ducts. An intense wave of emotions struck, her head pounding forming an instant headache, making it hard to suppress her feelings. "No, Heavy-! I..I did do something! But I-" As much as she wanted to pour everything out she still tried to contain a torrent of emotions within herself. "I-f-feel-" She clenched her teeth and she breathed through her mouth. Heavy got up and walked slowly to Y/N trying not to scare her and gave her a huge, warm, and loving bear hug. He placed a finger on his lips and hushed, signaling for her to be quiet. As she cried, she felt the vibrations of his stomach beneath her, seeking comfort in his embrace. She held on tightly as she hiccuped the last she could at the moment "I-I should've...I'm sorr-y..never done that, Heavy, I wish I-" Y/N was shortly cut off: "Shhh...It's okay, Heavy is here. It is okay, do not worry."

The hours passed as Heavy kept a close watch on Y/N, relieving her of her pain and sorrows. Heavy learning her deepest secret was shocking but he didn't let what he learned changed his perception of Y/N's character and her as a woman. The two sat down on Y/N's bed after standing for so long and slouched over her bed frame. He gently patted her back as she rested her head on his forearm, with her hair tousled and her face still flushed. Her lips and eyelids were puffy and her eyes were visibly low on energy. "You should talk to bushman." Her eyes traced Heavy up to his eyes that have been staring at the wall. "He will do you no harm."

"It's not as easy as you think it would be. I don't even know where he is." "He is not in tower?" "no." "Then I will bring him to you." Heavy got up and stretched his back and shoulders. Y/N watched as he placed his hand on the doorknob, about to open it. She raised her voice. "Heavy, please don't get involved. I don't really want-" But before she could finish her sentence, the door closed, leaving Y/N alone.

"Where are you taking me, mate." Sniper's boots kicked the dirt as he followed Heavy. His eyes were glued to the floor and he kept his hands in his pockets. "You will find out when we get there," Heavy said assertively. Y/N nervously tapped her knee, feeling a sense of panic wash over her. Despite having a fully written script, she was unsure of what to say or do next. "Please don't come please don't come please don't come" The door creaked open from the outside as Heavy's figure appeared. "Y/N." Sniper was caught off guard. He stood silent behind Heavy as he pressed his thumb and index finger against the fabric inside his jeans. He needed to find something to ground him, to make him feel less nervous but with each pinch, he realized that he was really within inches of the girl he tried to hide from.

"You two talk now." Heavy walked to the side to reveal the quivering Sniper and he walked behind, closing the door. They both stared in opposite directions of the room, trying to avoid any possible eye contact. Sniper and Y/N let themselves soak in the silence and didn't make any obvious want to talk. She picked away at the skin on her thumbs, he ripped the pocket in his jean from all the friction between his fingers and left a hole where he dug his finger in to expand it. Y/N took out her paper from her pocket. It was folded into a small square, and the sides of it were chaffed from her playing with it. The paper wasn't moist or wet but because of her intense anxiety, her entire body was hot which made the paper limp with drops of sweat. She opened it and her thumbs dented it, her expression changed to regret. When she wrote it at the time it seemed like everything was perfect, that everything she had to say to the man was written confidently but now that she sees him standing in front of her, Y/N had no idea how to get her words out. It was so easy in her head.

Sniper's head was throbbing, too many thoughts had cluttered his voice of reason. At any point, he could blurt out something but he didn't know the effect of what it would do. He couldn't grasp a single thought for long enough to make out something that would be beneficial to Y/N. He couldn't think of anything. "Start with something simple. Something that will start something."

"Hiya, Sheila." Y/N looked up to see a guilty-looking Sniper, he bit his lip ever so slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed. Y/N just gazed at him. Nothing escaped her lips and she didn't reply, she just stared. She let the atmosphere stay silent. She felt hurt by his response because it took her back to that day. The sounds around them control the conversation, the tapping of the water falling down a pipe, Scout's voice bouncing outside with energy, and the wind flowing in through the window. How was she going to respond to that? What was she going to say?? How would she even say it? "I'm sorry." She said after what felt like ages. "I'm sorry, Mundy." She stared deeply at the paragraphs she wrote in her letter, all the question marks surrounding sentences, and the last thing she wrote. I'm sorry

"Don't be... Uhm-." The clicking of his shoes grew closer to Y/N and she looked up. He stared back at her, his eyes softer. "I should be sorry. I'm sorry I ..tried to ignore you." He averted his eyes to the wall. "I'm sorry I was, I didn't, I didn't know how I was going to approach you after that. It changed my feelings for you a lot." A light pink flushed his cheeks. Only he really knew what changed during that time, his fantasies. Y/N got up and straightened her back, she let go of the paper and she looked him in the eyes. Y/N confidently raised her voice

"Mundy, I'm in love with you. I've been for a long time," she continued but her confidence lessened when her head computed her next sentence, "and. and well-..well, I wish. I wish-..I wish I didn't do that. It was nice, but I wish I told you how I felt beforehand." After expressing what she finally meant to say all along her words stringed on perfectly, "I want to get to know you, I want to love you. I want to experience things how they're supposed to be before I do anything like that with you. I love you, Mundy." Y/N grabbed both of his hands and squeezed them with hers "Let me experience love with you before any kind of lust."

Sniper's eyes fell into Y/N's. He stared at her. Her eyes were wistful and bright. He had no words. He took his hand and rested it on her cheek, resting his lips onto hers and pushing his upper lip. They closed his eyes and let the sensations bury any doubt they had, their mouths dancing with one another and taking in each other with each readjustment. They opened their eyes, both of them having their chest beat with affection. Passion dripped from one another's mouths and they took pleasure in looking at each other afterwards. Y/N could feel him stare into her soul.

"I love you too, Y/N"

this took me a week to write ;-; hope it was too yall's liking!! I'm sorry this wasn't smut, I know it was wanted (I'll write another story with it dw ;) but I really think it was important for this to be addressed IMO ) Again I love you all, and thank you so much for the support. This blog means the absolute world to me!!! Mwah! GG

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bonebirds · 5 months

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I don't normally do this and I honestly feel like it's... bad, somehow, but it's a pretty small circle here and idk, I just need some kind of validation or... something? Look I'm bad at this but I am really trying /o\ Everything is just fucked and internet hugs would be nice.

Work:

ignored my original request for medical leave in March

instead tried to PIP me in April (HR intervened and was like, why? All this employee's feedback is positive and they've never been an issue?)

ignored my request for medical leave in May

granted 2 weeks PTO for me to move in the summer but my director also included things like "you will never get benefits for medical issues" and "if you have to quit, I'll help you get a job somewhere else" (paraphrasing) but that if I kept asking for time off, I'd... be... in trouble, vaguely? I'm basically treated like he wants to fire me but alas, cannot :( He does promise to look into any employee emergency funds or help given everything outside of work sounds Bad. He never does.

I emailed HR in June to be like, "my doctor is advising I stop working because I am becoming physically ill from stress and can't function, I am having daily panic attacks logging into work, and btw, my manager has been emotionally manipulating me into working through this illness despite my doctor's documentation" and never heard back.

After I moved, in September they moved me to a team where they did not train me on anything, and my health continued to deteriorate until I just didn't show up for a week and my new manager actually helped get HR involved. I was at this point visibly in meetings losing my fucking mind and calling out former managers for driving this all.

work agrees to grant me paid medical leave but will get back to me about how much of my salary I'll collect on leave. I am given Sept 20-December 31 off.

They don't get back to me at all, and I collect a full month's salary in October. NB: we get paid once a month, at the end of it. This took 5-6 weeks of ignoring the process on their end.

9 days before being paid for November, I'm told I can burn the rest of whatever PTO I have but they will not be paying for this leave. They don't tell me how much that is.

undoing pretty much any and every progress I'd made on de-stressing and recovering from everything else, triggering a shingles attack, and I have zero savings, zero benefits, and zero fucking idea about what to do aside from try to fight for paid leave

I am putting this here mostly because it's too much to hold in my head all at once, ever, and I try to break the last 9 months down and just... like, my god? I showed up to work during all of that. I asked for more and more to do. I did the training and the meetings and the job, and... I am paying out of pocket for treatment because no one there gives a shit and everyone believes the manager I emailed HR about (since fired!***) because she never documented... anything.

So I look like I did nothing for a year and then just asked for leave to cover my ass.

*human trafficking**

**I'm not kidding and I'm really fucking tired of trying to kid about it or talk around it because just being like 'haha, life events" or "drama!" is vague enough I guess people are like "yeah I stress sometimes too" when it's more like "my organs were physically shutting down from stress and I had a complete nervous breakdown when I realized what was going on" :|

*** There's so many layers to this because we were friends before co-workers but she also spent months trying to keep me in a city where I was actually in danger and gaslighting me about helping with it all so she could keep me in the city, so, you know. That was going on too?

I'm not really looking for advice (I'm in the process of looking into what legal protections I have, don't worry) so much as... I don't know. This is fucked, right? This has just reached a level of fucked where I don't know how to keep trying. I was fighting for this job because if I could just pay off another, like, ten grand of debt I'll be okay enough to breathe a little, and I like the folks I work with and it's not a bad gig, and I quit a PhD for this place, and them paying this leave was literally going to be a saving grace I so needed, and...

Yeah.

If nothing else, like, I get to be mad about this, right? I'm trying so hard to actually let myself be mad without flinching from that feeling because it's like all or nothing, I am just defeated and crying and giving up or I am breathing fire and going for their jugular, and neither is practically helpful.

I don't know, man.

But yeah there you go, that's why I had to move accounts suddenly and lost, oh, 98% of my social circle earlier this year 😵‍💫

Jusssssst.

At least typing it all out and looking at it square in the face like that is, yeah. That's horrific treatment. And worth fighting. Even if it's just a few grand, or... something. I don't know. I'm just so fucking hollow all the time again. I was just so close to somewhere less precarious, emotionally and financially.

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rainyfestivalsweets · 3 months

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2/7/24

I am taking my lunch to get some treadmill time in... but also might need a vent. I am struggling with keeping my job but also scared of positions that would move me out of production. Without my OT I am just a salty cuss. Behind on everything and overwhelmed with assignments. I felt like they were fucking with me, even though we are supposed to have flex time AND make up time. They were trying to make me take PTO for some medical appointments. God damn, if I could just give up this job. 😪 I love it. I hate it. It is a very bipolar relationship.

What else? I am in the middle of some really heavy books (all borrowed so I have to give them return soon) and people keep interrupting my books.

And the friend that recently started yet another MLM business.... is now all over social media saying how great the opportunity is and blah blah blah. I am creating a boundary where I don't give her negative feedback, I don't want to hinder and progress she might be able to make.

But come on, man. It feels disingenuous at best. Inauthentic. Maybe I should hide her profile.

Maybe just everyone is annoying me?

Friends talking about going to the casino? Eh.

Why? Because my other friend has a fucking disastrous gambling addiction and is working himself to death. And everytime he makes a post about his winnings, I cringe. He has high interest loans out. Nothing i have said to him has gotten thru.

Every time I ask him to hang out, he is "working." But will definitely ask me to watch his dog so he can vacay. And now it is tax season, he has filed already and he is literally chomping at the bit to get his hands on that refund money. For a "vacation" weekend.

Jesus fucking christ man, get ahold of yourself. If you want to go, fine... but fucking save for it and stop messaging me, I have my own shit going on.

And me? I am feeling stuck since mom's illness last april. I need to get registered for classes again. 😩 I need to start making progress on something. I have plateaued weight wise and my mental state is just eh, when it should be burning with the fire of a thousand suns to fucking get this weight off. 😤

So what do I do? Go to Walmart and look at diet pills. (I am already on many things- but why am I compelled to keep looking??) I have a bunch of stuff that I struggle to use regularly enough for it to work properly.

I continue to be weighed down by the things that have been bothering me. Bills, school, taxes, work, clutter and I barely am making it from day to day and only then normally by the skin of my teeth, a happylight and a metric shitton of bergamot tea and anything else that will boost mood.

I have developed an affection for CBD products and I need to stop ordering it because it makes me eat stuff that I have purchased for mom. But it makes me feel good in the moment so I do it. 😱😱🤯👀

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ssplague · 2 years

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Chapter 11

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❣️🔻Trigger warnings🔻❣️

Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, brief reference of suicidal ideation(past), fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

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The spare key Bakugou keeps in your room (As if he’d ever be stupid enough to lock himself out) comes in handy for what you’ve got planned. First you start with the menial tasks; Tidying up, vacuuming, stripping the bed, taking the blanket and sheets down with the rest of his laundry that needs to be done. After doing the washing, you put away his clothes and remake the bed.

Share his burden, make things easier on him, he’s trying so hard.

You nod your head as you look around the room, still so full of energy. Now you just need to get yourself ready and then everything will be perfect.

Katsuki was exhausted, and beyond frustrated with the day he’d had; His hands ached from over using his quirk and he just wants to be back in his room already. Back with you.

You’d called him fifteen minutes ago, and he’d told you he would be back in thirty, which was true.

Although, you were talking so fast he wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard anything you’d said other than; “Okay, I’m in your room already come straight up stairs when you get here, Kayloveyoubye”.

You were weird sometimes…like the other night when he’d taken you out, the fuck was all that about? He didn’t feel like contemplating it, hopefully you were more compliant than combative tonight.

Opening the door to his room he noticed the lights had been dimmed and a couple scented candles were lit on his desk and nightstand. The mixture of vanilla and lavender scents calming his nerves as he steps inside and drops his bag on the floor.

“Um…w..welcome back” your nervous voice greets him as you exit the en-suite. You have on a flimsy silk robe that threatens to fall open as you hurry across the room towards him, “Sit down, you look like you had a rough day…wanna tell me about it?”.

The grouchy hero to-be allows you to fuss over him, while he complains about each person, amongst a slew of various incidents that had invoked his ire since the sun rose. Stopping mid rant when you start massaging his aching hands, “The fuck are you doing?! That hurts dammit”. Refusing to let go of the appendage as you explain that it will help with pain of his strained joints and aching tendons, as well as improve blood flow, in turn bettering circulation throughout his entire limb, which will combine to help him feel better faster, after the strain caused from continuous over using of his quirk. He’s huffy but allows you to continue, watching you help him relax. You are so dillegent with your work that you fail to notice your robe started to fall open, giving him a glimpse of what you had hidden underneath. Using his free hand, he successfully gets one of your shoulders out from beneath the offending fabric, before you start to slap at him “Katsuki, im not done, stop!”. Now that he’s seen one tit, he’s a man on a mission; “C’mon babe you fixed my hands, got my blood circulating somewhere else now..”. Your hands are so small compared to his; They’re soft like velvet, unlike his own which are more akin to sandpaper with their rough, callouses. His patience has worn thin, he wants to feel those dainty fingers working his shaft, and cupping his balls.

Well this was what your plan was leading up to all along, but you were enjoying the rare intimacy the two of you shared with clothes on.

Oh well, can’t be helped now…

“I wanted to tell you something, something important” you say as he pushes the robe off your other shoulder. “Then stop stalling and say it” he snaps, grabbing at your chest. He’s not even trying to be gentle or careful with you, as he now mouthed your left tit “Well?”.

You want to cry, and you aren’t entirely sure why? Or where the feeling is coming from?

Best to just push it aside.

“I just…I wanted to apologize to you, not just for the other night but…well for the whole time we’ve been together really…” you pause as he pushes you down on the pillows, halfway laying his body on your’s, with his head on your chest. Once he has your nipple comfortably in his mouth, he hums, encouraging you to continue, red eyes slightly hooded but still giving you their undivided attention. “I havent been properly supportive of you as a good lover is supposed to be…and I hurt you immensely, it was all so stupid of me…and I’m sorry” you begin carding your fingers through his messy blonde hair, the sigh he lets out of his nose tickles your skin. It’s all you can do not to moan as the suckling on your nipple begins again.

“I owe you for everything you’ve done for me…I never told you that you saved my life, and if I hadn’t said anything you never would have found out” you ignore the concerned noise he makes, focusing on massaging his scalp as you force yourself to continue “I.. I almost listened to what they were telling me to do, almost believed that no one would actually miss me or be better off without me…Then I remembered you, and you took me in when I showed up on your doorstep, you wanted me, you loved me when no one else did…I’m always going to be grateful for that…I love you so much…even though I’m such a broken mess, you still want me around…I don’t want you to leave me alone…don’t wanna be without you…So I’ll do whatever you want or become whatever you need me to, just so you’ll let me stay by your side”.

“You really mean that?”

His hands gently cradle each of your cheeks, as he stares into your eyes. Initially, the sudden invasion of your personal space was off putting, but you’d gotten used to it as Katsuki’s prone to getting in your face a lot, he’s just prone to being as close to you as he can get most of the time. Like right now, when he’s looking at you with slight traces of desperation in his expression, parts of him are twitching with excitement and nervousness.

“Yes, I absolutely do…every.single.word” he keeps you from capturing his lips, much to your frustration. He’s searching your eyes for something…deception? Trickery?

You weren’t as broken as you seemed to believe you were, but Katsuki could work with it. You were so willing to be entirely his, so devoted to his happiness, it was surreal. He’d grown up seeing his father adore his mother like this…and now he too had someone who would never deem he was “too much”, or ever having to worry about them disappearing some day. In all honesty, he was just as terrified of losing you as you were of losing him. You’d already thrown him away once…he had to ensure it would never happen again. Now that you believed you needed him, he could relax some.

“I was your savior without even knowing it, hah?” He jokes, smirking before continuing “Guess that makes me a pretty Fuckin’ great hero to be”.

“The best” you immediately follow up with, wearing that smile that’s just for him “You’re always going to be my perfect hero, and all mine of course…”.

He visibly perks up at this, and you notice, so you decided to test your new theory; “The strongest, smartest, sexiest, man I’d ever give the pleasure of being inside of me, the only one I’ll want till the end of my days”.

Oh ho, where’d this confidence come from? You had a rough idea, normally you’d never say something so racy.

Katsuki was eating it up though, his darkening red eyes making your stomach twist into knots.

“I know that’s fuckin right, I’m the only one worthy of touching you, loving you, fucking you…Just me, right princess?” He asks, as those soft hands of yours set about undressing him, audibly groaning as your finger tips lightly slide down his chest, “Tell me how much you want me, no tell me how much you need me”. You lock eyes with him once more as soon as you undo his belt buckle, “I…I need you so much Katsuki…”. You hear the clink of the metal hit the floor along with his pants, making you swallow thickly as you struggle to maintain eye contact, “Oh c’mon angel, you can do better than that…wanna hear you confess how Fuckin’ devoted you are to me, how you can’t live without me anymore…”. You feel him take hold of your hand, guiding it bellow your mouth, “Spit” he orders. You do before he finally moves your hand to come rest where he wants it the most “Come on baby, not gonna make me wait all night are you?”.

Of course not, you can multi task.

So you slowly set about stroking up and down his shaft, pace increasing with each shameless declaration; “I cant do anything without you…I’m lost without you…I’d do anything to make you happy…Everything to keep you with me, I couldn’t go on if I ever lost you…You proved to me time and time again that you’re the only one that’s truly there for me…No one could ever mean as much to me as you do Katsuki”. “My Katsuki” You place a kiss on the head of his cock after saying his name the second time, the breathy whisper of his name has him gasping, a raspy whine following after “Ohhh fuck…fuck, y/n!”.

Seeing him so needy does things to you, if your panties weren’t soaked before their absolutely soaked by the time you excitedly wrap your lips around his leaking head. The shamelessly loud vocalizing of the pleasure your bringing him has you eagerly swallowing up the entirety of his length in one go. You moan as his cock presses against the back of your throat, you keep it there until your eyes are watering and lungs begin to burn. Pulling up and off of his cock leaves a string of spit connected between his tip and your plump bottom lip. The way you take notice of this fact with a wink and flashing a smile so seductively stunning it would put a porn star to shame, has him losing his fucking mind. Just as you were about to dive back down on his cock, one of his hands wrapped around your locks and gave a little tug, signaling you to stop.

As much as Katsuki would love to lay there and watch you slurp on his cock, he knows it would only take a few minutes and he’d be coating the back of your throat. He wasnt ready for this to end just yet, and he wants both of you to enjoy yourselves, not just him.

“On your back, now” he growls, smacking your ass as you hurry to comply. Big, rough hands slide down your stomach and grip at your hips, looking down at your panty clad pussy he lets out a low whistle, “Well would you look at this?”. He tugs the little piece of fabric upwards giving you a wedgie between your sticky, slick soaked pussy lips, “Only a real whore would get this soaked just from sucking some dick princess…Got something you wanna tell me?”.

“M’only a whore for you and your dick, no one but you Suki…Always you” you whimper, squirming at the discomfort.

He smiles, slipping your underwear off and tapping on your clit, “Want me to lick your pretty lil’ pussy princess?”. Your answer suprised him, “N-No…Not this time…I want…” your surge of confidence was fading fast, realizing this has you chewing your bottom lip to stall for a minute.

“Then tell me what you want pretty, I won’t know unless you say it”

“I..I want…want you to make love to me”

Just full of surprises tonight aren’t you?

You stare at the wall as a moment of silence stretches into a couple of minutes. How humiliating, why’d you have to say that cringey bullshit?! Now the mood was completely ruined, seeing the shadows cast by flickering candle lights has your eyes burning with unshed tears. This all seemed so stupid now when you really think about it…He wasn’t impressed or flattered.

Maybe if I just quit while I’m ahead-

“O-Okay…uh I can do that, yeah…totally capable of doing that for you-I mean to you, goddammit!” You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, but turning over and seeing the tips of his ears turning red proceeded to further demonstrate it.

“You don’t have to be smooth about it, it’s not even anything different than what we normally do it’s just-“

“I need to relay the strong emotions that having sex with you makes me feel and in turn make you feel special…along with building up the passion and pleasure that lead to climax” he recited, earning a wide eyed open mouthed stare from you. “What?! I’m not a complete idiot about this kind of shit, it’s just that…you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to try it out on, got a problem with that?”.

Your eyes soften as you bring your hand back up to lightly touch his chest again; “How could I have a problem with that? When I’m the luckiest girl in the world, clearly in bed with the most gorgeous, soon to be #1 hero, looking down at me in a way reminiscent to a feral wolf staring down at the dumb bunny he’s about to…DEVOUR”.

To avoid embarrassing himself any further; Katsuki decides to capture your lips and engage you in an almost violent kiss. Growls and whimpers echo around the candle lit room, both of you catching hold of the other’s bottom lip between grinding teeth.

Feeling the blunt head of his cock poking at your entrance has you trying to be a brat and crawl away further up the bed. He’s not having it, you are getting this dick, and when you do it’s taken like the champ you are. Something feels different about tonight, and as soon as he sinks his painfully hard dick into your sopping, squeezing, heat, his whole body shuddered. Which just sends a vibration from your cunt to the tips of your toes, making you keen as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Your sucking me in princess fuck! Need this cock that bad hah?” pressing your foreheads together, Katsuki takes a second to collect himself before opening his eyes and being greeted with your beautiful eyes mirroring the same intensity he knows you’ve seen so many times within his own.

“I need it! Need you to fill me up like only you can Katsuki, Want you to love me so good tonight that I can’t even remember my own name tomorrow morning…pleaseeee I just want you”

“Fuckin tell me more beautiful, tell me how in love with me you are while I rearrange your guts, that’s what you want right?”

You shook your head yes, mewling his name and scratching his back as he set about fucking into you. He’d have you sing his praises some more later, you’d already pumped up his ego to dangerous porportions. Now was as good a time as any to tease you some;

“You think you’re real slick don’t you?”

You look up at him in confusion, wincing as he presses the head of his cock to your cervix, holding it there while he continues; “You really thought I wouldn’t figure it out…”.

You still don’t understand what he’s talking about, you weren’t hiding anything? Right?

“-Thinking you were gonna trap me? Well jokes on you princess cause that’s what I wanted all along” he sounded so smug, and from what you were unsure because you were panicking about being caught in a lie.

“Trapped?” You squeaked nervously.

“Yep you are beautiful, you could have just told me you wanted me to breed your sweet little princess cunt, I would have been more than happy to fuck a baby into ya…Kinda early but oh well” Katsuki looks so proud of himself for “Exposing your freaky self” but he was way off the mark. Rather than ruining the mood by calling him stupid, you just smile and took it in stride. Gently rocking your hips with his, perfectly in sync, reaching out to cup his cheek you put on your performance;”You caught me! I thought I’d hidden it so well…Nothing gets passed you though does it? My Suki, too smart for your own good”. “Mhmm so don’t ever try to lie to me because I’ll catch you every single time” he says this while looking so deliciously devious it has you moan with excitement, “Especially not to protect someone else…if I ever find out someone hurt you and you neglected to tell me about it….Only I’m allowed to see how pretty you look when you cry…You’ll have to watch me beat them to a pulp and then It’ll be you getting punished..Don’t try me beautiful…understand?”.

“I…I understand” you nervously bite your lip, in this head space something so terrifyingly threatening only translates into endearing and passionate. Surely these feelings weren’t side effects from the pill you’d taken earlier? You couldn’t deny that your partner knew his way around your body at an expert level, but still…This was the greatest sex you two have ever had. Everything was just so much more vibrant, so intense. Your hips chased after his with every push and pull movement, keeping his length captured by the squeezing of your velvety walls.

“Let’s do something different” Katsuki moves towards the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor, with you quickly straddling his lap and waste no time in sliding back down on his cock.

Now he’s able to thrust up into you, while you sink down on him, meeting perfectly in the middle every time.

“Better?” He asks, laughing at your frantic nods. You rest your arms on his broad shoulders, tangling your fingers in his spiky tresses and forcing his mouth against your’s. He can’t help but smack and squeeze at your ass while you bounce on his dick, tangling your tongue with his as you whimper into his mouth. When he finally allows you to pull away and breathe, one of his hands yanks on the end of your hair pulling your head back and giving him better access to suck and bite down your neck “Who’s pussy is this, hah princess?” His gruff voice reaches your ears, but it doesn’t translate over inside your brain, you only succeed in making those equally adorable, as they are sinful, sounds that drive the hot headed blonde WILD, “I asked you a Fuckin’ question!”.

The cry you let out as a hot hand comes in contact with your ass cheek, goes directly to his cock. His new grip on you ceases your bouncing, and now you whine while helplessly wiggling your hips. “Who’s fucking pussy is it?”, Each of his words is followed up with a cervix bruising thrust upwards into you.

“Katsuki’s!” You sob, wrapping your arms around his head as he buries his face in your chest, sucking a few nice purple bruises into the skin of each breast, “All of me belongs to Katsuki!”.

“Good girl”, finally satisfied he released his hold on you so you could happily resume your bouncing as he lays back and lets you go to work. Occasionally giving you a lazy thrust of hips, but mainly enjoying the view of you becoming more and more fucked out.

“W-Who does Katsuki belong too?”

You say it so quietly that he’s not quite sure he heard you correctly, until you stop moving. Your eyes are shining with tears as you stare down at him expectantly, “What did you say baby?”.

“Who does Katsuki belong to?!” You repeat louder, bottom lip trembling as your cunt continues to suck and squeeze around his cock “Tell me!”.

“Sh-Shit! You keep clenching me like that-”, your desperate whine drowns out the rest of his words “Who is it?”.

“Fuck, Y/N! Katsuki belongs to Y/N!” He groans so loud and shamelessly, it’s music to your ears. Katsuki on the other hand was red in the face, why the hell did he just sound so pathetic? Of course he’s in love with you, but how could you reduce him to that? You don’t seem to have noticed the chink in his armor, you were still happily grinding down on him with your eyes closed and smiling so adorably it makes his chest hurt. You make him feel things he’s never felt; It’s like your entire being makes his brain go haywire, and that brings about feelings of fear, which translates to weakness…and anger.

The sudden feeling of a hand around your throat was nothing short of surprising. So when your back hit the mattress and the grip tightened, cutting off your intake of air, you were nothing short of terrified.

“How do you it do? Hah, princess?”

Katsuki asks, in a voice so low and dangerous “C’mon don’t look at me like that, pretty…”. The confusion and fear you felt was reflected in your tearful gaze as your face burned from the lack of oxygen.

You had one job and you’d fucked it up: How? You’d colossally fucked up and had no idea how.

The squeeze ceased, but the large, warm hand lay settled over your throat, calloused fingers lazily stroke over your flesh. All Katsuki can do is just marvel at how you still can look so beautiful while sobbing and gasping beneath him.

“I-I’m so-sorry, I ma-aade y-you angry, I won’t do it ag-again”

You couldn’t not do it again, this is a character flaw within himself, not you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong…You’re just…sometimes I get overwhelmed by how beautiful you are, and how much I love you…I don’t know how to deal with it, so I lash out at you and it’s fucking wrong…I ruined everything…like I always fucking do…Im sorry Princess,I-” a pretty finger pressed to his lips silenced him.

“I’m here to share your burdens and help relieve your stress, because that’s what people that love each other do, you’re working so hard, it’s weighing on you and sometimes accidents happen, that’s all…” you smiled up at him after saying this, and it was obvious you believed what you were saying…..You were absolutely incredible, perfect!

Maybe in this instance, weakness was okay? If the weakness was his love for you anyway….”You can’t ever leave me Y/n, I’ll never let you go”.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere, with anyone else anyway, silly”

Good, because you would never get the opportunity to go anywhere with anyone else.

“Katsuki…are we umm…are we not going to finish?”

Yeah, he’s never letting you go.

Ever.

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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March '22 fic anon here: I will admit I definitely struggle with some type of mental illness. I've been a perfectionist for a very long time now. And it shows up in everything I do, including this hobby that I do for free.

Reading through your blog and Tumblr in general I know I'm not the only one who puts this pressure on themselves. But you're correct, OTNF, it's unhealthy to think this way. But try as I might (and I have tried my hardest) I can't seem to get the hang of self-acceptance.

I do appreciate the readers who left feedback, and I have every reason to believe they're being honest with me. Even so, all the positive reviews in the world can't make me shake the feeling that "I could've done better."

It's a process, to be sure.

The very fact that their advice shifts nothing shows how much this isn't actually about the fic quality or anything to do with logic and objectively evaluating things.

Obviously, that doesn't fix it. But at least you know the nature of the problem.

I'd pursue resources on handling obsessive thoughts and defeating perfectionism. You can also work on your writing, but just know that no amount of writing skill will stop you from feeling like this. Writing is worth working on for its own sake just like any art is, but the solution to the feeling of not being enough or not being allowed to be fallible lies elsewhere.

Don't beat yourself up too much for not having achieved perfection in mental health either. That kind of thing is slow, and trying harder does not always produce results. I'm sure people can rec some self-applied therapy modalities to try. It might also just be a question of time or anxiety meds or something.

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haikyuuwaifu · 1 year

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Breakeven: The Script

Genre: Drama, Angst

Warnings: Swearing

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What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? And What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay? I'm falling to pieces, yeah I'm falling to pieces

“Izuku!” Uraraka called, waving her friend over to the table she’d reserved. The man wasn’t even in the mood to go to the bar, but he knew how persistent his friends could be. Giving them a tight lipped smile, he waved, moving to take the available seat next to Tenya. “It’s been a while Midoriya.” His friend stated, sliding over a full glass of beer. “I’ve just been really busy.” He supplied, sheepishly. “Too much work and you’ll burn out.” Tsu supplied, as her boyfriend Tokoyami nodded his agreeance. “I’m actually off this weekend.” Izuku supplied, looking toward his friend. “We should do something!” Uraraka mumbled, her cheeks pink. “My mom wants me to come home for the weekend, says I haven’t spent enough time with her and Yagi in a while.” He mumbled, as the gravity hero’s face morphed into a pout. Before she could say anything further, a shout from the bar pulled everyone’s attention toward the television.

“This just in, #2 hero Dynamight was caught unaware by a no-named villain.” The reporter stated, as the bargoers quieted down. “The villain came barreling out of an alley intent on bringing harm to the hero in question who was reported to be off duty for the day.” Behind the reporter, viewers could see police and an ambulance. “I wonder if he’s okay?” Tenya mumbled, as the reporter panned over to the number 2 hero. The man looked ill at ease, nary a scratch on him. “Thankfully, our #2 hero was protected by one of Japan’s very own civilians!” The reporter declared, as the bar cheered. “Bakugo has been gaining a lot of positive feedback from the public this year.” Tsuyu stated, as they watched the coverage. “It’s like he’s a completely different person!” Hagakure declared taking a sip of her drink. “The woman we owe a great thanks to is standing here with me now.” The reporter declared, as the camera panned over toward Y/n. “Her name is Y/n L/n! She’s a teacher at UA, as well as the girlfriend of our #2 hero.” Y/n waved sheepishly, stuffing her hands into her ground zero sweatshirt. “Did you have any idea that your boyfriend would be attacked this evening?” The reporter asked, as Y/n chewed on her lip. Y/n only shrugged, looking out of the shot. “It’s not something I expect,” she began looking over at the reporter, “but he is the #2 hero, so it’s something I’ve learned to accept.” “How did you know there was going to be someone jumping out at your boyfriend?” Y/n let out a breathy laugh. Izuku was unable to take his eyes off her, and Uraraka seethed in jealousy. “I have a shield quirk of sorts, I always keep it up when I’m out and about.” She supplied, waving her hands. “It’s really just second nature.” “Even if she didn’t have it up, my woman is real fucking handy with a knife.” Bakugo stated, coming up to wrap his arms around Y/n. “Now, if this is finished, I owe my lady dinner and a dessert.” He grumbled shooting the camera a wink. “And there you have it folks. Dynamight has been saved, and for once it’s nice to see the surly hero as the damsel.” The reporter teased as Y/n let out a laugh. “Just be glad you don’t see him when he’s sick.” She whispered, cackling as the blonde’s hands sparked. “Get back here!” He called, giving chase to his runaway girlfriend.

“Bakugo’s stats have only increased since the media found out about his girlfriend.” Tokoyami stated, to the group. “I worked with him on a case last month, and he actually referred to me by name.” Tenya agreed, as the rest of them started mumbling. Izuku remained quiet, his brain working overtime. “What do you think Izuku? You’ve known Kachan the longest.” Hagakure asked, looking over at her friend. “I think Kachan is stupid.” The green haired man mumbled, downing his beer. “I think he’s selfish, for openly flaunting his relationship. Especially since his girlfriend is a civilian.” “I mean, there are risks obviously, but she’s also a teacher at UA, and they don’t let just anyone teach there.” Tsu provided, looking over at her friend. “It’s not the same thing Asui. Kachan is just a selfish idiot, and he’s probably using her to bump up his numbers before the rankings at the end of the year.” Izuku stated, glaring at the table. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous.” Uraraka teased, nudging her friend. “What do I care what Kachan does with his fucking life.” Izuku huffed, laying some bills on the table. “I don’t feel so good, so I’m heading home.” He grunted, standing up to go. “I’d like to be alone so please don’t follow me home again Uraraka.” He called behind his back making his way out of the bar. Hours later found Izuku staring out into the city, sitting quietly on the rooftop as he watched the sunrise. “Figures I’d find you here.” A voice called, causing the man to look behind him. “Shoto.” He mumbled, looking back out into the skyline. “Tenya called, said you didn’t seem like yourself last night at the bar.” Izuku only shrugged, choosing to ignore the dual haired man. “It’s time for you to move on Midoriya.” Shoto stated, taking a seat away from his old friend. “If you were my friend, you would be supporting me, and helping me.” Izuku mumbled, unwilling to look at the other man. “ I was your friend, for most of our young adolescence. And you chose to ignore me every single time I told you what you were doing was wrong.” Shoto supplied, leaning back on his hands. “She’s happier than she ever was with you.” “She’s in constant danger Shoto, I wouldn’t exactly call that happy.” “You never could see her as a capable woman could you?” the man hissed, rolling his eyes. “This is the last time I’m telling you this Izuku. Let her go. You had your chance and you fucked it up. When you dumped her Shinsou wanted to tie you up and light your ass on fire.” Shoto stated, moving to stand. “Y/n convinced him that you weren’t worth the time, but no one will convince Katsuki otherwise, and you know that.” Izuku chose to ignore Shoto, staring out into the skyline.

“Mom?” Izuku called out, making his way into his mother’s home. Usually she would greet him at the door, but he’d noticed that his mother seemed a bit upset with as of late. Making his way into his mother’s house, he was surprised to see Kachan standing in his mother’s kitchen. The blonde was licking his fingers, having taken a bite of whatever was in the container in his hand. “What are you doing here Kachan?” Izuku grumbled, glaring at the other man. The blonde paid him no mind, waiting patiently for auntie to return. “Bakugo, what the fuck are you doing in my mothers house?” “Izuku Midoriya, I know you’re not talking to a guest like that in my home.” Inko sniffed, making her way back down the hall. “Mom, what is he even doing here?” The man whined, as his mother tsked. “He’s still family, even if you two are no longer friends.” Inko handed the box over to the blonde, giving his hand a pat. “Make sure you don’t lose this.” “I won’t auntie.” Katsuki stated, leaning down to give her cheek a kiss. “I’ll let mom know about dinner next week.” He could, shouldering Izuku and making his way out of the house. “Mom how can you j-” “Sit.” Inko hissed, glaring at her son. The man took his seat, watching his mother warily. “I cannot fathom, why you would ever, think it was okay to treat a guest in my home that way.” “Mom Kachan’s not a guest. He’s a cocky asshole and h-” “He’s the son of my best friend. A fellow colleague of yours, and he used to be your friend.” Inko stated, glaring down at her son. “And another thing, your behavior as of late has been absolutely deplorable for the #1 hero.” She sniffed, as the man stood on his feet. “How can you even s-” “I met Y/n Izuku.” Inko stated, watching her son wilt. “W-what does t-” “I know everything, because Katsuki made his mother aware when they started dating. Color me surprised, when I find out that my friends son, is dating the woman my son had kept from me for years on end.” Inko hissed, as Izuku winced.

“No one knew about Y/n Mom.” Izuku whispered, looking down at his lap. “Uraraka knew. She tried to start a fight with her at the store weeks ago.” Inko provided, crossing her arms. “It wasn’t safe for her to be with me.” “Oh? Like it wasn’t safe for me to be with Yagi, the former #1 Hero? Or it wasn’t safe because you were embarrassed.” “I was not embarrassed!” Izuku shouted, in defense of himself. “Then why didn’t you bring her here to meet me.” Inko asked, taking a seat across from her son. “I wasn’t ready.” He sighed, looking away. “You’re lying.” “I’m not mom, I swear...I wasn’t ready for her to meet you.” Inko only scoffed, sucking in her teeth. “If that’s what you choose to believe, then fine. But you will not disrespect guests in my home again.” “Is she happy...with Kachan?” Izuku asked, looking over at his mother. She snorted, reaching over to grab the remote and flip the television on. “That’s not really any of your business anymore is it?”.

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granulesofsand · 9 months

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Hey! Do you happen to know of any resources about programming done by family cults with few connections/supplies?

We're particularly interested in resources for that or for a few specific program types (beta, epsilon, and gender role (subservient wife)) in a more general sense, with healing/program deactovation being the focus.

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, deprogramming

I don’t know that there are resources that combine both, or at least not obviously, but I have several links that might be helpful.

Please be aware that I haven’t been through all affiliated links nor read the majority of longer papers on this topic. My system communication is not good, but I’ll leave a note for the others so you might be better informed.

Links:

https://nonstatetorture.org (overview, examples, frequently referenced by survivors, uses primarily girls/women language)

https://www.icsahome.com/home (every kind of cult, outdated articles but not unhelpful, hard to navigate)

https://www.cherylrainfield.com (use the menu search bar, types of RA, recognizing programs, haven’t heard anything bad about the author yet)

Keywords:

(Terms I feel are safe enough or worth the effort)

“Ritual Abuse Torture” (fairly recent, multiple articles, maybe explicit)

“ISCA” (before or after a term to get a database article, easier than clicking around, some are old)

“IBLP” (Duggar cult, widespread but gives familial deprogramming information, triggering and sometimes fetishized)

Red Flags:

(There is some good but you gotta sift)

“Narcissist” (relies on demonization of PDs, scary, sometimes good ideas but makes me physically ill)

“Satanic Panic” (they don’t mean it as separate from RA, discounts survivors)

Satanic Ritual Abuse (if recent, usually dismissive, cynical from outsider perspectives)

Podcasts (fetishize ‘true crime’, the ones that don’t sometimes pretend DID isn’t a thing, be prepared if you look)

Word Vomit:

This segment exists for my own memory issues and to try and get feedback from systemmates who I don’t have access to, it should be skippable.

Familial/generational groups are oft mentioned in discussion of RAT (Ritual Abuse Torture), and can be found in linkage to informal or formal high control groups and as separate entities.

A familial group operating independently will rely on occupational knowledge of those involved. Some will be situated in a remote farmland where everyone is expected to work with crops, livestock, upkeep, or household chores.

Remote groups are less likely to have access to pharmaceuticals and premade equipment, but may include members with related expertise. A talent in engineering or medicine may be utilized to perform previously unavailable techniques.

Methods of programming depend on the subculture the group came from, and may be quite improvised if no precedent has been set. Any materials available may be used, and there might be efforts to create material specifically for programming.

Beta programming is enforced with heavy gender roles and strict punishment, often a painful sexual assault or related humiliation. Ideas are sprung from environmental influence; epsilon programming can be done with any animal naturally found in the environment, pets, sometimes videos or given instructions on how to behave.

Undoing programming is similar to less complex conditioning. Finding individual identity outside group parameters, creating positive experiences where negative ones forced a reaction, loosening the hold of trauma and untruths told by perpetrators.

I just switched in and I can’t help with this, I’m only posting it. This is a topic we’re interested in for us, too, so we’ll keep looking and come back to it.

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criphd · 9 months

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had my latest supervision.... cried quite a bit in it. i think im really struggling with the fact that it’s been my dream to do a phd for a really long time & now that i’m actually doing it it feels less like a dream and more like a nightmare. or at least like the rest of my life it is also overlayed by + disrupted/distorted by my illness[es] & that just sucks & isnt something i imagined would happen so much when i dreamt about it. the stress i feel about ‘being behind’ is so much to do with the fact that i ~think i’m not doing enough/ not living up to my expectations [which have always been ludicrouslly high], it’s not about what is actually true in terms of my work - neither of my supervisors think i’m behind, i get positive feedback everytime we talk / i share work [even if it isnt perfect lol] etc. it’s fine. it’s all going to be fine.

#criphd #personal #overwhelmed

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