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Hear me out: with the live on fans Haru did and correcting Seita when Seita called him oppa with “I’m not oppa”, it has me thinking of Haru with a noona or a hyung as a lover. I think he will appreciate having someone who can take the reins or take care of him, someone with their wisdom or experience to reassure and be there for him when his doubts or worries gets too loud.
ღ louder than silence.
essence ➜ after a long day of giving pieces of himself to everyone else, haru comes home to the one person who reminds him that he never has to earn being loved.
@gongyuz @fleurenjun @flustaered17 @helawho @hyunjinights @pachu-verse-12 @anyapsesh
🫧 𓍯 𓂃𓈒𓏸 ♡🫧 𓍯 𓂃𓈒𓏸 ♡ Haru wasn’t having a bad day.
He’d smiled through practice, laughed until his stomach hurt when the members started arguing over dinner, and even stayed up a little later than usual playing games.
So why did his chest still feel… heavy?.
His thoughts had become too loud.
Am I doing enough?
Did I say something weird today?
I hope everyone had fun…
What if they only laugh because I laugh first?
The front door clicked open.
The apartment was unusually quiet.
Just rain tapping softly against the windows.
Haru pushed open the front door with a tired sigh.
“I’m home…”
No answer.
He smiled anyway.
“Nonna?”
“I’m in here.”
Your voice floated out from the bedroom.
He followed it, peeking his head around the doorway.
You were curled up beneath a mountain of blankets, laptop balanced on your knees while a candle flickered on the nightstand.
The second your eyes met his, your entire face lit up.
He stood at the edge of the bed.
You laughed softly.
“No hello?”
“I missed you.”
“You saw me yesterday.” You giggled.
“I know.”
For a while neither of you spoke.
His heart squeezed.
Without another word, he practically collapsed onto the bed beside you.
“Oof.”
“You alright?”
“Mhm.”
He quietly scooted closer.
Then closer.
Until his head was resting in your lap like it belonged there.
You smiled to yourself.
“Tough day?”
“Not really.”
“You just wanted cuddles?”
“…Maybe.”
You closed your laptop and set it on the floor.
“I can do cuddles.”
Your fingers slipped into his hair almost automatically.
Soft scratches.
Slow strokes.
The kind that always made his eyes flutter shut.
Your fingers slowly brushed through his hair.
Back and forth.
Again.
Again.
Again.
His breathing started matching yours.
“You’ve been thinking too much.”
“…How do you always know?”
“Because you stop talking.”
He chuckled quietly into your shoulder.
“I don’t like when my brain gets like this.”
“I know.”
“It feels noisy.”
“I know.”
“What if I’m bothering everyone?”
You gently pulled back until you could see his face.
“Haru.”
“Hm?”
“Do you trust me?”
“With everything.” He said without hesitation.
“Then trust me when I say you’re loved far more than your brain lets you believe. You don’t have to be funny every second.”
You smoothed his hair that you ruffled.
“You don’t have to make everyone else comfortable before yourself. And you definitely don’t have to carry everything alone.”
His shoulders finally relaxed.
A content little sigh escaped him before he could stop it.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“My favorite sound.”
He hid his face against your hoodie.
“Don’t tease me noona.”
“I’m not.”
You smiled, brushing his bangs away from his forehead.
“I like knowing you’re comfortable.”
He was quiet for a moment.
“…Can I tell you something?”
“Always.”
“I like coming home to you.”
Your hand paused.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“Why?”
He thought for a second.
“Because I don’t have to think.”
You looked down at him.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have to worry about what to say.”
He reached up, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“I don’t have to be funny.”
“I don’t have to make anyone laugh.”
“I can just be…”
He shrugged against you.
“…me.”
Your chest tightened.
“You know…”
You leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
“You’ve never had to earn being loved.”
He looked up at you.
“Not when you’re loud.”
Another kiss.
“Not when you’re quiet.”
One more.
“And definitely not when you’re tired.”
His cheeks turned pink.
“You always know what to say.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“I just tell you the truth.”
He smiled, small and genuine.
“I think…”
He tucked himself impossibly closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“…I’d stay like this forever if I could.”
“You can.”
“Good because I wasn’t planning on moving.” He laughed softly.
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
Inside, the room was warm.
Your fingers kept combing through his hair while his breathing gradually slowed.
“You falling asleep?”
“…No.”
“…Maybe.”
You giggled.
You smiled.
He reached for your hand instead, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making home feel like… home.”
You smiled and leaned your forehead against his.
“Anywhere you’re with me is home, Haru.”
Haru with a reader that's on her period with cramps so bad she's in a bad mood an keep threatening to punch him of he doesn't shut up cause he keeps teasing her about not being able to move while also taking care of her
(Can you tell I'm dying😀)
🤍🐻❄️ Sour Patch Bear 🤍🐻❄️
essence ➜ Haru is the definition of sour patch kid… sour then sweet.
genre ➜ fluff, comfort, domestic, established relationship
@gongyuz @fleurenjun @flustaered17 @hyunjinights @helawho @coxrtizz @pachu-verse-12 @anyapsesh
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Hell week.
The absolute worst week of every month.
You were curled up into the smallest ball possible on the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket while watching this fuck ass Love Island season.
Your cramps were kicking your ass.
You genuinely didn’t think moving was an option.
Haru wandered downstairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The second he saw you curled up on the couch…
A mischievous smile spread across his face.
He walked over before poking your cheek.
“Poke.”
You didn’t even look at him.
“…Move.”
“Hm?”
“You’re blocking the TV.”
Instead of moving…
He started dancing right in front of it.
“Haru.”
“What?”
“If you don’t move I’ll punch you.”
He laughed.
“But you can’t get up now, can you?”
“…Teehee.”
Silence.
No giggle.
No dramatic eye roll.
Not even a glare.
Just…
Silence.
His smile slowly disappeared.
Usually when he’d tease his sister during her period, she’d immediately get up and chase him around the house trying to hit him.
You didn’t.
You just looked exhausted.
“…Oh.”
Without another word, he stepped out of the way.
A few moments later…
He quietly disappeared.
He had a mission.
A very important mission.
Make it up to you.
The first thing he did?
Open Pinterest.
“Cute period basket ideas.”
Fifteen minutes later…
“This has literally been hours.”
After finding enough inspiration, he grabbed his keys and headed to the store.
Into the cart went…
A brand-new heating pad.
Face masks for both of you.
Your favorite ice cream.
Your favorite candy.
Some snacks.
Basically anything he thought might make you smile.
Once he was happy with everything, he grabbed a basket in your favorite color.
Checked out.
Then stopped by a flower shop on the way home to pick up your favorite flowers.
Only then…
Was the mission complete.
Meanwhile…
You hadn’t even realized he’d left.
You were completely dissociated into Love Island.
Someone could’ve robbed the house and you probably wouldn’t have noticed.
The front door opened.
Haru quietly walked back into the living room carrying the basket.
You finally looked up.
“…What’s that?”
He walked over before setting it in your lap.
“I’m sorry.”
“I shouldn’t have teased you.”
“I thought it’d make you laugh.”
Your heart melted.
“Aww…”
You looked through everything one piece at a time.
“The flowers…”
“I know they’re your favorite.”
“The face masks?”
“So we can match.”
“The heating pad?”
“…Your old one’s kinda sad.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“You went all the way to the store?”
“…Maybe.”
You reached over and gave him a quick hug.
“Thank you.”
A little while later…
The two of you were back on the couch wearing matching face masks.
Love Island was still playing.
The basket sat on the coffee table.
You grabbed the new heating pad.
Just as you were about to put it on your stomach…
Haru stopped you.
“Hm?”
Without saying anything…
He climbed onto the couch and carefully laid his heavy ass body across you.
“…Haru.”
“Hm?”
“You’re heavy.”
“I know.”
“…What are you doing?”
“I’m your heating pad.”
You stared at him.
Then laughed.
“…You’re actually ridiculous.”
“But am I warm?”
“…Unfortunately.”
He smiled proudly before snuggling even closer.
“My work here is done.”
You rolled your eyes before running your fingers through his hair.
“My giant polar bear.”
“Your giant polar bear.”
“…Yeah.”
About five minutes later…
He decided to tickle you.
He eventually got punched.🤍🐻❄️
https://x.com/i/status/2073393521319710860
Geon sent this on bubble and I've been sobbing over how cute Haru is for a few hours
But anyways hear me out. Reader coming back in the afternoon and it's haru's day off, she finds him napping on the couch and he half wakes up when she sits down to greet him and he's just mumbling while half asleep and wrapping his arms around her to pull her down with him.
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk🫡
🤍🐻❄️Polar Bear Cuddles🐻❄️🤍 essence → dating Haru means your homecoming always ends in a nap… ✧ requests are closed until 7/8! ༄ enjoy ♡
@gongyuz @fleurenjun @flustaered17 @hyunjinights @helawho @pachu-verse-12 @anyapsesh
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You had just gotten back from running errands. After kicking your shoes off, you dropped your purse onto the entryway table and tossed your keys into the little bowl by the door with a soft clink.
"I'm home!"
The only response you got was a sleepy little hum.
You smiled to yourself.
It was Haru's day off.
You already had a feeling he'd spend most of it sleeping.
Walking into the living room, you found him exactly where you expected curled up on the couch with a blanket lazily draped over him, eyes barely open.
You couldn't help but smile.
He looked less like the energetic puppy he always claimed to be…
…and more like the giant polar bear he actually was.
"So cute," you whispered.
You sat down beside him, brushing a few strands of hair away from his forehead.
Haru slowly lifted one hand and gave you the laziest little wave imaginable.
It was so half-hearted that you couldn't help but giggle.
"Hi to you too."
He mumbled something so quietly you couldn't make it out.
"Hm?"
Another sleepy mumble.
You laughed softly before running your fingers through his hair.
His eyes fluttered closed almost instantly.
After a minute, you stood up.
"I'm gonna go change, okay? Then I'll come cuddle."
The moment your hand left his hair…
A warm hand wrapped around your wrist.
You looked down to find Haru pouting ever so slightly, his eyes still closed.
"…Stay."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
You smiled.
"I'll be right back."
Instead of answering…
He gave your arm one gentle tug.
Before you knew it, you stumbled forward, landing on top of him with a surprised laugh.
"Haru!"
He simply wrapped both arms around your waist, burying his face against your shoulder.
"…Nap."
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your smile.
"So that's your master plan?"
He only hummed sleepily in response.
"…Fine."
You pulled the blanket over the both of you and settled against his chest.
Within minutes, Haru's breathing had evened out again.
You smiled to yourself as you closed your own eyes.
Guess the errands could wait.
For now…
It was time to cuddle with your favorite polar bear.
୨୧ ❀ asking best friend!NEXZ to put you on❀ ୨୧
genre ➜ fluff, comedy, smau
@gongyuz @fleurenjun @flustaered17 @hyunjinights @helawho @coxrtizz @pachu-verse-12 @anyapsesh
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once more, i have lost found my heart.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐙 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
essence ➜ how each NEXZ member would become a safe place for their partner 🤍
genre ➜ comfort, angst, healing, fluff, established relationship, headcanons
warnings ➜ mentions of grief, family hardship, emotional struggles, and growing up too soon.
@gongyuz @flustaered17 @pachu-verse-12 @helawho @hyunjinights @coxrtizz
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐘𝐮 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
Yu notices the little things before the big ones.
How you apologize when you haven’t done anything wrong.
How you always say, “I’m okay,” before anyone even asks.
How you instinctively reach for everyone else’s bags before your own.
He never pushes you to talk.
Instead…
He quietly reminds you that you don’t have to earn being loved.
If you wake up from a bad dream…
He’ll already be in the kitchen making tea.
If you’ve had a hard day…
He’ll suggest baking.
Not because cookies magically fix everything.
But because he knows that for an hour…
You get to laugh over burnt edges and uneven frosting instead of carrying the world by yourself.
One afternoon he notices you watching children playing tag in the park.
“You used to play that?”
You shrug.
“I don’t really remember.”
He stands up.
“Come on.”
“What?”
“We’re playing.”
“…Yu.”
“I’m serious.”
Before you know it…
You’re both running around the park laughing so hard you can’t breathe.
Because he wants to make sure your future has room for joy.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐲𝐚 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
Tomoya notices you overthink everything.
So he makes it his personal mission to make you laugh.
He teases you constantly.
Not to make fun of you…
But because he knows the sound of your laugh means you’re finally relaxing.
Whenever you start carrying too much on your shoulders…
He steals your attention.
“Come on.”
“We’re going to the arcade.”
“We have responsibilities.”
“They’ll still be there in two hours.”
“But—”
“Nope.”
He wins you the biggest plush he possibly can.
Even if it takes twenty tries.
Even if everyone in the arcade is watching.
Because seeing your smile when he finally places it in your arms?
Worth every coin.
“You know…”
he smiles,
“I like this version of you.”
“What version?”
“The one that’s laughing.”
And little by little…
That version starts showing up more often.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
Haru notices it in the smallest ways.
The way you always say,
“It’s okay.”
Even when it clearly isn’t.
The way you insist on carrying your own bags.
The way you tell people not to worry about you.
One afternoon he asks you a simple question.
“When was the last time you did something just because it was fun?”
You blink.
“I don’t know.”
“…”
“I don’t really think about stuff like that.”
He smiles softly.
“I figured.”
The next Saturday he shows up at your apartment.
No explanation.
Just a backpack.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
The surprise?
A park.
At first you look confused.
“Haru…”
He points toward the swings.
“I’ve wanted to race someone.”
“You brought me here… to swing?”
“Mhm.”
“…”
“…You’re serious.”
Five minutes later…
The two of you are seeing who can swing the highest.
Then you’re going down the slide.
Then trying to climb everything in sight.
Then buying ice cream afterward because “playing is exhausting.”
On the walk home…
He notices something.
You’re smiling.
Not the polite smile you give strangers.
A real one.
The kind that reaches your eyes.
“I like seeing you like this.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐧 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
So Geon handles things the only way he knows how.
He makes you laugh.
Not because he thinks laughter fixes everything.
Because he knows sometimes it’s nice to forget for a little while.
Whenever he notices you’ve gone quiet…
He starts talking.
Purposefully saying the dumbest things imaginable.
Making ridiculous faces.
Pretending he can’t open a bag of chips.
Doing terrible impressions of the members.
Until…
You laugh.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“Your laugh.”
“…”
“I missed it.”
One evening…
The two of you are walking home.
You apologize.
For absolutely nothing.
He stops walking.
“You apologized three times in the last five minutes.”
“I did?”
“Mhm.”
“…Sorry.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“You just did it again.”
You blink.
You hadn’t even realized.
He reaches over and gently takes your hand.
“You don’t have to apologize for existing around me.”
The words hit harder than either of you expected.
After that…
Every time you apologize without needing to…
He quietly squeezes your hand.
A little reminder.
He’s there.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
Seita never asks you to explain your past.
He figures…
If you want him to know…
You’ll tell him one day.
Instead…
He learns you.
He notices that crowded places make you tired.
That you get overwhelmed when too many people need something from you.
That you always make sure everyone else has eaten before you take a bite.
One night…
You fall asleep on the couch.
You wake up covered in a blanket.
A cup of tea waiting on the table.
Your favorite snack beside it.
And a tiny handwritten note.
Eat something before you start taking care of everyone else today. 🤍
You smile.
When you look up…
Seita is pretending he totally didn’t leave it there.
He never says,
“I know exactly how you feel.”
Because he doesn’t.
Instead he says,
“You don’t have to carry everything by yourself anymore.”
And somehow…
That means even more.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐢 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
Hyui notices something before anyone ever tells him.
You don’t really ask for things.
Even when you’re cold.
Hungry.
Tired.
Or overwhelmed.
You always say,
“I’m okay.”
Even when you’re clearly not.
At first…
He doesn’t really know what to do.
So…
He starts doing little things without asking.
Rolling your sleeves up while you’re washing dishes.
Putting your drink beside you before you realize you’re thirsty.
Handing you your bag before you have to look for it.
Carrying the heavier grocery bags without saying a word.
One afternoon the two of you pass a little claw machine.
You stop for maybe two seconds before continuing to walk.
“You wanted that.”
“What?”
“The bunny.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“You looked at it.”
“I was just looking.”
“You wanted it.”
You smiled.
“It’s probably impossible to win anyway.”
Hyui immediately turned around.
“Oh, absolutely not.”
“What?”
“I’m winning that bunny.”
“…Hyui.”
“Nope.”
For the next fifteen minutes…
He refuses to leave.
One try becomes five.
Five becomes ten.
The employees are now cheering him on.
Finally…
The plush falls.
He picks it up proudly before placing it in your arms.
“There.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know, I wanted to.”
On the drive home…
He notices you hugging the bunny the whole time.
He smiles to himself.
Mission accomplished.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨୧ 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
Yuki notices long before you tell him anything.
Not because you say something.
Because you don’t.
Whenever something hurts…
You get quieter.
Whenever you’re overwhelmed…
You smile a little more.
Whenever someone asks if you’re okay…
You answer a little too quickly.
“I’m fine.”
It breaks his heart every time.
One evening…
The two of you are sitting on the balcony watching the sunset.
Neither of you are talking.
You suddenly sigh.
“…I’m sorry.”
He looks over.
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
“…”
“I just feel like I’m a lot sometimes.”
Yuki shakes his head immediately.
“You’ve apologized for existing three times today.”
Your eyes widen.
“…I have?”
“You don’t even notice anymore.”
You look down at your hands.
“I guess not.”
He reaches over and gently intertwines your fingers with his.
“You know…”
“When something good happens…”
“You always tell me.”
You nod.
“When something funny happens…”
“You tell me.”
Another nod.
“So…”
His voice softens.
“Why do you think you have to carry the hard things by yourself?”
You don’t answer.
Not because you don’t want to.
Because…
You genuinely don’t know.
He squeezes your hand.
“You don’t have to earn being taken care of.”
Your eyes immediately start watering.
“I don’t know how.”
“I know.”
He smiles softly.
“So…”
“We’ll learn together.”
After that day…
Nothing changes overnight.
You still apologize too much.
You still bottle things up sometimes.
You still have days where everything feels heavy.
But now…
Whenever life feels like too much…
You don’t have to carry it alone.
Because somewhere nearby…
Yuki is already walking beside you.
Ready to carry part of the weight without you ever having to ask.
Imagining Wanderer who has to leave you and Durin for a few days for some Akademiya assignments. You take this opportunity to spend time with Durin after his stay in Mondstadt.
You adore his human form. Durins letter to you both did not prepare you for how different he looked (but also the same?), but you welcome him back to your home. Durin goes through his first storm in his human form and hes obsessed with the feeling of rain hitting his skin.
You tell him to go back inside, worried and unsure if he’s even capable of getting sick. He grabs your hand, tugging you away from the awning. You can’t say no to him, you can’t. You end up running after him as he flies around the streets.
The next day, you end up getting sick. Durin’s learned a thing or two thanks to Lisa about sickness but he still panics, he thinks you might be dying. You laugh at his panicked state, that doesn’t really help him.
Wanderer comes home to silence. Unusual, he thinks. There was always noise from you somehow, that’s what his home sounded like. He walks towards the open space and finds you BUNDLED in blankets.
“What the..” his eyes drift to a sleeping Durin, head laying on the space beside you.
“What happened?” He drops his bag of trinkets on the table, scooping Durin onto his arms and placing him onto another couch.
“I got sick, he panicked.” you tell him, your voice pitched lower than what he’s used to hearing. The couch dips as he sits near you. Cold fingers brush against your skin.
“Are you feeling better? Did he actually help you?” He hears you laugh. “He tried his best.. Even made us tea. It was okay. Welcome home.” The last thing you see before you fall asleep is the small smile on his face and the soft run of his fingers through your hair.
୨୧ ─ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ─ ୨୧
essence ➜ reader won’t stop making fun of tomoya’s new haircut. turns out he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to humble her.
@gongyuz ( AHH thank you for the idea, I hope you like it!! 😭💕)
𝜗𝜚 ── 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 ── 𝜗𝜚
┆ೃ࿔*:･ haru x reader
At some point in your relationship you stopped being his significant other and became his personal needoh.
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The apartment was quiet except for the sound of The Apothecary Diaries playing from the television.
A few minutes ago Haru had wandered into the living room after practice and immediately flopped down beside you.
Somehow that had turned into your head ending up in his lap.
Neither of you had questioned it.
It was normal.
Comfortable if you will.
The kind of thing that happened when you’d been together long enough.
For a while, everything was peaceful.
Then you felt it.
A poke against your cheek.
The cool metal of one of Haru’s rings brushed your skin before disappearing.
You blinked.
Haru’s eyes never left the television.
A few seconds later it happened again.
Poke.
Then another.
A smile tugged at your lips.
You didn’t say anything.
Because honestly?
You were curious what in the world he was doing.
A moment later his fingers returned.
This time they tapped lightly against your forehead.
Tap.
Tippity.
Tap.
Like the doctor role play ASMR.
You bit back a laugh at the thought.
His hand lingered there for a moment before slowly drifting upward.
Into your hair.
His fingers slipped through the strands absentmindedly.
Separating sections.
Twisting pieces around themselves.
Running through the ends.
The funny thing was that Haru still wasn’t looking at you.
Not once.
His attention remained completely locked on the television.
You weren’t even sure he realized what he was doing.
Your attention should have been on the show.
A shirtless man was currently on screen.
Normally that would’ve been enough to keep your focus.
Instead, all of your attention was fixed on your boyfriend sitting above you.
Haru’s fingers had somehow turned your hair into his personal fidget toy.
You watched as he twisted a lock around one finger.
Then another.
Then another.
The silver rings decorating his hands flashed occasionally in the glow of the television.
You smiled to yourself.
Maybe if you stayed quiet, you’d see how long it took him to realize.
Apparently the answer was a very long time.
His fingers continued wandering through your hair.
Twisting.
Playing.
Fidgeting.
Completely unaware.
Then…
A sharp tug.
“Ow!”
The yelp escaped before you could stop it.
Haru practically jumped.
His eyes immediately snapped away from the television and down toward you.
“What happened?!”
You pointed toward his hand.
A section of your hair had somehow wrapped itself around one of his rings.
His eyes widened.
“Oh.”
For a second he simply stared.
Then his face immediately crumpled into panic.
“Oh no.”
You burst into laughter.
The horrified expression on his face only made it funnier.
“I’m sorry!”
His attention finally abandoned the television completely.
Both hands immediately moved to free your hair.
Unfortunately, that somehow made things worse.
“Haru.”
“I’m trying!”
“Haru!”
“I’M TRYING!”
You laughed harder.
By the time he finally managed to untangle everything, your hair looked like it had survived a small natural disaster.
Several pieces stuck out in random directions.
You reached up to touch it.
“Haru.”
His shoulders slumped.
“I said I was sorry.”
The tips of his ears were already turning pink.
You couldn’t stop smiling.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It is.”
You sat up slightly, looking at the mess he’d made of your hair.
Then back at him.
“I liked you playing in my hair”
His movements paused.
“You did, I didn’t even know I was doing it?”
You nodded.
A small smile appeared on his face.
The kind that always made your chest feel warm.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Then something exciting happened in the episode.
Haru’s head immediately turned back toward the television.
You laughed softly.
Of course.
You settled back down, resting your head in his lap once again.
The episode continued.
A few minutes passed.
Then…
A familiar feeling.
A poke against your cheek.
You immediately smiled.
A gentle tap against your forehead.
Then another.
His fingers brushed against your cheek before drifting toward your hair once more.
Slowly.
Absentmindedly.
Comfortably.
Like they belonged there.
Like touching you had become second nature.
You glanced up at him.
Still completely focused on the television.
Still pretending he wasn’t doing anything.
You smiled and settled deeper into his lap.
Apparently, some habits were impossible to break.
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Burning Black | Yu x Reader
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Yu had always been thoughtful.
From the moment you started dating, he had gone out of his way to accommodate your picky eating habits. Restaurants were chosen with you in mind. Ingredients were swapped out without complaint. Some nights, he’d even make separate dishes just so you could enjoy eating together.
And somehow, he never once acted like it was a burden.
Which only made the guilt worse.
Because while Yu would do anything for you, what had you really done for him?
You couldn’t cook. Not even a little.
Sure, you could make instant ramen and maybe scrambled eggs on a good day, but anything more complicated than that? Absolutely not.
Still, after hearing how exhausted he sounded over text, you decided something.
Tonight, you were going to cook for Yu.
No. matter. what.
The first stop was TikTok.
Surely the app that taught people how to make cloud bread and the best Mac and Cheese could teach you how to cook, right?
Thirty minutes later, you stared blankly at your phone.
Your search history was filled with things like:
“easy Japanese meals”
“how to make onigiri”
“Yus muscles Nexz”
And somehow, despite watching countless videos, you had learned absolutely nothing other then the fact JYP needs to close the gyms 😻.
To Pinterest it was.
Pinterest was much more promising.
After scrolling through recipe after recipe, you finally settled on a menu.
Tuna onigiri, Japanese curry rice, and matcha cookies.
You stared at the list with a grimace. There was just one tiny problem. You hated almost every ingredient.
Yu had always been incredibly sweet about your picky eating habits. He never complained when you picked mushrooms out of dishes or wrinkled your nose at fish. Matcha? You swore it tasted like someone had blended up grass and called it dessert.
Yet Yu loved those foods and tonight wasn’t about you. Tonight was about him.
Determined, you tied your hair back and got to work. To your surprise, things started off pretty well. The rice went into the cooker. Vegetables were chopped. Though, as you sliced mushrooms, your face twisted into a look of pure disgust.
“Eugh,” you muttered. “How does anyone eat these?”
The curry simmered on the stove while you moved onto the cookies.
You carefully whisked the matcha powder into the batter. It smelled exactly like grass. Your opinion remained unchanged.
Soon enough, everything had reached the waiting stage.
The rice was cooking. The curry was simmering. The cookies were baking.
There was nothing left to do but wait. Which, unfortunately, meant only one thing.
TikTok.
Just one video.
Then another..
And another…
You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Your eyes widened.
Smoke.
“Oh my god!”
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You scrambled onto a chair, waving a towel at the smoke detector like your life depended on it. After what felt like an eternity, the alarm finally stopped.
Silence. You exhaled. Then slowly turned toward the stove.
The curry was burnt. Completely burnt.
Apparently turning the heat to high because you wanted it to cook faster had done the exact opposite of helping.
“Well… shit.”
Maybe the rice survived, please let the rice survive.
You opened the rice cooker.
Crunch.
You blinked.
Crunch.
Still hard.
It would appear that someone had absolutely no idea how much water rice needed.
You stared into the cooker.
“Well shit,” you repeated quietly.
At least the cookies… The cookies had to be okay.
Right?
You pulled them from the tray and let them cool for a few minutes before picking one up.
The bottom was dark green.
Almost black.
Not a promising sign. Still, you took a bite. It was like biting into a hockey puck. You nearly chipped a tooth. Everything was ruined.
And then…
The sound of keys. Your heart dropped.
Damn, Yu was home.
“I’m here!” his voice called out cheerfully.
Panic surged through you.
Before he could step any farther into the apartment, you rushed over and practically threw yourself at him.
“Hi!”
Yu blinked.
Then blinked again.
Flour dusted your hair. Sauce stained your shirt. There was something green on your cheek that he was almost afraid to identify.
He tilted his head. “…Love?”
You smiled nervously.
“Yeah?”
“What happened to you?”
“Oh, you know…” you laughed weakly. “Stuff.”
Yu narrowed his eyes.
Then his nose twitched.
“…Why does it smell like something’s burning?”
Uh oh.
He took a step toward the kitchen.
“WAIT!”
Yu paused.
“What?”
“Nope uhh -Nothing!”
“Then why are you yelling?”
“Do you wanna sit down and talk first?!”
He looked even more suspicious now.
“That’s fine,” he said slowly. “But it definitely smells like something is burning.”
Before he could walk away, you grabbed his arm.
Or at least you tried. Because apparently you had forgotten that Yu was ridiculously strong. He kept walking.
And you?
You were basically skiing across the carpet.
“Yu!” you squeaked.
One look into the kitchen was all it took.
Burnt curry.
Rice that looked questionable at best.
A battlefield of bowls, measuring cups, and ingredients.
Yu stared.
You stared.
The kitchen a whole ass mess.
“…What happened?” he asked softly.
Your shoulders slumped.
And then, you told him everything.
How he’d always taken care of you. How he always accommodated your eating habits without complaint. How you knew he missed food from home. How you wanted to do something for him for once.
When you finally finished, the apartment fell silent.
Then—
Yu laughed.
Not a mean laugh.
Not an “I’m making fun of you” laugh.
One of those bright, heartwarming laughs that made your chest feel warm.
You swatted his arm.
“Don’t laughhh!”
“This is the cutest thing ever,” he said through a smile.
Your face burned.
“Nothing even turned out right.”
Yu’s expression softened instantly.
He stepped forward and pulled you into his arms.
You melted against his chest.
“You tried for me,” he said quietly. “That’s more important than any food.”
Your heart nearly stopped.
Then he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Gentle.
Warm.
Home.
“But I didn’t even make anything.”
Yu only held you tighter.
“You made me very happy.
Tears threatened to form in your eyes.
So instead, you mumbled into his chest,
“…Should we just order something?”
Yu glanced at the destroyed kitchen.
He smiled.
“Well shit we kind of have to.”
You pulled back immediately.
“Yu!”
“This kitchen is a disaster.”
“YU!”
His laughter filled the apartment again the kind that always made you laugh too.
And as the two of you opened a delivery app together, you decided that maybe love wasn’t about making perfect food.
Sometimes, it was just about trying.
How cute~
Scaramouche x jealous Reader ft. Haypasia
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You never considered yourself the jealous type.
In fact, usually it was him that got jealous. You remember all the nights where you had to assure Scara that it was really him, the imperfect divine puppet, that you want.
Something has been irking you recentently though.
Your partner that you've been together with for literal years, that has been with you through everything just like you have been there for him, has been whaffling on about some woman.
Not only has he been rambling about this woman, he has been way too nice with his words, and sometimes even straight up wrong.
Your eye twitches each time he calls Haypasia "his first follower" when you have clearly been by his side for way longer. She wasn't even there yet when the first prototype of his soon-to-be archon form was constructed. And she cetrainly wasn't when he desperately needed someone to hold together the pieces of his delicate self.
So pray tell you why has he been talking about her this much?? What does she have that makes her oh-so loyal to the point where he seems to forget about how you have been there with him all along?
It can't be the hideous green hair, that's for sure.
You sigh as he adds another point his current ramble. Can't he tell that you're agitated by all this? It's like he's barely been paying attention to you ever since she came into the picture.
Your relationship is not so fragile that a mere scholar from sumeru can ruin it, right...?
And yet you're somehow worried about bringing this up to him. You know you should.
"Haypasia said something interesting today"
"She looked into my consciousness and saw my past"
"My first follower is so devoted, it's precious, really"
Devoted.
Precious.
What a joke. You feel your eyebrows twitch downward.
A dead cold grip catches your wrist. It's not painful, but it snaps you back into the moment. You were fidgeting.
Scara is staring at you. Unblinking. He's long stopped masking his puppet mannerisms in front of you.
"Where did your mind wander off to this time?", he asks flatly. "I was speaking."
Your mouth opens, but out comes only an illegible stutter. The idea of a reply that got stuck on its way.
You clear your throat and say, "I'm listening."
"No", his fingers tighten around your wrist, it's like he wants to shake you back into reality, "You're not."
The pressure of his stare and insistency make you crack.
"I am", you snap, irritatedly adding before you can stop yourself, "I just don't like hearing you go on and on about how amazing she is."
He stays silent for a moment. Then shifts slightly.
"...Her?" He sounds near incredulous, hard to believe considering his endless praise of that woman.
You roll your eyes. "Yes, Haypasia. It's like you're being dull on purpose."
He's still quiet, for a second you think you went too far.
Then Scara lets out an exhale through his nose. He's amused (relieved).
"You're jealous", he realizes with the smuggest, most self-satisfied grin ever.
Your face errupts in flames.
You sputter, before admitting, "Okay so maybe I am—"
"Maybe??", he laughs in disbelief at the sheer audacity to downplay this. Not only do your feelings matter, he also gets to witness you being jealous for once? And you're trying to undermine this? Yeah good luck with that.
"Shut up", you glare.
He keeps laughing.
"And you even called me dull, how cute", he covers his mouth, yet you can still see his grin, "I should make you jealous more often."
You repeat, this time slightly more agitated, "I said shut up."
"You've been sitting here drowning in your own thoughts for 10 minutes, you think I couldn't feel it?" The question is serious despite his amused tone.
You cross your arms, looking at him accusingly. "You didn't seem to feel it when you were still talking."
"Believe it or not, I did", he shrugs, before adding smugly, "Wouldn't have guessed that my precious Doll of all people would get jealous though."
"Your 'precious Doll' has feelings too", you frown. He is taking this seriously in his own way but that alone doesn't make your uncertainty disappear.
"Yes but there's nothing to worry about for you", he says in a more sincere tone.
"You called her your first follower", you point out.
He raises a brow, confused. "Well she is?"
"What, and I'm nothing?"
"You're my equal."
You pause. He did always make a point to talk about Haypasia like she's below him. You have just been too busy focusing on the fact that he was talking about her at all.
You feel a cold hand on the side of your face. It's soft.
"You weren't listening earlier", he says with the same resolute softness that adorns his hold, "Comparing yourself to her is insulting. A god has hundreds of thousands of devotees. Her being the first to realise my divine greatness doesn't make her any different from the rest to come."
You blink. Him reframing it like that does shift your perspective. You lean into his hand as he continues to talk.
"She saw my past but she wasn't actually there when it mattered", he says, leaving out the obvious. It was you who was there.
It has always been you.
cuteness aggression
Pairing: Wanderer x Reader
Summary: Sometimes Wanderer looks at you and is filled with violent affection.
Word Count: 500+
Contains: Gender-neutral reader, established relationship, Wanderer POV, fluff
You weren't doing anything special when he found you; just eating. The kitchen smelled sweet with freshly baked muffins, a plate sitting neat and organized on the counter with the baked treats. He could smell the dark chocolate in the air and feels a swell of affection at your thoughtfulness. You tended to pick out more bitter flavors just for his sake.
You were leaning against the counter, one cheek puffed up as you chewed away happily without a care. Both hands were occupied holding a split muffin as you squirreled it away into your mouth bit by bit. You look like a hamster. A stupidly adorable hamster. Wanderer feels one of his hands clench at his side with the urge to pinch your cheeks.
His line of thought is temporarily halted when you look up to see him watching you. "Oh, hey! I made some muffins for us." And then you grin at him too wide and lovingly in that specific way you do that reveals how happy you are to just be in his presence. It makes his heart clench so viciously that he nearly stomps over to you. But no, he walks over calmly, stopping at your side as he raises his hands to your face.
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warnings: fluff, clingy behavior, slightly jealous boyfriend, teasing, lowercase texting
note: made by me ,purely fictional. no real-life intentions implied. just boyfriend headcanons / imagination. hydrate and touch grass after.
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