Summary: Saja Boys headcanons on what they want in a partner.
✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮Jinu✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮
Jinu with a partner would mean he would want someone patient and confident in themselves
His past still haunts him to this day so someone who is patient with him can really help that side of him because it takes time for him to open up and fully be comfortable
When he is not close or familiar with someone he will willingly put up a façade of being "okay" when he really isn't; he just doesn’t want to open up yet.
So he needs that someone to feel safe with, to emotionally open up when the time is right. (That is why he liked Rumi so much because she opened up about her patterns and she was patient with him throughout all of their meetups)
He also feels comfortable with someone who is confident with themselves, because if you are already confident in your own skin you can help him be like that too
He needs a balance in the relationship because he prefers the dynamic of his partner being he confident one (the one that wears the trousers) and him being a little dorky and submissive one. Because then he feels comfortable opening up to you and then he will get closer!!
His ideal type: Patient, confident, comforting and open
✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮Mystery✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮
Mystery does not really have a specific type, he just wants someone to keep him up and going (like Zoey)
As a quiet and private person, he can sometimes get a little too lost in his own introverted world so he needs someone that grounds him back in the moment
You don’t need to be the most extraverted person on the planet, but someone who is energetic and is not afraid to be themselves really melts his heart
Unlike himself he is scared to express who he truly is behind that big mop of hair covering his eyes. So when you are bubbly and proud of who you are, then that makes him proud and will encourage him to be more expressive in ways such as talking more
He also has a preference for someone who is a little goofy in their own way, because that screams you don’t care about what people think - and he loves you for that
Even though he loves people who are energetic around him he also needs alone time - so someone who values alone time and well deserved rest makes him happy
His ideal type: Goofy, expressive, bubbly and comforting
✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮Romance✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮
Wow, where can I begin…
He loves someone who accepts his dramatic flair, someone who doesn’t reject his sense of self
Someone who can get flustered over his flirtatious behaviour, because he thinks its cute
This guy really likes being emotionally close so someone who is not afraid to talk about feelings openly and someone who is very soft spoken, shy and caring. Very communicative.
Someone who is just as romantic as him, but in a quiet way when it is just you two
Someone who picks up on small details - that shows him that you care about him, even in the littlest ways
Someone who takes care of themselves, because that means you love yourself just as much as you love him
This is VERY much a preference - but someone who is a creative that enjoys the arts such as writing or drawing. There is something about expressing your emotions in small, quiet ways that really just makes his heart flutter. Appreciating and even just loving something in general displays your human emotions and that you care about the art of love. <333
His ideal type: Caring, soft, a little shy, quiet, observant and creative.
✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮Abby✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮
He doesn’t really have a type - he is the type of guy to be like "as long as they exist, are similar age and that they are human, that’s all I care about" but EVERYONE must have a type, right?
He does prefer it when he has someone confident in themselves because then he can cheer you on even more
Someone who can stand up for themselves - that means you value yourself and that you are not afraid to say what you want to say
Someone that can also support him too - in any way
He likes words of affirmation because as a human no one complimented him at all so it feels nice to be appreciated by someone who actually matters to him
He likes it when his significant other mirrors his behaviours - like being a personal cheerleader etc. This shows him that you are alike and compatible (he will never force you into something you don’t want to be, but if you are naturally like that then that is great!!)
His ideal type: Caring, confident, says what they want to say and has self respect for themselves
OK THANK YOU FOR READING!!! MORE WILL COME SOON!!!
Summary: You are consistently forgetful, sometimes so overwhelmed you forget to do very necessary things to take care of yourself
Warnings: this is shit. I’m trying my best, sort of eating disorder, sort of insomnia, angst if you squint, lots of fluff, literally Damon is so far off character but i like to think when he loves someone he is an absolute DREAM, also nightmares with a graphic? description of death
A/N: Guys listen, I love you and you’re so wonderful. Do Good Recklessly and help each other. Share the light you have inside you. It’s been a rough few days for me and mine, so you guys remember to check in on each other and always watch out for your fellow man, some people are lost.
1k words, is this too short?
For: Abuse / Mental Health
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You had made it through your summer, although to be honest you didn’t know how. Between your weekly battles between the gang you had been running yourself ragged, you barely got any sleep and you were hardly able to eat, always being interrupted by someone or something. It seemed like an endless fight, always something else around the corner waiting for you, always another group of people wanting to kidnap or kill someone. Life was no longer simple, you had learned fairly quickly what was more important, saving your friends and Mystic Falls or basic needs. It was hard, life was hard, for fucks sake you barely had the energy to take a shower.
There was one good thing though, Damon Salvatore. Over the summer you had grown even closer to your boyfriend, slowly becoming accustomed to him always being around. Even when he was busy saving the next harmless victim or cleaning up a new vamps mess -- or his own-- he was always your rock. Somehow he never failed to miss a moment when you needed him, even if you sent a simple text or you didn’t say anything at all, he knew. You were sure that July thirteenth was the day you decided you loved him.
July Thirteenth
Even though things had become quiet in the town, your habits died hard, you still forgot to eat, shower and sleep. Your mind was always buzzing, scared for what would come up, scared that the minute you made a sandwich that you would get a call that someone was hurt. The second you took a shower that you’d hear a knock on your door, duty calls. The second you laid down to sleep you’d have a night terror, fear plaguing waking and sleeping thoughts.
You were resting on the couch, your arm propping your hand up, ready for a nap after zero sleep for at least fifty-two hours of restless waking moments, you were running on fumes. You were waiting on Damon, you and Damon were supposed to go out to the movies with Elena and Stefan, and you were genuinely excited. It had been a long time since you had been out for a good time instead of a stress filled battle. You remember wondering to yourself if tonight could run smoothly, and then you drifted off into sleep.
You jumped up and screamed when you felt someone touching you, then instantly lowered your guard when you saw Damon. You smiled at him, rubbing your eyes, he looked sympathetic. He of course had noticed your change in attitude and weight, he knew something was off and he tried to help as best he could. You picked up your bag but Damon stopped you. “When’s the last time you ate?” You sighed, at that very moment you realized exactly how hungry you were. “I don’t know? I honestly can’t remember.” Damon hated your answer, he didn’t like whenever you put everyone else in front of yourself.
“Let’s stay in tonight, you and me baby,” he smiled, you could never say no to him. “Alright,” you sat your bag down and followed him through the house. “First, I’m gonna make you dinner,” he smiled, watching you lay your head down on the counter. The next thing you remembered was him gently waking you up for food. You had dozed in and out of sleep, jerking awake every few minutes while he was cooking and while you were eating. Damon moved beside you, he began cutting up your chicken for you, slowly feeding you your chicken. “Damon,” you whined, leaning into him, “I’m so tired.” You began crying a little, he had known about your nightmares, he just didn’t know how bad they were.
Damon swiftly picked you up, rushing you to the bathroom, shushing you softly when you realized you weren’t in the bed. “One more thing baby, you can sleep right through this if you want.” You nodded, noticing the bath was already drawn. Damon helped you undress yourself and lay down in the bathtub. Damon washed you slowly, making sure to massage the knots out of your shoulders and relax your spine. He massaged your scalp gently, rubbing the shampoo throughout, making sure to make you feel fully refreshed. He slicked your hair back with conditioner taking the opportunity to listen to soft moans coming from your mouth as he massaged your hair. Once he was happy that you were sufficiently clean he dressed you in his shirt and a pair of your shorts before carrying you to bed.
He laid you in the bed, you moved as close to him as possible, ready to finally sleep you closed your eyes falling asleep on Damon.
Running through the forest for what seemed like days, screaming after Damon. When you finally caught up with him he was picked up and thrown by a shadow figure and thrown against a tree. He was strung up by the tree with a limb sticking through his left shoulder, “Why, Y/N?” he mumbled before the figure reached their hand into Damons chest, you ran, trying to get to him but the figure jerked his hand out of Damon’s chest. The figure turned to face you, completely destroying Damon’s heart, your heart stopped when you saw who it was; you.
You jerked up in the bed, a scream bursting from your lips. Damon was holding you in an instant, running his fingers through your hair. “Shh baby, shh, it’s okay,” Damon tried to console you. You sobbed in his arms for what seemed like hours. Damon finally got you to lay back down, but you were wide awake. “Baby, you know I’ll never let anything hurt you, I’ll always be here for you,” Damon whispered to you, you inhaled deeply, letting out the air slowly. He noticed you were still awake, he kissed your forehead and began rocking, humming to you. You were so tired, you snuggled in closer to him if it was possible, expecting to wake up again, but not until the sun was bright in your room.
When you did finally wake up, Damon was there right beside you. “Mornin’ baby,” he kissed your cheek and crawled out of bed. You began to get dressed, asking about what today’s plans were, but he stopped you. “Ah, ah, ah, Y/N,” he kissed your neck this time, inhaling your scent, “breakfast before battles.” You giggled him but followed him downstairs, right as your phone buzzed:
Reminders: Eat breakfast Y/N, I love you! - Deadly Damon
Zoro likes the idea of bonding/quality time even when you two aren't even talking or cuddling. Your presence alone is enough for him to admire from afar. Quality time/bonding is a big deal for Zoro. Sometimes he wonders how long he can go without your presence.
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A peaceful day along the grandline was a needle in a haystack, it rarely happened. The waves were not gentle and warm, they were unforgiving and cold as ice. One gulp of that water and your digestive system would be riddled with worms and parasites. Only one or two beautiful days could occur, and this was not one of them.
Nami predicted that storm clouds would be headed east, in the ship's direction. Leaving you to wonder what you could do during this day. There was not much really, if you stepped foot into the rain the flu would lace through your body, which would be even more annoying. So, you decided to cuddle up into your bed under a blanket reading a book you saved for rainy days.
Yet, you were a little lonely, but you knew the others had stuff to do, so for now it was just you and your little book. After a few chapters in, the pattering of rain against the window pane was a little too relaxing. Your eyelids drooped to take a tiny nap, plus you had nothing else to do so why not?
It had been, what, 20 minutes? And in that 20 minutes of course a small green specimen was stuck, headfirst upon your lap. It was obviously Zoro. He needed, craved your warmth and love, as it is was so cold and miserable outside. But inside, you were there, ever so warm and kind, the kind of person he would want to spend the rest of his days with.
You rolled your eyes, knowing that this would inevitably happen, it was Zoro, the clingiest person ever at your side. You couldn't blame him finding warmth and solace in you, as it was so cold outside. And you predict he spent a long time out there practicing his daily training, he was shivering.
Your hands raked through his lime green hair as he let out a muffled sound of relief, he has been waiting for you to do that this whole time. Your arms found their place along the small of his back, delicately tracing his skin like a roadmap which made him shiver. And your lips found their way to his head, gently soothing and calming him with a kiss. The patters of rain got even heavier, and so did your love for Zoro. It was a small gesture for him to randomly turn up in your room while you were napping, but it meant so much more. You knew he loved quality time, even if it was just as simple as holding him close on a bad weather day.
Even in a day of your life, with constant pirate struggles and dangers, comfort had always found you, even then. Because your loving boyfriend, Zoro exists. He always had ways to make your shared stressful life better, in small ways like this. The feared swordsman, Roronoa Zoro that could slice flesh into chunks of crimson red could also delve his lime green head into your lap after a rainy day, Yeah, that Zoro, your loving, cuddly and clingy boyfriend that was always there for you.
Summary: Derek figures out something is wrong at a pack meeting.
Warnings: trigger warning!! Self-harm and depression
A/N: I do not condone such actions in this fic. If you need help please message me, call 1-800-273-8255 or chat with an online member willing to help at https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/chat/
Reader POV
I was the first one to arrive at Derek’s house, knowing full well I could help Derek prepare the table for the dinner he always cooks. Something changed in Derek whenever it was his turn to host the pack, matter of fact, everyone stepped up their game. Scott always made sure the house was spotless, rented special movies, the pack even went in to get a new television. Stiles bought one too many games to play, Lydia was always overpacked with booze and drinking games. Once Liam got his own place he always made sure that their was a variety of menus and paid for everyone’s takeout. Everyone seemed to be more dedicated to the pack than anything else. Everyone but me.
Once I began thinking about how the pack had changed, my mind began to race, my thighs having ghost pains from previous days. I never hosted pack meetings, am I really that dedicated? I knocked and then entered into Derek’s place, smiling and turning my blasting music down in your ears. I smiled at Derek, walking into the kitchen. He gave me a million dollar smile and continued cooking. I danced around him to get the placemats you helped him pick out. I placed them gently and neatly down, carefully bringing plates back from the kitchen, happily distracting myself from the pit in my stomach. Once the table was set I went back into the kitchen and plopped myself down on the counter, watching the handsome man in a gentle setting calmed me.
Derek’s POV
Y/N reeked of doubt and dread as soon as she walked through the door, a smell the wolves in the pack had become accustomed to frequently smelling on her, never for too long, but enough to raise worries. As soon as she walked into the kitchen she smelled of joy. That was why I loved her so much, she was always happy to help anyone. I hadn’t ever smelled anything sweeter than when she went with me to pick out the placemats, which she did a wonderful job of finding, beautiful day and night comparison as a small reminder to the pack that with every bad day is a good night, and every bad night is a new day.
The pack had been trying to make sure that the meetings were a time of stress relief for Y/N, the wolves could smell her throughout her day, but things seemed to look up whenever she was around the pack. We had been trying so hard to help Y/N without making her feel trapped. She never liked talking about herself, always giving off the essence of anxiety whenever confronted. I am personally invested in her, and I loved it. Whenever I thought I was going to loose control, she would bring me back down, her beautiful Y/H/C wrapping beautifully around her neck, her skin touching mine, it was all grounding for me.
She plopped up on the counter, smelling of brief nervousness and her heart rate skyrocketing. I turned to her and brought the spoon to her mouth.
“Be my taste tester!” I placed my hand on her thigh, I watched her flinch and immediately felt a pang of guilt. I didn’t question her, just repeated “Test it!” She giggled and opened her mouth. That was the sound given by a god.
Readers POV
He touched my thigh, still sore from the night before. Derek seemed to not notice, which calmed my anxiety.
“Oh my GOD!” This was the best chili I had ever eaten. “This is absolutely the best thing that’s graced my lips!” I plopped down going for more.
“While I enjoy your flattery, you have to wait on the rest of the pack!” Derek booted after me, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me back. I screamed and giggled, squirming when he turned me around. Our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and I slapped him on the shoulder before opening up.
Scott McCall standing bold faced with the entire pack trailing behind him. “It’s about damn time!” I giggled and escorted them to the dining room.
After dinner we all settled down to watch The Blair Witch Project, my night to pick. I snuggled close to Derek’s side while Lydia laid on Stiles in front on the couch, Liam hanging his legs over Scott and his head in my lap. The small boy always did take a liking to me, lord only knows why.
About halfway through the movie, I felt something wet on my hand after scratching my thigh. Goddamit. I smiled to Derek but his eyes blasted bright blue and I smiled dismissively. “I gotta go pee, I’ll be right back,” I gently lifted a sleeping Liam’s head off of my lap, looking back to a Scott who had his full attention on me, who briefly looked at Derek, sharing a secret conversation.
Derek’s POV
Blood. I smelled blood. It wasn’t the first time I had smelled it, and I knew who it belonged to. Sweet Y/N, but why? She headed off to the bathroom and I regretfully decided not to tune in. I don’t want to violate her privacy. She came back and cuddled back into me, I felt safe. I whispered in her ear, “Why did I smell blood hun?” She giggled and didn’t miss a beat, “Period Der, calm down,” she smelled of guilt and sorrow, maybe she felt ashamed of her period, but why?
I pulled her extra close to me, trying to make her more comfortable, I was still anxious about why I smelled blood on her. I smelled it last week, so it didn’t add up, but there could be another explanation, this is entirely too sensitive. I was the last to fall asleep of the pack, minus Y/N, who peacefully played another horror movie. I silently asked her to never move.
Readers POV
I very quietly woke the pack up, except Derek, and helped them out the door. “Th-“ Scott began, I cut him off. “Don’t you DARE wake that werewolf up on the couch, I will fucking tear your alpha eyes out.” I giggled and Scott put his hands up defensively. “Goodnight guys.” Scott gave me a hug, whispering in my ear, “We love you Y/N, Derek more than any of us, it will get better.” He smiles and walked out as I quietly shut the door behind him.
I began bouncing off the walls cleaning quietly. Picking up every dish in the house and washing it. Then wiping down the table, picking up the popcorn, the pop cans and finally felt accomplished after the packs’ mess was cleaned. I began to pick up Derek’s clothing and put them in the washer, picking up his bathroom, carrying out garbage but on the way out to carry out the garbage I caught my thigh on the corner of the table.
I cried out and covered my mouth. Breathing heavily and heart thumping in my chest. Goddamit, I know I woke that wolf up. I was right, he was on me in an instant. His eyes glowing brilliantly, looking around to a spotless house then to me. My thigh dripping with blood I know, hoping it was covered by the smell of garbage.
“You okay?” he wiped a tear away from my eye. “Yeah, hit my leg on the corner of the table, nothing serious,” I began to walk. He stopped me.”Goddamn, my house is spotless, how long have you been cleaning?” I giggle at his statement as he takes the garbage bag. “I’ll take this out, it’s the least I could do.” He kissed my forehead and walked out the door.
I took off running towards the bathroom, quickly replacing the gauze, and washing my hands, dabbing soap on the outside of the gauze to hide the smell of blood. These cuts were causing more issues than one tonight and I certainly didn’t need it. I walked out of the bathroom looking at the incredibly sculpted Derek, leaning against the counter.
“Y/N,” he looked guilty, “I don’t want to overstep, but I have to ask you.” He walked to me and guided me to the couch. “I have smelled blood on you one too many times this month.” My eyes went wide. I can’t do this, not to him, he is so strong, I can’t tell him, he will never look at me the same. “Derek, I don’t want to have this conversation,” I spoke softly, not to upset him. He intertwined his fingers in mine and smiled weakly, “Are you hurting yourself baby?”
My heart skipped a beat, not sure if it was because he called me baby or because I was caught. Do I come clean or do I keep lying? Handling this on my own was getting hard. “Yes.”
Derek swiftly brought his hand gently to my face and caressed it. “Why?” He put his forehead to mine. “I’m not ready for this conversation yet. Can you respect that?” I asked softly. “Of course I can. Will you at least stay with me tonight?” He looked at me with hopeful eyes. I nodded and he picked me up bridal style carrying me to his room. He softly asked me if I wanted him to change my clothes for me or if I wanted to do it. “Will you, please? I’m so tired Derek.” He easily undressed me, completely non-sexual, and redressed me, only taking a moment to make sure my cuts weren’t too extensive, taking his time to view the many scars plastered on my legs. He gently took my hair down, picking me back up and laying me on him.
Derek’s POV
“Hey Y/N,” he began and I acknowledged him with a hum, “I want you to stay here. I know we aren’t dating, but this way if you need me I’m right here.” She looked at me with confusion, reeking of sadness, “Why? Why would you want that? I’m not your problem, I do-“
“You most certainly are not a problem, you’re a person. My person. My heart and my safety. I’m just asking that you let me repay you. Please, baby.”
“Okay, but don’t call me that, I’m not your baby and you’re not going to lead me on Derek. I don’t need your pity. We can stay friends but please don’t, it will make it so much worse.”
My heart sunk. I did all I could think of and I kissed her.
Readers POV
My heart was busting out of my chest. Derek is kissing me. Derek is kissing me. Out of all of the things that could’ve happened tonight, him shunning me, him telling the pack, him hating me or him giving me pity, he kissed me. I kissed him feverishly, hoping it would never end. But I pulled back. “Wh-“ I started but stopped. “I don’t know what it is about you, my pretty Y/N, I don’t know if it’s love but it’s something. Something I’ve never felt with anyone else. I want to help you, not just now, but as long as you’ll let me. You can stay in the other bedroom if you want, that’s okay, we need to take this slow. I want to be your anchor, because you’re mine.” Derek confessed; laid it down on the line for me. I began to cry, “Okay Derek, okay, but we have to take it slow, you’re right. I need help, I admit it. I don’t know that I necessarily want it, but I need it.”
He held me, held me until I stopped crying and fell asleep, held me even when I woke up, held me through me explaining why cutting helped me. He was brilliant to me. Patient with me, understanding, comforting, helped me through my tough times, never judging me for relapses, always calm when he asked me to stop. Never losing composure, taking things slow. Never losing it, never being overbearing. It was going to be okay, I was going to make it. We were.
