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tenswrld · 5 months

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true romance

popstar!haechan x upcomingartist!reader, angst, fluff

summary: haechan's the world's boyfriend — and yours too, i guess.

word count: 4.1k

listen to: true romance - pinkpantheress

a/n: first, sorry that its been so long...im trying to be better about writing but inspiration comes and goes,,i hope you will indulge in whatever this is!!! everytime i hear this song my mind goes to haechan for some reason sooo yeah >_< i have lots of drafts its just a matter of when or if i finish them LOL love yall tho & enjoy

•°. *࿐

tell me, do you view me the same or do you call me a stranger?

"leave a bit after me so no one sees."

haechan is popular — without a doubt one of the most popular artists of your time. everyone either wants to be him or be with him, to which you completely understand. everything about him screams someone who was born to be on a stage, stealing hearts and whatnot. with such a bright personality, it was almost impossible to not like him.

you've had the privilege of getting to watch haechan grow from singing songs he wrote in his bedroom on youtube to him performing them in sold out shows. you're a fan, of course, but somewhere along the way — with crazy luck — you've wiggled your way into his life and into his heart. the two of you were music artists wishing on every star for some kind of breakthrough to the industry (take a guess on who got it). naturally, it brought you together. you were there when haechan reached 5,000 subscribers, and you were still there when he was selling out shows to 50,000 people. you've stuck by his side for so long that you're sure that its where you fit best.

in the moment, however, you're not so sure anymore.

"leave a bit after me so no one sees."

the small smile on your face slowly disappears at haechan's words and hurt quickly settles into your chest. "...why? what would be so bad about that?"

haechan seems unable to grasp how upset you are at his words. he shakes his head with a small laugh. "it's not like that, y/n. but a scandal at this time wouldn't be good."

"a scandal?" you scoff slightly. "since when have you ever cared about that?"

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair that's still slightly wet from his post-performance sweat. "i just don't want to take any risks right now. especially since my album is coming out soon. you understand, right?"

"i fly all the way out here to see you, and you don't want to be seen with me?" you say with a trembling lip and a weak voice. you're hurt and you're angry, but can't seem to keep your tears at bay.

"i didn't say that."

"you might as well have," you spit back at him.

"let's talk about this later, okay? trust me, it would be a lot worse for you than it would for me." haechan picks up his bag and swings it over his shoulder, making his way towards the backstage exit door.

frozen in place overwhelmed with emotion, you watch your boyfriend open the door. you think he's had a change of heart when he pauses at the door and turns back to you, but somehow he's managed to hurt you even more.

"maybe you should take these too," he says, placing the bouquet you made him back into your hold. the smell of roses and sunflowers taking over your senses as more tears well up in your eyes. you hope the flowers hide them from haechan's gaze. though, you're not so sure he'd notice anyway, as he'd already let the door close and left you behind.

•°. *࿐

'cause, baby, i don't care about the fame

people talk. as an upcoming music artist, you're aware that people talk. as the (hidden) girlfriend of a global superstar, you're more than aware that people love to talk about anything and everything that doesn't concern them.

you and haechan aren't on the same level of fame — not that it matters to you. it never mattered to you, really. even as haechan grew and grew and you remained with your significantly smaller (but still decent) following, fame was never your strongest desire.

yet, now, you're wondering that maybe if you were just a bit more famous, more popular, more well known, then you wouldn't feel as far away from haechan as you do right now. even as he sits beside you on the king bed of the luxury suite he booked for this stop of his tour, you feel further away from him then ever.

"i mean, what would people say about us, y/n? about you?"

"you keep saying that, hyuck, but you're not explaining it to me," you say, growing frustrated with him. "why is it just about me?"

he purses his lips before averting his gaze to the floor. "they'll say nasty stuff about you — that you're using me for fame, or money, or something like that."

you shake your head. "but you and i both know that's not true. we've been together for how many years now? their words shouldn't matter." you take hold of his hand and rub your thumb against his knuckles. "you could have nothing and i'd still be here."

"people don't know that," he scoffs. "they'll assume the worst about you."

maybe he's right — you're sure they will assume the worst about you regardless of your long, deep history with haechan. would he start to believe them? you think it, but you don’t ask — too afraid of the answer you might receive.

"what are you so afraid of?" you ask him softly, begging him with your mind for him to look at you.

but he doesn't, his eyes stayed trained on the ground and he can only weakly squeeze your hand that holds onto his own.

"i don't know."

•°. *࿐

tell me, why i don't play about you

every song is about you

haechan finally has a short break in between the legs of his tour and he chooses to spend every waking moment of it with you.

things between the two of you have felt rocky for a while. it makes haechan ashamed to say it, but he's been so focused on tour and his new album that he's pushed everything else to the side. he's a perfectionist and he feels like he's barely made it — he wants everything to work out perfectly and is committed to making sure that happens. he's not sure how long he's been brushing off anything non-career related, but he misses you — even if you're with him.

he flys the two of you out to a small, quaint place in kyoto where he finally gets to enjoy some peace and quiet in his life. he chooses to turn off his phone, not too keen with the idea of his manager berating him about all his responsibilities he'll have to tend to when he gets back. he's on vacation and he's here with you: the one person who's been with him through every up and down.

you're laying in his arms and haechan misses you to the point where it hurts — when was the last time he laid with you like this? the revelation urges him to pull you closer, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head as you lay on his chest. he sighs into your hair, breathing all of you in. it's silent, for the most part, until you ask a question that rattles haechan's being.

"why do you not sing about me?" you ask it so softly that haechan almost misses it.

"what? what are you talking about?" he's genuinely confused as to what you mean. who do you think he sings about?

"i know a handful of your old old songs are about me, but you don't perform those anymore," you murmur into his chest. "ah, don't mind me, i'm just talking."

you sound embarrassed and defeated and haechan wants to cry. did you really not know? how long has he been pushing you away?

"y/n, every single song i write is about you," haechan professes. "i couldn't write about anyone else if i tried."

his words shock you, even if they shouldn't. you tilt your head up to look up at him and he looks down at you with the softest gaze.

"not that i ever would, anyway," he continues, a sad smile painting his face.

"you mean it?" you whisper to him, wanting so badly to believe him.

when haechan's resolve breaks and his eyes glaze over, you know he means it. his hold on you tightens with one hand and the other comes up to caress your cheek, swiping a tear you didn't even know had fallen.

"of course," he croaks. "you're my muse, y/n. you."

this time, you're wiping his tears away as he cries and cries into your palms. you shift the two of you so that he lies in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face buried into your torso, your hands running through his hair. he's apologizing over and over and doesn't say why, but you know why. you regret ever doubting haechan's love for you — even if he was to blame.

but, just as you're certain you love him more than anything, you know that haechan loves you back all the same.

"it's always been you, y/n."

•°. *࿐

and everybody’s shouting out your name

“you look too handsome to be pouting like that, you know,” you tease lightly, approaching haechan to adjust his tie fondly.

he can’t help but smile at you as you do so, his hands easily finding their place around your waist, tugging you close. “if you tell me to stay, i will.”

you sigh and place your hands upon his chest, allowing you to push yourself up to place a soft kiss on his lips. his lips trail after yours once you pull away and he pouts at you again, eyes begging for another kiss but you push him back ever so slightly.

“you can’t miss this, hyuck, you know that. this could be really big for you!” you beam, swiping a bit of your lip gloss off of his lips. “some important people might be there.”

“but you won’t be there,” he whines. “what’s the point?”

you roll your eyes playfully. “you’ll be fine. now go, your manager has been waiting.” haechan sighs and leans down to place one more kiss on your lips.

you pull away before he can get carried away. “go! and put a good word in for me with taeyong, yeah?”

haechan rolls his eyes but smiles at you, pecking you on the cheek as he bids you farewell. “no promises.”

ੈ♡˳

it’s barely been over an hour and haechan wants to leave.

normally he’s able to tolerate these sorts of things — the bright lights, loud music, snobby people all trying to one up each other. he can get by and chat with anyone as if he’s known them for years. typically, events like these breeze by for haechan. why was he hating every second of it?

it’s lee taeyong’s end of year celebration party. of course, as his junior, haechan was invited. he’s grateful that he’s made friends with lots of other artists under his company, otherwise haechan would have been long gone within the first 45 minutes of arriving. but, haechan stays, mostly because he admires taeyong and does, in fact, bring up you and your songs — which, to his surprise, taeyong says he knows you and enjoys your music.

haechan isn’t given the chance to talk more, unfortunately, due to an excited kim jungwoo who locks an arm around haechan’s shoulder and drags him away.

“ow — hyung! i was in the middle of a conversation!” haechan grits to jungwoo, lightly shoving his arm off of him.

“my bad, it looked like you needed saving,” jungwoo chuckles. “come on, everyone’s been looking for you.”

jungwoo leads haechan to a small circle of people to which haechan knows as his small circle of friends: mark, his company's beloved canadian rapper; johnny suh, one of seoul's most popular djs; and of course there's kim jungwoo, kim doyoung, and jeong jaehyun who make up dojaejung, korea's heartthrob boy group.

"yo, where have you been?" mark greets him excitedly, lightly slapping him on the shoulder playfully.

"what do you mean 'where have i been', i saw you yesterday, mark," haechan grumbles.

"woah, someone needs a drink," johnny chuckles. doyoung is quick to hand haechan a glass of champagne.

haechan takes a large gulp, hopefully to ease whatever tension he feels in his shoulders. he's trying to enjoy the party, he really is, but all he wants to do is come home to you.

"everything okay?" doyoung asks him, concerned with the way haechan seems to be downing his drink.

the younger boy sighs. "yeah, i'm fine, sorry. just stressed out."

"oh, your album is coming out soon, right?" jungwoo remembers, nudging haechan with his elbow. "congratulations!"

the rest of the boys congratulate him and haechan can only half-heartedly reply despite being very grateful.

"i'm sure it'll be great," johnny reassures him.

"saw a lot of love songs on that track list," jungwoo teases. "got a special someone?"

haechan stills at his words and he's caught in an argument with himself. does he mention you? does he say no? is this how he wants people to find out you’re together? before he can even reply, though, jaehyun cuts in.

"speaking of, i heard that kim minjeong has had her eye on you for a while, haechan," jaehyun says. he raises his eyebrows at the younger boy and haechan gulps, the rest of his friends nudging him playfully as they coo at him.

"that's the model, right? and singer?" doyoung asks. "you should talk to her!"

haechan feels like he's going to be sick. maybe he's being dramatic — its not like they're shoving him into minjeong's face and asking him to profess his love. still, he feels like he's betraying you in some way and he realizes he has to go home.

"i can talk you up, probably," mark says. "we're normally at the studio at the same time."

“i heard that shin ryujin has been talking about you, too,” johnny pipes in. “honestly, who hasn’t been talking about you? i’m surprised you’ve done nothing about it.”

doyoung hums. “she seems like your type, donghyuck! i know some people over at —“

"no! no, don't — " haechan places his champagne glass onto a nearby table abruptly and sighs shakily. "just...don't. sorry, i-i don't feel well. i should go."

confused and concerned eyes watch haechan as he rushes towards the nearest exit. he doesn't bother saying goodbye to taeyong, but makes a mental note to send him an apologetic note tomorrow. haechan sees kim minjeong catch sight of him, and he's sure she's about to make an attempt to stop him to chat with the way she looks at him with a flirty gaze. haechan is quick to turn in the opposite direction and flees out of the nearest door.

haechan's manager comes out soon behind him, frenzied after trying to catch up to a frantic haechan. he doesn't get the chance to ask the latter if he's okay, too occupied with calling their driver upon haechan's request.

"home," he chokes out. he's out of breath and he feels dizzy — whether its from the champagne or from guilt, he's unsure.

"i want to go home."

•°. *࿐

i'm in the crowd, can you see my hand?

haechan has reached the encore of his final show of his tour, yet he still feels a pressure that he cannot explain.

its not from all of his seniors and friends that attended in support of him, he knows that. it's not from the different producers and music artists that flew to seoul for him, either. its a pressure that weighs on his chest that has made him feel unsatisfied with each stage, despite putting 150% effort in everything.

the crowd is going crazy for him after he delivers his final ment, and he takes a moment to soak in it all, in hopes it would give him some peace of mind.

then, his eyes finally spot you.

you, in the back row of some random section, sitting with your manager, with a banner with his name on it and a headband with bear ears perched on top of your head. he doesn't know if you can tell that he's staring right at you, but you start waving around the banner with excitement. haechan can't help but adore you even more than he already does.

time stops for him as he realizes that you're here. through thick and thin you've always been there — what has haechan ever done for you? he hasn't given you even a sliver of what you deserve, yet you've never left him. you stayed when he was a nobody, and even now when he's been terribly selfish, you let him be.

there are thousands of other hands waving at him, but haechan can only see yours.

"actually," haechan starts, quickly silencing the crowd. "there's one more thing i wanted to say."

from your seat, you feel your heartbeat quicken. haechan is still standing and looking into your direction and you know he sees you.

"there's someone very special to me that's here tonight."

your heart stops as you realize what he's doing and you can't help but glance at your manager in a panic. fans around you are murmuring in confusion since haechan had already given a shoutout to his guests.

"they've been by my side since i was writing silly love songs in my childhood bedroom," haechan says, a fond smile taking over his features. "i wrote those love songs about them then, and i still write every love song about them now."

the gasps and shocked noises at his confession fall upon deaf ears — to you, you and haechan are the only two people in the world.

"some of you may know her — she's an amazing music artist as well. far better than me, in my opinion, but maybe i'm a bit biased." haechan sees you laugh and can't help but chuckle too.

"my girlfriend, y/n, is here tonight, and i couldn't be more grateful. wave, y/n!" haechan calls out to you. surprisingly, the camera cuts to you as you wave shyly, hiding behind your haechan banner. even more surprising, the crowd cheers loudly for you.

"isn't she cute?" haechan asks. he's delighted when he sees and hears the rest of the stadium agree.

haechan finally feels that weight lift from off of his chest and he feels like he can breathe. he's happy — ecstatic, even — now that the world finally knows he's yours.

"y/n, you once asked me what i was afraid of, and i said i didn't know," haechan recalls gently. "but i know now." he purses his lips to prevent himself from choking up.

"you've always been so supportive of everything i've done. you've done so much for me and i'm not sure how i could ever repay you." haechan sucks in a sharp breath. "i'm afraid that i'll never truly deserve you."

the crowd coos and some fans in front of you turn around to look at you. you're a mess: tears are streaming down your face, and your hands are shaking. you hide pathetically behind your banner again as your manager wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder.

"i'm sorry for making you wait." haechan puts a hand over his heart, and you do the same. "i love you."

the camera cuts to you again and haechan glances at the monitor to get a better look at you as you mouth something back. haechan doesn't even attempt to conceal his smile or to hold back his tears. there's no use.

"i love you, too."

•��. *࿐

say what you want, this is true romance

“did you really have to mention that, hyuck?”

your boyfriend settles next to you on the couch, arm draping over your shoulder, as you scroll through his recent interview with vogue korea.

you pout at him and he's unable to stop the smile that takes over his face. he pinches your cheek and you quickly swat his hand away.

"what? what did i say?" he rests his chin on your shoulder to read the article for himself.

"i mean, does the public really have to know about me crying on our first date?" you complained. you continued scrolling and laughed as you read. "in what context would you ever have to tell vogue about our matching crayon shin-chan pajama pants?"

haechan laughs and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "honestly, i don't remember half of what i said during this interview. or any of what they asked me." he tugs you a little closer to him so that you're leaning against him, laying the two of you down. "all i know is that i'm pretty sure i started talking about you so much that they just called it a day."

"you're that obsessed with me, huh?" you teased.

haechan scoffs, wrapping both of his arms around you tightly. "obviously."

he watches you open instagram and sees you check the likes on your new post. he gasps dramatically, loosening one arm around you to snatch his phone from his pocket. "you posted?! where was my post notification?" he whines cutely.

he's a little too quick to find your account and he then quadruple clicks the picture to give it a like. "babe, why are your comments off? i was about to get really out of pocket," haechan whines again.

"okay, first, don't do that, please. save some of your dignity," you scold him. "but its because people are mean," you admit softly.

haechan's eyebrows furrow together and his tone stiffens. "who? what did they say?"

you sigh. "no one specific, don't worry. some people are just not too keen about us. your predictions were right, i guess," you attempt to joke, but it only makes haechan upset.

"here, come here," haechan beckons you up with him as he sits up. you're still under one of his arms, which he locks around your neck as he tugs you into his side. you're caught off guard, but lean into him anyway, arms wrapped around his torso. haechan lifts his phone up and takes selfies of the two of you, cheeks pressed together as you both smile uncontrollably.

you're both giggling like two high schoolers fresh into a relationship and you've never felt more happy and in love in your life. haechan presses wet kisses against your cheek before you eventually push his face away. still, he steals one more kiss from you — this time on your lips — and you let him.

"okay, i'm posting all of these," haechan declares casually, leaning back against the couch.

your eyes widen and you reach for his phone in an attempt to stop him, but haechan has already dodged you and raised his hand up. "hyuck, don't."

"why not? i'm in love with you, people just have to deal with it," he shrugs. "anyone who has a problem with us can get blocked."

you fall onto haechan's chest and he gladly wraps you up in his arms again. "you're stupid, but i love you."

"good, because i just posted it."

you peer up at haechan's phone and you see that he was true to his word. all of the selfies you just took piled into one singular post to which haechan captioned 'my heart'. you watch as he scrolls through the comments and blocks anyone with anything bad to say.

"wow, you weren't kidding," you say, amused.

"'course not. these people need to learn true romance." he leans down to kiss you one more time, this time letting the kiss linger. he pulls away but rests his forehead against yours, staring at you with eyes full of love. "i love you, too, by the way."

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haechan is popular — without a doubt, he's one of the most sought after guys in the industry. he's confident, charismatic, and he's bright. he's everyone's dream guy, it's no secret.

but, above all, he's yours, and you're his as well. he has devoted his heart and life to you and its not a secret to anyone anymore.

this time around, haechan wraps you up in his scarf to protect you from the cold before the two of you leave.

"i already have a scarf on, hyuck, just keep yours," you mumble from underneath the thick fabric.

haechan doesn't hear you (not just because he literally can't) because he's too focused on zipping up your jacket and tugging your beanie over your ears.

"okay," he says as he intertwines a hand in yours. he clutches the bouquet you made for him proudly in his other arm while he carries your bag and his own over his shoulder. "let's go home!"

its bittersweet as you realize how familiar yet different the situation is. you clutch haechan's hand tighter as he tugs you towards the backstage exit door, outside where the press and his fans are waiting.

he doesn't hide you anymore. no, instead haechan shows you off proudly and wholeheartedly as if it was what he was meant to do.

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harleehazbinfics · 3 months

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Home is where my Heart is.

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Word Count: 1395 A/N: aaaa im so happy i can finally post it. pls enjoy~ it's hazbin hotel guys, that's a warning in itself

(edited as of Feb 20)

I hopped off the bus clutching my hat in one hand and my bag in the other. Lifting my hand off the hat, I reached inside my coat for a piece of paper.

“Angel Suites, 123 Bullard Avenue,” I muttered reading the paper then looking at the tall building in front of me. I sighed and went inside and was then greeted with a stench of tobacco from the clerk in the front smoking reading a magazine.

I grimaced and knocked on the wooden desk to gain his attention, from the lack of a bell. He lifted his eyes from the paper and narrowed his gaze to glare at me, causing me to break in nervous sweat.

“Hi, I-I’m Miledy Calliope. I called you yesterday for an apartment room?” I tried to say out cursing at myself from my stutters.

He rolled his eyes, folded his newspaper to the side and opened a small drawer to his right, muttering curses as he looked for my keys. When he finally found them, he threw them at me to which I hastily caught, causing me to drop my belongings.

“The stairs are to the left,” he groaned in annoyance, opening his newspaper again and turning on the radio on his left increasing the volume, seemingly to drown me out if I had any more questions and then taking a drag from his tobacco.

I huffed and drudged to my now apartment room, it was cold and damp inside. It has a somewhat worn-out couch and bed, an empty kitchen. To save myself from a migraine, I plopped down on the bare bed and collected my thoughts to stay calm.

“This is better than nothing at all. Better than staying at that damned place for sure,” I complained quietly looking through the glass window in melancholy. I sat up and rummaged through my bag to find a little rabbit stuffed toy, squeezing it for comfort for being in a new environment and an entirely new life.

For a while, I did as much I could do to make the place cleaner than I found it and homier for me. As the sun went down, cleaned up myself. I wore a glittery loose dress, the length all the way to my ankles, accompanied by bright earrings and a fur coat.

After locking up the door, I headed towards my first gig. I breathed out a sigh as I tried to shake off my nerves, I stood at the half-filled club. I turned my head when I heard a shrill call for my name.

“Miledy!” I see a short woman theatrically calling my name.

“Miss Mimzy!” I replied excitedly, “Thank you so much for having me!”

“Of course, no problem! Just bring in some bills, yeah?” she joked with her thumb and pointer together to sign for money while winking.

“I’ll try!” I shrugged with a smile.

After a while of talking someone gave me a cue to get on stage. “Good luck, honey!” Mimzy cheered.

As soon as I got on stage and sang in front of the mic with a sudden boost in confidence, I didn’t notice a fine gentleman sitting next to Mimzy greeting her and talking with each other.

“Mimzy! Good evening, my dear,” the brunette greeted tipping down his hat. “A newcomer I see.”

“Hi, Al!” she replied enthusiastically, “Yeah, I scouted her from the city down during my trip. Lovely, isn’t she?”

Alastor merely hummed amused and answered, “A pleasing voice indeed. Would you mind introducing me after the show? I'd love to get to know this new talent of yours.”

Mimzy raised her eyebrow a bit skeptical, “Sure, no problem.”

The further the songs went on the more Alastor was enchanted, barely able to take his eyes off her. However, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one to take interest in her, his face contorted into a sneer when he lustful stares the men had in his peripherals, as they enjoyed their liquor.

When I finished my stage, the place erupted in cheers, whistles and applause making me feel overwhelmed with the attention. I smiled and waved my hand at them, thanking them for enjoying the show. I bounded to Mimzy and her company, where she counted her money.

“That was fantastic, darlin’! Look how much money you raked in!” Mimzy cheered.

“Given how clear and beautiful her voice was, I'd say it's quite deserved!” the gentleman with a glasses complimented. I blushed and replied with a small thank you which he smiled at.

“Miledy, this is my friend Alastor, he works as a radio host right here in New Orleans.”

“Miledy, Miledy Calliope. I just arrived in town today actually,” introducing myself to him and shaking his hand, his grin subtly growing deeper.

“Well, I have to go check the schedules and see when I can squeeze you on stage again. Toodles!” Mimzy smiled with an obsessive glint in her eyes.

Alaster faces me once again, “Can I offer you a drink?”

My smile froze a bit, thinking about it. He analyzes me a bit before adding with a laugh in his tone, “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to harm you! I’m a frequent patron here and a very well-known voice and face here, you know? I neither don’t want to put my reputation to be at risk nor do I want you to have a bad time around here. Just think of it as a welcome gift as friends.”

I thought over what he said and smiled as he went on. I conceded to him, “Alright, why not? Sorry about being so skeptical.”

“No worries at all! It’s great that you’re on your guard. Not a lot of people are like me,” he teased bringing us to the bar.

“What? Tall and charming?” I retorted getting more comfortable around him.

He chuckled charmingly making me blush again, he then joked “Well, I was going for a kind respectable gentleman. I guess that can work too.”

I laughed at his not-so-subtle attempt to improve his self-image while his smile seemed a bit more genuine as he finally heard this woman laugh. He seemed to be enthralled with the image of me laughing and giggling at his remarks that he fished for more reactions out of me while we enjoyed a bunch of drinks.

The night grew colder, we started to gather ourselves and got out of the establishment.

“You sure can hold your liquor, darlin’,” Alastor remarked, he himself flushed red.

“I can say the same to you for a lanky figure like yours, sir,” I teased, “This was fun. Thanks for tonight, Alastor.”

His gaze softened and reached out pat my head which I indulged, finding his touch comforting. Oh, dear was I drunk.

“No problem. It was a fantastic night for me too. Do you have any plans anytime soon?” he asked keeping his hand on the top of my head.

“Mmm. I think I have to buy a few things for my apartment, why do you ask?” I answered, somewhat hopeful raising my eyes at him doe-ishly.

He breathed out a chuckle from my actions and replied, “Allow me to accompany you then. I’ll show you a fantastic store, one where your money’s worth spending to. I’ll free some time in a few days to show you around.”

“I’d like that. Thank you,” I smiled.

“Great! Now come, I’ll escort you back home. These streets are crawling with criminals at these hours,” he explained offering his arm out to me which I latched onto, growing creeped out as we strolled down to my place.

When we were half-way there, I heard a blood curdling scream as clear as day. It seemed so close to me, as if they were screaming in my ears, causing me to freeze and hold onto Alastor tighter. His perked up in alert as he circled his arm around me protectively, unbeknownst to me of the sadistic smile he had in the sick pleasure of the sound of suffering.

Reminding himself of the damsel in his arms, he rubbed had over my back and led me faster. “Don’t worry, doll. It’s nothing, just some pesky crows,” he lied.

I didn’t question further and walked briskly right next to him, blocking my ears as the screams slowly quieted down leaving it to my imagination.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #alastor x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin nifty #hazbin vaggie #alastor x oc #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor

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dinoace2 · 5 months

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I had a cute little story idea so you all must deal with my sappy ass

This one's just some sweet short astarion comfort fluff bc I need more of that in my life

(AFaB Tav, referred to as She/Her, mention of periods. 575 words)

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They were more or less together at this point, mutual pining and spending all their time with one another, though neither said it aloud. Tav let him feed on her neck whenever he needed, though he would only do so if she offered first. This was rarely an issue, however, since she had a tendency to make this offer on a daily basis.

Lately, though, she hadn't. For the last several days, whenever the party retreated to their camp for some much-needed rest, Tav would immediately go straight to her tent and lay down.

Astarion paced outside of her tent, wondering whether or not to ask about it. Was she upset with him? Did he do something wrong? Was she finally fed up with him? No, no, that couldn't be it. Right?

After fighting with himself for a while, he slowly poked his head in, seeing Tav curled up around a pillow, her back to him. "Hello, darling...I just wanted to check in on you. Is everything alright?"

She paused, a low grumble in her throat. "...yeah. just been...I dunno...a bit extra tired. I'm okay."

That didn't sound okay. Tav was usually so strong, so energetic...this definitely wasn't normal.

He cleared his throat. "...does this, perhaps...have anything to do with my, ah...lack of feeding these last few days?" He paused, then shook his head quickly. "I-i would like to be clear, I'm not asking for it at the moment! I was simply...inquiring. Trying to gain an understanding, that's all." He chuckled. "Youre the one who always insists upon honesty and 'no more secrets', after all."

Tav paused then let out a long sigh, sitting up and giving the poor, strangled pillow a break. "...Sorry. I....its really rather silly...perhaps almost selfish..." she turned around, looking up at him from where she sat. "As much as I'd love to share right now, I've been losing enough blood as it is...im not sure it'd end well if I were to give up more."

Losing blood? His face paled, somehow more than usual. Was she injured? She didn't look hurt. He ransacked his memory to try and figure out when or where she could have taken such a hit, all the while looking her up and down for any physical signs of pain.

"I...oh dear...uh...if I may ask, what happened, darling? When did you get hurt? Did you fall? Did someone stab you? Who do I need to hunt down?"

Tav was quiet for a moment then let out a soft chuckle. "Im fine, Astarion...really, it's okay."

She...wasn't hurt? Then why was she...

...Oh.

Oh.

His cheeks flushed as bright as his eyes and he was quick to her side, pulling her into his arms. "Darling, why didn't you say so? I absolutely would have understood. You didn't have to hide that from me." He chuckled. "If anyone here knew a thing or two about blood, it would be me, don't you think?"

His comment drew a giggle from the tired warrior in his arms, and she snuggled up. "Thank you, Astarion."

The following days, the rest of the party noticed that Astarion was especially doting on Tav, (or at least more than usual,) being extra snuggly and, in some particular occasions, downright spoiling her. Despite her insistence that it wasn't a big deal, and he really didn't have to go so far, he was incredibly stubborn to ensure that his darling was as comfortable and happy as possible.

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Idk how to end it so

Thanks for reading! :]

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 fic #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #tav #cute fluff #astarion fluff

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malleusthehammer · 8 months

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Breaking the News to Sasaki

LISTEN. LISTEN. i can’t find a good gif for this. but @ghostygloom is the idea man for this and i am in LOVE with this

Warnings: None. Pure baby fluff!

Who: Kojiro Sasaki (RoR/SNV)

Type: Headcanons, and a bit of a drabble!

This man has been HEAD OVER HEELS for you since you both met.

He tries his damn best to be the best boyfriend across the seven seas.

He saw you while he was traveling, and just never left!

Of course you didn’t mind it- i mean cmon.

You lived alone and did all the work yourself. You didn’t mind, it was just life for you.

He was always there to help carry firewood, help pick veggies, and even try to darn clothes

let’s just say- he sucks at that.

He absolutely loves it when you watch him train. It makes him feel special

OKAY OKAY ENOUGH DOMESTIC HCS HEHWHA

After you two had been together for a while, you had been getting quite sick in the early hours of the morning.

Since Sasaki is such a deep sleeper- he doesn’t even realize what’s going on.

give this man a break he has NO EXPERIENCE WHAT SO EVER

after a couple weeks it finally clicks in your head

holy shit your pregnant?!

At this point you’ve been having more fatigue lately and the work around the house is piling up

Sasaki is SO worried about you

he’s always by your side, bringing you food which he tries to cook but fails

He’s asking questions left and right “Are you okay? Should i call a doctor? are you gonna die??”

and of course, you have to calm the poor man down.

you just say you’ve probably caught a nasty stomach bug

One day, he comes back in from training and sees you pacing in the livingroom

The door let out a whine as it closed, a sigh following it. Sasaki wiped his forehead with a cloth, setting his katana down. He had been outside for a long while, leaving you to doing some thinking.

“Tsuma? Where are ya? I’ve missed you-!”

His smile widened as he stepped through the doorway, seeing you hold your stomach with your face red. You glanced at him before immediately looking down again.

“Kojiro..”

Sasaki knew this was serious. You hadn’t called him by his nickname. Was something wrong? did he do something? could he fix it?

“Yes, my dear..? Is everythin’ alright?”

You bit your lip as you blinked away some tears and walked towards him. He quickly grabbed you, pulling you into a hug. He always smelt like sweat, with a bit of pine. But it was always a smell you could look forward to when he walked in the door.

“Kojiro.. i’m.. im pregnant.”

Silence struck the room like a loud crack of thunder. His eyes widened before they curled back up from his smile. Small chuckles erupted from his chest before turning into full blown laughter. You were stunned by it. He was.. laughing?

“Tsuma! This is- This is amazing! Oh my-! Haha!”

He held you back, looking in your eyes with a bright smile. His laughter was so contagious, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re.. you’re happy?”

“Of course i’m happy! I’m with the most beautiful woman, that’s with my kid! Oh my god! Haha! This is so amazing!”

Sasaki picked you up, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck as he spun you around. Laughter filled the room, ever nook and cranny. Soon, he sat you back down on the ground. His hands sat gently on your hips as you looked up at him, your hands resting gently on his shoulders.

“Ah.. how could i have been so blessed with such a beautiful woman?”

He chuckled again, pulling you into a kiss.

Okay. Low key. I highly enjoyed writing this LMAO GRHSAHS anywasy :3

#record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok art #ror x reader #kojiro sasaki #sasaki kojiro record of ragnarok #sasaki kojiro #sasaki kojiro x reader

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smellss · 4 months

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unbroken - Charles Leclerc x f1! reporter! reader

a/n: something i couldn’t get out of head not my usual stuff but if you like it could be more to come x

sweat, tequila and heat.

that’s all that consumed her, the tight material clinging to her body and the music pounding in her ear.

i shouldn’t be here

the monaco summer heat should be illegal in a club but the way y/n was feeling should be punishable.

his eyes were staring her down like she was prey, not even needing to look she felt him consuming her presence.

the lights blinded her but the pounding music and heels sticking to the floor secured her decision to continue her walk in.

“you made it!!” lando shouted embracing his long time friend, his white button up clung to her shirt but he was not who she was here for.

not only was it his birthday is was y/n’s last week in monaco before going home and forgetting about this life for a couple more months.

y/n l/n was a sensible girl, she knew what she was getting into when she became a f1 reporter and she knew the boundaries that were set.

don’t hook up with the business that was the only rule

a rule she had already broken once and was burned by so she stuck to it like glue. until him.

“so happy to see you lan, where’s everyone else?” y/n slurred trying to hide her drunkenness with a dazzling smile.

“at the bar getting drinks, jesus y/n did you drink a whole bottle of tequila or spill it on yourself” the maclaren driver chuckled into her ear.

she threw her head back with a laugh, her legs wobbling and waist being secured by a large hand.

“careful there y/n don’t need any broken bones on your last week!” oscar jested, there relationship ended on good terms but seeing him on nights like tonight really were bad news. especially when he was there.

“i’m fine worry wart, in fact im going to dance” y/n protested, her ponytail swishing with her drunken stumble into the arms of kika and lily.

the men laughed from there table as pierre and charles arrived with their drinks.

“it’s going to be a good night boys” pierre exclaimed slapping his hand on the drivers back, but charles mind was else where.

the way y/n twisted and turned her body into kika’s should be illegal.

her gorgeous body moving from side to side, arms moving up and down her side towards the places her wanted to grab and hold…

“putain” he coughed and readjusted himself

“you alright mate?” oscar questioned having a furrowed brow.

“oui,oui just a bit light headed i might step outside for a smoke” charles stood, his eyes meeting y/n’s before he moved out the back

now i really do feel light headed

y/n felt the air leave her chest as he made eye contact with her, her knees buckled and felt a jolt through her body

fuck it

whether it was the tequila or the confidence she was leaving something sparked her to act and do it quickly.

she moved hastily outside to find no one in the alley, gazing she quickly turned around to see him. finally.

“hi”

there faces inches apart, nose breathing so heavily y/n swore she could see the air coming out

charles leant into closer to her ear, lips echoing the shell.

“you look beautiful ma’belle.”

pounding ran through her heart and ears.

fuck what am i doing

“we can’t” her voice quivered taking in the big blue eyes a usual bright colour now stormy and grey

“we shouldn’t” charles moved closer licking his lips, practically dripping for her taste.

y/n looked down towards the ground only to feel charles body push into hers creating a mold she wanted to last forever.

“tell me to stop cherie and i will but if not i swear i can’t take it any longer” he whispered leaning into to her intoxicated by her smell.

both eyes closed and body shoved together

the moment is finally here

“Y/N!”

fuck

she was dragged away quickly the oxygen being sucked out of her by her unsuspecting friends and the tension still unbroken.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #formula 1 #formula one #imagine

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afro-hispwriter · 1 year

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Oh Baby Monk

Osferth x Dane!Reader

Summary- you've taken Osferths virginity, it made your feelings for him stronger and you thought he returned the feelings but you were wrong(or are you)

Warnings- jealous and possessive y/n, angst, mentions of sex and virginity lost, fighting

Wk-1.5k

"My lady." You stop making your arrows and look up to see Osferth.

"Osferth!" You set the arrow down and smiled up at him. "How are you?"

"Im doing fine my lady, are you?

"Oh you know, just preparing for the hunt." You say and gesture to all the weapons around you. Osferth didn't respond, he just stood there with his hands intwined. "Is there something you want to say." He sighs almost in frustration making you raise an eyebrow.

"I fear for your life, I do not wish to loose you." You instantly frowned and stood up in front of him.

"Oh baby monk you do not need to worry. You grab his hand and swipe you thumb on his knuckles. "I have been doing this hunt since I could remember and nothing goes wrong."

"You do not know that." He mumbles.

"Why all the sudden worry?" You ask. "You've never expressed this amount of concern for me before we go fight hundreds of Danes, what changed?" He hit his thigh with his un held hand and shook his head, something he did when he was nervous or frustrated. "Sit." You sat down and tugged him with you. "Now speak."

"I fancy you." He mumbled lowly, almost so low you could barley hear him.

"I did not catch that." You leaned towards him trying to catch his eyes but he refused.

"I fancy you." He repeated, this time louder. "And I know you probably prefer men like Finan and Sihtric who know how to fight and im-." He was cut off by you grabbed his chin roughly and pulling his towards you so that you could slam your lips on his. He let out a yelp and a slight gasp, trying to gain insight on what was happening. You pulled away and smiled at him, his face bright red.

"I fancy you to." Osferth was shocked. You liked him back?

"You do?" You nodded. "Oh." He let out a sigh of relief and squeezed your hands. "W-What do we do now?" You cocked your head to the side and bit your lower lip while looking at him.

"I can think of some things." You places your hands on his thigh and let your fingers tap on his thigh. It was no secret to what you were suggesting.

"Y/n, I have never indulged in such actions."

"I know." You stood up and placed your hands on Osferths shoulders before sitting down softly on his lap. He immediately planted his hands by his side and couldn't help but stare at you. "I taught you how to fight and defend yourself, will you let me teach you the ways of pleasure?"

Osferth's tongue pushed through his lips, wetting them.

"Please my Lady."

You remembered that night vividly. The monk caught on quickly, so quickly he ended up completely making you pass out. When you had woke up for the hunt, you feared your legs would not work.

The long two week hunt had gone successfully, no injuries or casualties from anyone besides the animals. You rushed the return of the hunting group, desperate to get back to your baby monk. You both agreed that morning before you left that when you returned, you would discuss your relationship further.

"Uhtred, Finan!" You approached the men and they turned and smiled.

"Was wondering when you were to return." Uhtred says and you clapped hands together.

"How did it go?" Asks Finan.

"We got many animals for the cold, so we should not have to worry for a few weeks at least."

"Good." You clasped your hands behind your back, rocked on your heels, and pressed your lips together.

"Do any of you know where Osferth is?" You ask and they look at each other.

"Oh you left our monk in a daze, as if he was on a cloud, until-." He was cut off by Osferth running ip to the three of you holding a torch. You instantly smiled and go to speak but he doesn't look at you, he seemed a little distraught.

"My lord, I uh need a bit of help." He looked back and thats when you all saw and heard two women fighting snd yelling at each other. Finan laughed and you raised an eyebrow.

"Again?" Uhtred sighed

"Again?" You repeated and looked at all of them for an answer. They didn't respond just ran to the women, Uhtred and Sithric separated them. You walked towards them cautiously, mostly looking at Osferth.

"Why do they fight over you?"

"Yes Osferth why do they fight over you?" You ask him. He couldn't look you in the eyes, he looked at your body, not in that way. You were tense with fists clenched. He knew you weren't stupid, anybody could guess what happened.

"I've got no idea." He says and runs away making you scoff.

"One of you tell me why the women were fighting." You were now demanding and they knew to just tell you.

"Well it seems after you left, Osferth got quite popular with the women." You bit your cheek and they watched your shoulders drop slightly.

"Oh, thank you." You didn't say more just turned on your heel and walked away. "I am going to kill you." You mumbled under your breath.

You found Osferth drinking ale in the ale house. He didn't hear you stomp over to him but it was to late. You grabbed his mug and and splashed all the contents over him.

"So we confessed to each other, I take your virginity, and you learn how to pleasure a women and what I get in return is you going off with other women?" Osferth wiped his face from the ale and scrambled to his feet.

"It is not what you think my lady."

"You couldn't even look at me." There was a sudden break in your voice, surprising you both.

"I never did anything with them that you think, I just walked them home a few nights and they just got obsessed."

"I don't think you just walking them home got them this obsessed." You crossed your arms.

"They kissed-." You rolled your eyes and go to walk away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "No listen they kissed me, I didn't."

"Let me guess they pulled you in and somehow your clothes ended up on their floors?"

"No Y/n that never happened, I was waiting for you, I still am." He grabbed your arms and thats when the water works started.

"You hurt me, Osferth." His heart shattered.

"It was not my intention but Y/n, please let me make it up to you." He grabbed your face and swiped your tears with his thumb.

"Ok-." You were cut off by someone grabbed your hair and tugged you back harshly. You let out a yelp when you then felt a stinging slap to your cheek.

"You bitch get away from him he's mine!" You turned to see the culprit and was met with a woman. Completely different from the ones from earlier. You whipped around and glared at Osferth. You grabbed the axe that was strapped to your belt and slammed it on the table. The woman realized who she just hit and instantly backed down

"Oh Y/n my apol-." You cut her off by grabbed her neck and squeezing. She grabbed your arm and tried to claw but you shoved her outside and to the muddy ground.

"Y/n please don't." Osferth grabbed your shoulder but you shook it off. You walked over to the woman who was trying to wipe of the mud and shoved her down with your boot. She held her hands out in defense.

"Please Lady Y/n it was a mistake." She says and you stand over her and crouch down.

"If you or any if your whorish friends even look at Osferth,I will personally slice your tits off. He. is Mine."

Uhtred and Finan ran up and stood by Osferth who bit his thumb in worry.

"Osferth, you truly need to keep your women in check."

"I don't have women." He snapped. "Just one."

"Yes I understand." She nodded furiously. You smiled at and walked away, but made sure to kick mud on top of her making her squeal. You walked up to Osferth who straightened up. You grabbed his collar and pulled him roughly down to your height, slamming your lips on his. His eyes widened but he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. The men beside you chuckled and you beard their footsteps retreating. You grabbed Osferths hair and yanked them back.

"The next woman I must fight for you, it will not end well for her or you in a way." He whimpered slightly. "Now let us see what you remember from our time together."

A/n- Grammarly wasn’t working so sorry for typos

#osferth x dane!reader #osferth x reader #osferth #tlk osferth #osferth x y/n #osferth x black!reader #osferth x fem!reader #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell x reader

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Me again!

Jaime and Jason have very similar helmet designs, so like...

It wasn't easy, but they had managed to subdue Cheetah and Captain Boomerang, which was a team that no one had on their bingo cards for rogue team ups that month. The villains were tied up with Wongergirl's lasso, Cheetah fuming and attempting to hiss around the duct tape over her mouth while Boomerang was passed out cold.

On the other side of the villains, Jason could see the rest of the young heroes who had been called in to help standing in a small circle, laughing about something or other, checking back in on the rogues to make sure they hadn't escaped. His eyes narrowed at tge casual arm Superboy had thrown around Tim's shoulders and the way Tim leaned into his side and made a mental note to corner the half-kryptonian and ask about his intentions.

"Intense, huh? I didn't think you worked well with others, mi amor." He was ripped from his musings by his boyfriend, who had finished some of the clean up and wandered back to his side, eyes bright and teasing.

"We were in the area when you got the call, love. And they're not so bad, really."

Jaime shrugged, self satisfied. "Sure. If you say so. Khaji Da thinks you're an imbecilic oaf who lies to himself to avoid healing with his problems by the way."

Jason reached out and snagged his boyfriend by the waist and pulled him closer, until the armor on their chests touched. "And you?"

He mused for a second, puraing his lips in thought. "I think you're just doing what heroes do. Saving lives and refusing to go to therapy."

"I go to therapy!" He replied ingignantly, to the sound of giggles from his paramour. "You were in excellent form out there, babygirl."

He did not miss the way Jaime shivered at his wods and lowered tone and the ways his gaze became warmer. "So were you."

They leaned in together, Jaime craning up and Jason leaning down, to have their lips meet in a kiss that would no doubt promise a good post-mission date night when...

Bonk!

The two pulled back as their helmets collided, Jason flushed red and Jaime almost definitely blushing beneath his helmet, his flush deepening with the laughter from the rest of the young heroes at their mistake.

"...maybe we should wait until we've changed out of out uniforms..."

"Yeah. Yeah that sounds good to me." Jason dropped his hands from Jaime's hips and stepped back, instead taking his hand. "The rest of you can handle this! Au revoir!"

The two of them grappled abd flew to tge nearest Zeta Tube to get back to Gotham and then back to Jason's apartment to continue the date they were on when they were interrupted.

HELP. GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER THIS.

Tim and Kon. MI AMOR. BABY GIRL???? KHAJI DA ROASTING JASON. IM- JSJSJS

Okay. It's just a bit worse when the batfamilys around. Jason doesn't plan for it. He doesn't. But it's in his nature to compete. He had to prove his worth since Bruce took him in, why stop now?

No, he's not trying to impress Jaime.

Shut up, Dick.

"Little Wing, you literally didn't have to take on those thugs alone."

" He does it cause Jaime's turned on when he gets aggressive."

" I did not!" He yells, throwing a betrayed glance in Duke's way. What happened to loyalty between poets?! " ...Why? Did he say something?"

"Oh my God, --"

I'm not immune to Jaime flying over with Jason's favorite post patrol breakfast, helmet retracting back to reveal a bloody grin and black eye. But his eyes practically sparkle when he sees Jason. " Jay!"

At the very least his siblings feel enough disgusted shame to look away when Jaime locks his legs around Jason's waist, peppering kisses all over his helmet. " Ay, papi, your ribs aren't looking good."

" Tell Khaj to stay out of my business. It's not OUR Injury."

He still hugs Jaime's waist, gentle and careful, even thought he knows his boy's tough and has the scars to prove it. "How about you? You're good, baby boy?"

" I'm always good,"

" We'll see about that..."

Bruce, fighting for his motherfucking life over coms:

#THISSSSS #bestie we should talk hmu #dc #dcu #jason todd #jaime reyes #jason x jaime #jayme #redbeetle #reyhood #jayreyes #dick grayson #bruce wayne #text

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agi-ppangx · 6 months

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first off, pls do your hw super important thing!! (says like I didn’t stop studying philosophy to send this bc it’s gonna blow my mind) second:

imagine hanging out at night with chan on a day off (both of you have been getting your asses kicked by life) and you’re just laying in his bed, enjoying the feeling of his hair in your hand and his hand in your side under your shirt. a movie is in the background but none of you really care bc the only important thing are the whispers being shared as if trying not to disrupt the peaceful ambiance that the room has adopted. when the movie has ended you’re both sleeping with your heads touching and hands intertwined. the boys definitely make fun of you the next day and call you out for being “in a honey moon fase” since you got together, but all chan does is give you a kiss on your forehead and go make breakfast for his lover and the seven annoying boys who interrupted your early morning<3

(sorry if there’s mistakes as I said philosophy isn’t good for my brain grrr)

dont worry, im doing it rn !!🫡 also good luck with philosophy !!<3

but also yes omg your brain🫠🫠🫠 i like to think you two wouldn't even be talking about anything important, too worn out to have those really deep conversations, so instead you're talking about sharks and clouds and food and so many different, unimportant stuff, simply relishing in each others company.

“did you know sharks don’t have bones?” you whispered to chan, playing with his hair and running your fingers through it to untagle it after a long day. “really? well, good for them. at least they don’t have any back pain,” he chuckled tiredly, closing his eyes in content, feeling ever so relaxed under your touch.

and you would feel so honoured when you noticed that chan fell asleep on your shoulder, bc let's be honest, this man is chronically exhausted, so when he let his guard down and felt so comfortable around you that he fell asleep ?? instant butterflies in the stomach. you would gently place your head on top of his and you two would sleep like that until one of the boys didn’t wake you up in the morning.

“hey, channie hyung, do you know where...” hyunjin burst into the bedroom, waking you both up. you grunted a bit, sleepily rubbing your eyes. “you know what? nevermind,” hyunjin exclaimed, shutting the door and leaving you completely confused. you two could hear his voice when he started talking to the rest of the boys. “gosh, they act as if they’ve just married.” you noticed chan’s face and the tips of his ears were bright red. “what do i do with them...” he mumbled and you giggled, ruffling his hair. chan placed a gentle kiss on your lips and placed his forehead on yours. “you hungry? i bet the boys haven’t eaten yet,” he whispered and took your hand into his, leading you to the kitchen with a smile on his face.

alright, now im delulu ><

#bang chan soft thoughts #bang chan soft hours #- 🍄𖥻 [ answers ]

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garciaasfluffypen · 1 year

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bright beginnings pt 7.

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: none

part six • part eight

a/n: IM SORRY IM SORRY I DIDNT NOTICE THIS WENT INTO THE BOTTOM OF MY QUEUE BECAUSE MY DUMBASS DIDNT SCHEDULE THE POST anyway enjoy a joe pov as a lil treat

being holed up in an office all day was not something joseph anthony francis quinn had figured would be in his books. but he found himself taking over the daycare he had devoted his life to, making it his lifes mission to revamp it from the inside out and make it better.

from his short time as owner, there were a gazzilion things he would like to change, including some staffing issues that were bothering him. out of the ten girls that worked there, y/n, destiny and claire were the three girls who were full time, meaning that they got the bulk of the hours. that had to change. there were two girls who dropped, saying they didn't have time to work much due to university, which left eight girls left to work. meaning if he split all the bulk of the hours with the three full timers… that left the part time girls jack shit. he felt horrible only giving some of the girls only ten hours a week, but there was only so much he could do without making more of them full time. he had been stuck in the office for about three hours now trying different versions of the schedule to figure out what would make the girls happy. bringing the full timers down from 45 to 32 opened up a chunk of hours he could divvy out between the other girls based on their availability, which could make it a bit easier. four of the eight girls had tight schedules due to uni, meaning he could potentially get a few more girls who were requesting more hours the hours they wanted.

but that was a headache for another day.

shutting his laptop, joe decided to step out into the playroom, where y/n was in charge of today. it was his idea to start having the girls rotate through the rooms, so that way all the kids could get acclimated to each staff member in case there needed to be any sort of coverage. so far, it seemed to be working well, especially because the twins started to open up to a few of the other girls rather than just sticking to y/n’s side all day. granted, days in the playroom were the harder days, because all riley and thomas wanted to do was play with her. it’s what started joe talking to them every day before coming in to remind them that yes, you can play with y/n but you need to let the other boys and girls play with her too. it went well for approximately five minutes before he realized they were wholeheartedly attached to her, and by god if he didn’t do something about it the twins would hate him forever.

he had to admit, she was cute. if it wasn’t for him being caught up in a messy divorce, he totally would have already asked you out on a date. but he had to hold himself off, knowing that julia would one hundred percent use that against him because that’s the kind of person she was. he didn’t know why they had even gotten together in the first place, not counting the fact that she wanted to appease her mother. set-up relationships never ended up working well, he found, and most of them reminded him of HR relationships- the ones you could always tell were fake. the ones that made people think love was real, only to shatter them to pieces when it came out that surprise, your faves weren’t actually together.

love was most definitely not that. and not what he had with julia.

before he could go down that wormhole again, his phone buzzed.

[ grace!! - 3:30pm ] joeee what are you doing tonight???? i miss youuuuuu

grace was one of his best friends from school. he and wesley had taken her under their wing the second she stepped into LAMDA, and the three of them had become inseparable. she had moved to london from america to pursue acting, considering it was one of the best acting schools in the world. joe definitely missed being on stage, but he had made the promise to himself that he would make more of an effort to provide for his kids, since acting could wait until they were a bit older.

[ 3:31pm ] do you miss me, or miss the kids? lol [ grace!! - 3:32pm ] obviously you, you’re my bestie! [ grace!! - 3:32pm ] but seriously what are you doing, rehearsal was canceled tonight [ 3:33pm ] not much, probably watching frozen with the kids and trying to avoid watching steve and maggie. you wanna pop over for tea? xx [ grace!! - 3:33pm ] is that even a question??? i’ll be there at five :)

looking over at the clock, joe figured he could pop out to the floor for about an hour before taking the twins home. saturdays were pretty light if he were being honest, so it probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal if he left a few hours earlier. most of the kids were gone by six anyway, so him leaving an hour early shouldn’t be horrid.

and then he could talk about his crush on y/n.

grace was there through the whole julia ordeal, meaning she knew all the ups and downs and the ahem “marriage” that julia’s mother basically shoved down joe’s throat, placing the ring in his hand and telling him to “get a goddamn move on”. yes, the loves of his life came out of it, but he hated julia and her dramatics and the need to make the divorce so much more than it needed to be. it was driving him up the walls, including the stupid custody agreement they were working on. he was doing his best to keep a level head, but it was getting to the point where he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. but grace was the level headedness he needed, always helping him figure everything out with wording and when to meet with lawyers and everything. she was definitely a light in his life, and he loved her to bits.

but his real loving nature was saved for y/n.

not that she’d ever get with him. he could always pretend that she was indeed flirting back with him. because while he really liked her, he was her boss. there were so many issues with that. but he also owned the daycare. and they didn’t have an HR person because it was a mom and pop shop. hell, he literally runs the facebook page. he could do whatever he wanted, right? … right?

“daddy!”

joe held his arms out as riley and thomas ran up to him, almost tackling him to the ground with their combined force.

“my angels! how has your day been?”

riley looked up at joe with her adorable little doe eyes. “daddy come play?”

“i gotta go talk to some of the lovely ladies a bit, but then we’re gonna go see grace!”

“grace comin?”

“yes, grace is coming for tea.”

out of the corner of his eye, joe noticed y/n turn away and start picking up in the playroom, trying to busy herself and not pay attention to the conversation. of course he would go and mention grace in front of her, after flirting with her so openly. just his fucking luck.

“grace bring wes?” thomas’ face lit up in excitement at the idea of two of his favorite people coming over.

“wes is at work, bub. he’ll come tomorrow, okay?”

“otay.”

“let me go say hi to the girls before we pop out, okay? go play with the toys.”

as joe rose from his crouching position, he noticed that y/n was stuck in the storage closet. stupidly, he decided to go around to all the other classrooms before coming back to the playroom to check on her before they popped out. the other girls were doing okay, which was good to hear. everything seemed to be going good since the rotation started, and it was showing. he stepped back into the playroom to gather riley and thomas, noticing that destiny was in, y/n being nowhere in sight. upsetting as that was for him, he did promise the kids that he would get them home to see grace. and besides, he really needed to talk to someone about his crush on y/n.

the ride home wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, and the twins were relatively quiet but bubbling with excitement as they got closer and closer to the flat. soon as they saw grace’s car in the driveway, they started giggling and screaming, and joe couldn’t help but chuckle. grace held out her arms as the kids ran into them, picking them both up with ease and swinging around in a circle. she smiled at joe as he grabbed the bags from the passenger seat and took them inside, setting stuff down in the front room and taking them all into the kitchen to get the tea ready.

“so, who is she?”

“what?”

“you only wear your nice shirt anywhere when there’s someone you want to impress.” grace raised an eyebrow. “so who are you trying to impress, joe?”

joe sighed. “we’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

“oh, i bet.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf #bright beginnings universe #an i (queue) of 187

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i know Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel is considered cringe, and i definitely do think it stumbles a LOT— but im also on the opposite side of the tonal specteum with Still Am Reluctantly A Miraculous Ladybug Fan so i know i what i am about, alas. i just love the emotional bits and the scattered lore here and there way more than the comedy or gore myself. speakinG OF EMOTIONAL BITS THO...

did.. did they have to make me kin* Fizz? like. assholes, that'd be my disabled ass 100%, trying to be independent for my own self-esteem even though i just want to be taken care of/protected and not seen as a burden or be infantalized; "I'm sorry I got... a little bit messy."/"You don't need to apologize for getting banged up, babe!"; being encountered by my trigger and sometimes being able to hold it together and sometimes huddling into a ball to sob; the wardrobe being bright and fun and happy, hell, the lovecore clown/jester aesthetic, or, fuck, even the pajama shirts with a collar so open that my shoulder pops out/almost pops out; the problem isn't my disability but the challenges and pain and betrayal that came from it; "Don't worry, today I learned I hate going outside!"; the easy tears and hating asking for help even though you need it; "FUCK OFF, CAN'T YOU SEE WE ARE HAVING AN EMOTIONAL MOMENT"; the doubt about if someone really cares about you, even your partner, until theyre right in front of you; the emotional support pets (dont tell me the dog in a wheelchair is anything else, i will rebuke thee); the trying to play off being okay and glitching out/looking so bad it is obviously a lie— like, wHAT THE FUCK, JUST @ ME NEXT TIME, the only thing i couldnt relate to at all was the sex (hello, im yet another asexual who doesnt want to commit any sexual acts at all, hello, i know, so lovely to meet me) and the fact thAT I DON'T HAVE A KAIJU ROOSTER BOYFRIEND WHICH, UNLIKE THE SEX PART, I WOULD LIKE, HELLO, GIMME GIMME GIMME PLEASE AND THANKIES

* : kin as in the Tiktok "omg theyre so me" way, not the Tumblr "i was this character in another life" way

#me #shwarmi #btw the ''i hate going outside'' bit for me is 100% bc outside makes me physically sick bc of my disability #and so fizz going outside and getting his prosthetics fucked with and then joking ''i hate going outside'' really resonated with me #(just wanted to be clear it was not a ''i prefer 2D people'' Bro You Need To Touch Grass thing. like. nah. i literally vomit bc of the heat #character: is giggly happy and yet also a traumatized crybaby #my dumbass: omg thats just like me for real #character: is also disabled #my dumbass: whO PUT CAMERAS IN MY FUCKING HOUSE)#helluva boss #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss fizz #also if hes being implied to have a gap between his two fromt teeth like i think he is; again i reiterate: juST FUCKING @ ME #edit: i saw a different post say theyre glad Fizz was not infantalized BY THE CREATORS and i AGREE. i just also think they made it clear #Fizz is scared of being infantalized (bc then that means hes a dependent; a ''purse dog'' who gets ''everything handed to him'' and whatnot #he is not infantalized buT HE IS SCARED HE WILL BE/HE DOESNT WANT TO BE INFANTALIZED BY OTHERS and i dig that shit its very relatable

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Broken People Part VI (James Wilson fanfic)

Author’s notes: oh my god, finally it ends.. Im so happy with my craft. Yes it’s not my best honestly. I’ve written much more better fics than this but honestly, but it’s the start of something new. I really hoped you guys like it. Cause i kinda like it in my own way 🥹

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

Lynette was fast asleep after her surgery. It’s been several hours since she got out of it. Laying flat on the bed with bandages covering her eyes and head. James has been awake since he got the news. He has been beside Lynette the whole time. He was still thinking, finding an excuse or even a solution. Inside he was panicking, he doesn’t know Lynette well enough if she was able to take the news well. She’s currently recovering from being a drug addict and he knew he too wasn’t well enough to raise a child of his own. The cell hasn’t formed into an embryo just yet but again it wasn’t his body to make this decision. He’s merely a person she just met and slept with.

Foreman came by to check on her on her fluids and to see if it needs changing but in the midst of that, he eyed James. James was still in his own train of thoughts.

“Should I say congratulations or is it too early?” Foreman breaking the silence, smiling at James but James wasn’t saying anything and just sighed. Foreman now understood what that sigh meant.

“It’ll be fine, Wilson. Talk it over and don’t make a rash decision.” Foreman advised before stepping out of the room. James kept sighing and thinking. He stood up and walk over to Lynette and stroking her head. He grabbed ahold of her hand.

Then suddenly she gripped his hand almost making him jumped off his feet. He then went outside to fetch Foreman again. While he did, they went back into the room. “You’re awake, Lynette?” Foreman asked while trying to get the bandage off her eyes. “Yeah..feeling a bit groggy though.” She responded.

“It’s gonna be a bit bright for you.” Foreman advised while slowly taking off the bandages. Lynette squinted her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the light in her eyes. Foreman then used his penlight and flashed it on Lynette’s eyes to see if they’re reactive or not.

“Eyes are okay..can you squeeze my hands?” He asked while holding out his hand, which Lynette did.

“Now, move your toes.” He demanded. Which Lynette passed as well.

“Right everything is okay so far, your surgery is a success. We managed to clear all the tumour from your brain. We will keep you here for more observation. Other than that you’re alright.” Foreman smiled.

Lynette smiled tiringly. “Thank you Foreman, I appreciate it.” She managed, Foreman nodded at James and her and stepped out.

Leaving the two alone.

“I had no idea how scary it was to be on that table like my life depended on it.” Lynette managed while squeezing James’s hand.

“You made it through it and thats’s all that matters.” James responded, looking at her adoringly.

Lynette scoot over to the side wanting James to lie down next to her, which James obeyed gladly. They’re all snuggled together comfortably. In the midst of this happy times, James was struck by melancholy as his memories with Amber surging back.

“I had a similar situation like this years back..” he began, feeling the courage to tell his story, looking at Lynette’s observant eyes.

“My girlfriend, her name was Amber. We met when she was still working here under House. After that, we dated in secret until House found out about us then everybody knows.” He chuckles. Lynette kept quiet and listen very attentively.

“House got drunk one night and he called requesting for me for me for a ride home but I was busy..so Amber went and fetched him from the bar he was in. They got on a bus..” he started to choke on his words, eyes getting watery.

“The bus got into an accident and I lost her, she suffered a lot of damage and her kidneys were failing. She was sick at the time and had eaten some flu pills that couldn’t be flushed out. It was too late to do anything else.” He started crying now, sobbing. Lynette still listen attentively, wiping the tears off his face. She puts her arm around James and let him melt into her.

The sound in the room suddenly deafened but only James’s cry was the only thing filling the room.

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It was a week since Lynette was discharged from the hospital, she had been resting at home. James just got back from work and had an idea for a movie night. He went straight to the kitchen to make popcorn and some snacks. Lynette went through her CD basket, trying to find a movie that she hasn’t watched yet. She went through dozens other movies before finding the right one. She smiles looking at the actors of the movie as she plucked the cd out and play it on the DVD player.

Lynette tries to be comfortable even though she’s actually not. She felt different this morning when she woke up. She threw up once when James was at work and she tried to play it off like nothing.

“Why this movie again?” James asked, bringing over the popcorn and plopped down on the couch next to her.

“It’s Shakespearean and it’s got Emma Thompson.” Lynette lied. James eyed the CD case of Much Ado About Nothing movie and he saw the reason why Lynette wanted to watch it.

“Oh bullshit, you wanted to watch it cause of Keanu Reeves.” James said while tossing the cd case back on the table, feeling the jealousy . Lynette smiled and chuckled.

“Oh come on, he’s cute.” She managed and give him a kiss on the cheeks.

“I’m all yours, James. Nobody’s coming to sweep me off my feet.” She reassured him. James has a smug on his face when she said that. He felt proud that he can show her off to people because even he himself can’t believe he pulled an actual beauty.

They were ten minutes into the movie. Lynette has chug down a bunch of popcorns before suddenly, she felt like throwing up. She quickly got up and went to the toilet and vomited everything out. James hurried behind her whole holding her hair up.

“Oh my God.” She got up and close the lid of the toilet and flushed it. She quickly washes her mouth and face.

“I threw up this morning too..Do you think it’s back? Did the tumour regrow? I thought it was benign?!” She questioned looking at Wilson, feeling the anxiety creeping up.

“I don’t feel any migraine!” She panicked.

James hugged her. “No, no, you’re fine!”

James then pulled her back to the couch so she can sit down.

“Listen..there’s something I didn’t tell you.. I didn’t wanna tell you then because I wasn’t sure if you’re in good health at the time.” He began. Lynette was starting to get impatient because she was scared and she doesn’t like surprises but she still waited.

“You’re pregnant and you’re just getting the morning sickness and the nausea.” James said. Lynette eyed him for a couple of minutes. The silence prolonged into an awkward stance that James wasn’t too sure if Lynette was breathing. Lynette was still processing in her mind. She was thinking off the word ‘pregnant’ a bunch of times in her train of thoughts.

“Baby?” James questioned, stroking her arm. “You okay..?” He questioned again. “If you’re freaking out, don’t be. This baby is gonna be a beautiful baby, it’s ours and we’re gonna stick through this. For better or for worse.” James reassured her. To make matters worse, James went by his drawers and take out something from it. He went back to Lynette and get on his one knee and said the words.

“Lynette Halden, will you marry me?” He proposed while popping out a gorgeous small diamond ring that shines, reflecting from the living room lights.

Lynette just plopped down back onto the couch. Ignoring James and made it much more awkward. James was flustered from her lack of response.

“I’m pregnant, you dumbass.” Lynette began. She felt like she was backed into a corner.

“It genuinely felt like you’re baby trapping me and you want to make me your wife so I can’t escape you anymore.” She started to cry, because she’s taking so much big information after her recovery and she was slightly paranoid.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way.. I just thought that we should be stable with our official status to bring the baby into the world..” James explained feeling more flustered. Lynette was already crying, but she quickly leaned forward and put her arms around James, giving him the most tight hug he gets. “Yes, I will marry you!” She cried out and those words has taken a huge weight of James’s shoulders.

“Oh God you scared me a little, my heart was still racing. I’m sorry for the really lame proposal. I planned for a really good proposal, I just couldn’t find the right time to do it. I was scared to even talk—“

Lynette cut James’s yapping off with a kiss. Pulling him closer to her. James reciprocated it gladly with him holding down her waist. While her tongue graciously exploring every inch of James’s mouth, she managed to pull away for a second even though she doesn’t want to.

“That’s okay. You’re my loser.” She finished.

James smiled like an idiot, almost let out a chuckle before putting his lips on Lynette’s lips again. James had some sort of epiphany during the kiss. He kept thinking that he was a broken person but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he can’t be happy. When James pulled away, he stroke Lynette’s hair.

“I don’t feel broken anymore.” James celebrated. His response made Lynette chortled. She also felt that she wasn’t a damaged goods anymore that even with what she was, James would still be there to support her no matter what and she knew she will do the same.

“No, we don’t.” Lynette replied.

#house md #james wilson #fanfiction #gregory house

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hazbean-hotel-imagines · 4 months

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Okay okay, its been a while since I requested a matchup so sorry if i forget something! I dont mind both helluva and hazbin, i like both <3

Online I go by Dead or just D, I am not comfortable with my irl name and am still trying to figure it out

My pronouns are they/she, I'm still trying to find the right label for what I'm into though. I like everybody to sum it up tho!

I'm an INFP-t

I really like cats (I've got six), the colors blue and black, skeletons, cards/dice (i have some cool jewelry with card symbols n stuff) drawing, reading/writing and watching cartoons.

I've got diagnosed with ADD/ADHD though I'm more tired than hyper, but if you get me talking about something im interested in I could talk your ear off

I try really hard to be consious of how other people feel so I tend to back up if I can tell someone isn't enjoying the conversation/what we're doing. I also really try hard to include others in what I'm currently blabbing about by asking them questions 'cause I know what it's like to not have a say in a convo.

In terms of my appearence, I'm afab, and I'm sadly well endowed, it causes me some back issues. But on the bright side they make good pillows for friends!!

I've got short blonde hair that i dye black and i tend to wear loose clothes that are a few sizes too big. I usually tend to wear all black non gendered clothes (I'm goth) and if i feel like getting dolled up I'll wear a dress and accessories!

I need glasses cause my long distance sight is shit 💀💀💀

In terms of humor? I like making dirty jokes or dark jokes. Like, my fave dark joke is "my grandfather told me i was too reliant on technology. So i called him a hypocrite and unplugged his life support"

But yeah!! Thanks for taking the time to read this <3

Matchup

I pair you with…

~ Hi Dead! Omg so I had these done two days ago, then I looked up what a charcuterie board was out of curiosity… bro it was completely finished, I didn’t save it as a draft, and lost my progress because I. Wanted to look. At pictures of charcuterie boards. Anyway I like charcuterie boards 🤭

~ Okay! So Blitzo was first that came to mind when I read about you. Firstly, y’all give off the extrovert adopts introvert trope. Except, it’s more like vague kidnapping than adopting. One meeting and you’re friends for life, no exceptions.

~ Blitzo’s favourite quality in a partner is someone who enjoys his sense of humour. This is a little bit because of his past in the circus. He not only loved that you understand and laugh at his jokes, but when you add on to them!

~He’s awful at communicating. The way you listen and genuinely show an effort in gaging his mood and engagement really means a lot to him, he notices. Blitzo works really well with someone who is patient and good at communication, because he’s lacking in that department, and you help him learn.

I pair you with…

~ This is another extrovert adopts introvert, but much less extreme. Asmodeus is interested in you, and he finds excuses and ways to see you again. If he notices the same interest is reciprocated, he’ll slowly integrate himself into your life and become a constant.

~ Loves listening to people talk. Will let you talk his ear off about your interests, and will never lose focus. Is completely invested from start to finish. Will literally sit there smiling with his heads in his hands kicking his feet.

~ Additionally, he digs that you’re so attentive in conversations. Asmodeus has a tendency to let himself become a listener when he’s in romantic relationships, mostly because he just genuinely enjoys listening to his partners speak and is such an invested listener. It’s a welcome change of pace that you’re constantly ensuring it’s a back and forth conversation, and how conscious you are of his feelings and attention. He reciprocates these efforts tenfold.

~ Super domestic. Will watch cartoons with you in a blanket pile on the couch for hours. Favourite thing is to make unique charcuterie boards and start a show together. This prompted me to go and look at pictures of fucking cheese last time.

~ Can be content with just admiring you while you draw.

~ Loves your sense of humour. Especially loves when he says something dirty to flirt, and you clap back with something super dark. It always catches him off guard, and it takes a lot to leave him speechless. He adores it.

I pair you with…

~ Loves your aesthetic.

~ “Omg I have a goth partner” type beat.

~ Unsure the trope of you guys meeting, but I had ideas for your relationship dynamic. Cherri uses you to recharge her social battery. After a long day, all she wants to do is come home to you and just rest. She’ll definitely text often throughout the day, but when she comes home she always beelines to the couch to make a next of pillows and blankets so you can watch cartoons together.

~ The ultimate cat sitter. Immediately once she hears you have cats she’s at your place. Is she with you for you or the cats? No one knows. It’s you. Don’t be surprised if you come home one day, and she’s just… there, with your cats.

~ If she finds cool jewelry that reminds her of you she’ll send you a selfie holding it next to her head, with a “?” text following to see if you want it. Sometimes it’ll be from cool little shops, but sometimes you can see the wreckage of a turf war in the background and you know she’s just looting people.

~ You both have the same sense of humour, it’s like you guys mesh so well. I imagine conversations between you go so well, you’re super excitable and somehow always find something to talk about. Every day is exciting.

Alternate pairing…

Charlie

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #fandom #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin cherri bomb #helluva boss #helluva boss pairing #hb asmodeus #helluva boss asmodeus #hb blitzo #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss blitzo #d #dead #dead anon

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ofsuaes · 1 year

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hello hello~ i'm rina ( she / her ) bringing in my new muse suae here to mabeob! my timezone + work hours always put me on the dash at v late hours in comparison to everyone else but i'm usually always lurking if i'm able to hehe. it's been a while since i've been in a directory and i'm still trying to get accustomed to the new dash/xkit rewritten, so please bear with me and i thank you in advance!!

you can find a messy bio, profile, and plot page linked respectively, but i'll also have a summary of suae under the cut below! (i'll try to keep the bullets short but i tend to blabber sorry ehe)

feel free to give this post a like and i'll slide into your ims as soon as i am able! i also have a discord available if it is preferred

BACKGROUND

found unconscious along the shores of mabeob by an elderly baek youngja around the assumed age of 6 years old

suae has no recollection of her life prior to her peculiar arrival

she was eventually taken in by grandma baek who lived alone

initially, she lived quietly while grandma baek attempted to find out who she was and where she could call a home to. all the while, the lost girl followed her around like a little duckling, keeping her company around town as she completed daily tasks and such

eventually, when it seemed as though there were no one out there looking for the little girl, grandma baek decided to raise her as her own, granting suae her name the moment she'd decided to do so

suae has been grateful and goes above and beyond to assist "her grandma" and loves her dearly

however, in an attempt to maintain the peaceful bliss of their life together, suae hides the fact the she is a mermaid — a secret she hadn't even discovered the truth of until her early teen years

she's still unsure as to how her abilities as a mermaid had remained hidden until then, especially her tears that became beautifully round pearls, but she attempts to learn bits and pieces of her "true self" through stories and folktales told around the island

PERSONALITY

i very much had the little mermaid in mind for inspo!!

she's very sweet and naive — a true hopeless romantic in search of her true love!! a prince in shining armor!!!

extremely headstrong and stubborn, suae will always fight for what she believes in regardless of the consequences

one of the most loyal people you will meet! she loves passionately and fiercely and will do anything for her loved ones. even if you were to betray or hurt her, she wouldn't be able to forget your connection and would still be on your side until the end

bright, bubbly, a ray of sunshine — words often used to describe her around town. however, the complete opposite could be said for those who had known her as a child, when she first arrived in mabeob

those who also grew up with her in the outskirt homes area as well as classmates from grade school had known her to be quiet, demure, and shy. she often never made eye contact or spoke to anyone else unless spoken to first

one thing that has stayed the same since her childhood is how emotional she is. though she puts up a front of strength and bravery, she's quite fragile and known to be a crybaby. however, she'll run and hide before she gives you a chance to see her burst out in tears

#mabeob:intro

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jvydub · 1 year

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hi. if you’re one of the few people who follow me and continue to be active on tumblr then congrats, you get to see me journal on here lol. but if you’re reading this, you know who you are. then this one’s for you. where do i begin?

there was a moment in time where my whole world revolved around you. some can say that’s not the brightest idea cause you lose independence, but i was completely okay with that because i was happy. we were happy. seeing you smile felt like the whole world froze and i wish time just paused right then and there forever. sadly in my life, nothing last forever. as pitiful as that sounds, it’s true. every relationship i’ve experienced seems to fall in the same order. we fall in love, i love too hard, then that love seems to be an everyday occurrence that the love i’m projecting becomes nothing. then i’m in this constant battle with myself. asking, what can i do to top what i just did? but with you, it was different. i told myself that i was going to commit to you regardless of what you do to me but as time went on, the things i did for you started to depreciate. in the beginning, i would do the most simplistic thing for you and you’d appreciate it like i gave you the world. now that wasn’t every time, but whenever you did; it made me warm inside. i am not perfect and nether are you. but that’s the point of a relationship, right? you continue to uplift each other and fight through these battles that come your way and overcome them together regardless of what people think of you. that’s what makes the relationship even stronger.

there comes a point in every relationship that things tie down and the days get boring. everyday won’t be sunshine and rainbows. i learned that if you’re able to overcome that, it only gets brighter. in our case, things slowly got worse. like i said earlier, i am not perfect. im sorry for neglecting you at times and i know that can cause a lot of emotions that slowly built up for you. i just really wish you communicate that better because things would’ve turned out differently. i am not blaming you, it takes two people to build a relationship. this was just the beginning of our downfall.

the lack of communication between us was killing you on the inside and i had no clue. leaded to you texting me one night, telling me you wanted to end things. at first i was confused, i broke down completely. i thought everything was going so well. what happened? i never left my bed for a few days. it was depressing, but on the bright side it gave me a lot of time to think. i then realized i missed all the signs you were giving me. the signs were screaming in my face, trying to tell me how the neglection you were feeling was hurting you deeply. i begged for you back. i had my knees on the floor for you, my forehead was on the ground for you. come to find out you’ve moved on. in that very moment, this heart i built for you shattered into pieces. i asked myself, why so soon? how? were you two already talking towards the end of our relationship? you said it sorta just happened. nothing happened while we were together. coincidence? maybe, but i still trusted you completely. i tried so hard to explain to you that the void you were feeling won’t be fulfilled by him. yet, it took a certain extent for you to realize. eventually, you came back around. this heart that shattered into pieces was now bandaged over. was it still cracked into pieces? yes. but at least it was back together. was i stupid for taking you back? absolutely. i didn’t want to lose what we built together, nor did i want to lose that connection i had with your family and friends because i love them dearly.

some time passed, but things were still rough. i needed some time to heal. it was rough, but i still saw some light at the end of that tunnel. it was a tad bit better and my trust for you was starting to regain. i relaxed for a second, and as i continued to heal, you stab me in the back. you lied. something in my gut just felt something off with you and i trusted it. i knew you weren’t with your friends that night like you claimed. it took some time, but eventually you told me the truth. maybe you should’ve continued to lie to me? maybe i would’ve been able to heal a little more. maybe things would’ve turned out differently. it would’ve killed you inside but at least i would’ve been happier, right? no, that’s selfish of me to think and i am truly grateful you told me the truth. cause that’s what relationships are built on. trust. you not only went out with some other guy, but it was a guy i didn’t like from the very beginning. you claim you were drunk but what does that justify? you can’t tell me i didn’t cross your mind at least once that night. you can’t tell me you didn’t think to yourself at least once that night that maybe this isn’t right. maybe you should stop. and that was the problem, you didn’t. you told me you felt nothing wrong and that killed me. this heart that was bandaged up once again, completely shattered. that’s when this feeling i feel inside of me started. this feeling of emptiness. i turned grey, hollow inside. i started to become emotionless. that light at the end of the tunnel began to fade. it was fading but it was still there. so i began to continue working it out with you. absolutely ridiculous? yes.

you began to open up to me, which was beautiful. you understood the space i needed, you didn’t fully understand it but thats how we always were. crazy for each other. as you started to regain your love for me, i still felt grey. i told you i’d heal from all of this, but what happens to you after a deep cut? it become a scar. the best thing you can do is bandage it up and move on. but like you said, things will never be the same.

this now brings us to my realization. in the past, i would’ve been hesitant to even like a picture on social media of any girl. regardless of who they are to me because i knew it bothered you. that’s just how we were, and that’s okay. i respected that. but now things are different. you sent me screenshots of pictures i liked. they were all different women. they were not you. it bothered you like crazy. you blocked me on every social media platform. ghosted me. why don’t i hesitate now? why didn’t you come to mind before i liked it? why didn’t it bother me that you blocked me? why didn’t i care to explain myself to you? why? these past few days i asked those questions over and over again. as i read books and take a few steps back in life i now understand why i feel like this. it’s again, this numb feeling i feel inside of me. my emotions are cloudy, practically gone. i stopped caring. it’s not fair for me to keep you around while i feel like this. growing up it was really hard for me to express my emotions, to my friends and family, it was hard for me to tell anyone how i really felt. but with you i was able to. i allowed myself to open up and become vulnerable to you. it’s not your fault, please don’t blame yourself. like i said earlier, it takes two people to build a relationship.

lately i’ve been feeling so lost and lonely. my life finally feels like it’s starting to come together. but why do i feel so detached from reality? grey. life feels like it’s starting to slow down, almost euphoric. it feels as if it’s going to end soon. maybe i’m about to enter a new chapter in my life and this one is about to end. i have no clue. all i know is i’m headed in the right direction. at least it feels like it. i’m enjoying my peace. i’m enjoying this lonesome feelings.

i will forever be grateful for everything we’ve been through and i can’t wait to see you thrive. like i said from the very start of our relationship, it feels like we’ve met before. in another life. till we meet again, to my twin flame. this is me healing. this is me opening up. this is me finally letting you go.

with love,

Jamie W

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