#anyway it's 1 AM I'm going to sleep now gn

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I did

[kkuzushi]

KRNDJENSIND words cannot express how happy i am when you wrote my "loving scara in the public restroom" request LIKE— AAAAAA THANK YOU SO SO MUCH

Yes i have came to you with ANOTHER REQUEST— imagine reader being so busy because of assignments and scara is over here being a top 1 student who already finished all his homeworks and gets frustrated(also concerned) with you because he thinks you're so stupid to not know/understand this equation/subject and how you're not sleeping and eating that much. And whenever he offers to help you, you refuse and he gets so frustrated that he started insulting you like crazy and now you two started fighting..... One thing led to another and scara found himself pinned on the bed while getting pounded— and and they are still insulting each other while they're at it

So they're kinda like fighting while making love..............

You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable... But if you do plan on taking this, THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also can I be 🎐 or 💜 anon? (Incase the former has already been taken...)

“ 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆..𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗱 ”

✦ characters: sub!scaramouche x gn!dom!reader

✦ cw: modern college scara, rival-ish, handjob (giving), slight brat taming, slight humiliation, edging, begging, dacryphilia, cock/strap penetration

✦ word count: 2.199k

✦ notes: I may or may not have gotten overboard with this one.. Apologies for the late submission, but yes, you can be my 🎐anon. <3

✦ Part 1 | Part 2

Hell week has arrived at your university which means it's time for endless study sessions in your room like every normal student would do, unless they’re confident with their skills.

And of course, one of those students was Scaramouche—the one who effortlessly reaches the honor list. Seriously, how does he do it? Either way, that should be the least of your problems. You're over competing with him when it comes to academics.

However, the man doesn't seem to get the hint, always disturbing the peace in your shared dorm everytime he sees you going cross-eyed with the learning materials scattered at your work desk.

Scaramouche leans casually against the doorway, watching you silently for a moment as you pore over your notes. A smirk slowly spreads across his face before he speaks, the teasing arrogance evident in his voice.

“Are you stressing over there again?” He crosses his arms, walking closer and peering at your notes. “I could ace this in my sleep. You know, if you're going to work this hard, at least make sure it's worth it.”

His tone softens just slightly as his eyes flicker over your tired expression. “Just go to bed, you won't be able to surpass me no matter how you study anyway.”

You kept your eyes glued to your notes, not allowing the annoying presence beside you to disturb your concentration. “Bold of you to assume I'm studying to ‘surpass’ you,” You responded shortly after.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow—if you weren't studying to surpass him, then why are you working your ass off for this? He wouldn't say you're on the same level of intelligence as him but it's not like you were dumb.

But that's what you two were, right? Academic rivals, or at least, that's what he thought.

“Anyway, could you leave? I need to focus here,” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, remembering he's still in your room.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Scaramouche asks, crossing his arms as he looks down at you with a smirk. “Last time I checked, we share this dorm.”

“This dorm, not this room,” You corrected, clicking your pen. “Now leave, your annoying face is distracting me.”

How rude, he's been doing nothing but ease your mind from the stress you're experiencing. Sure he just teases the hell out of you, but can't you be a little more appreciative?

“You're an ungrateful brat, you know that?” He frowned, snatching a page of your notes from your desk. He hummed, taking a good look at what you've written, though it looked like he's just judging your handwriting.

“Who the hell needs to take notes in math? Just remember the formula and you're good to go,” Scaramouche complained. Was he just sugarcoating the question “are you stupid”? You could almost hear those same exact words in between his statements.

“Well unfortunately, not everyone is like you,” You argued before extending your hand, gesturing for the note he's still holding, “Now give that back.”

Scaramouche hummed, his eyes flickering over to you and the paper he’s holding before his lips curled upwards again. “And if I say no?” He grinned, keeping the item out of your reach.

You could almost feel a vein appear on your forehead—irritation wasn't an unfamiliar feeling when it comes to dealing with your roommate. You pushed yourself up and reached for the paper but Scaramouche was too quick to pull it away.

“Scaramouche!” You called out, the frustration in your tone becoming more apparent. His grin widened, enjoying your helplessness in this situation, “Too slow.”

You make another attempt to reach for it, lunging forward with determination, and to your misfortune, Scaramouche pulls away at the last minute—a sharp, ripping sound coming from the material, tearing down from the middle, leaving the both of you with a piece.

Scaramouche was stunned for a moment, it wasn't part of his plan to rip out your notes. His smirk falters but he composed himself, swallowing the guilt, “That was clearly your fault. If you asked nicely, I would’ve–”

Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself tumbling backwards onto your bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden weight. “Hey–! What the fuck was that for?!” He retorted, supporting himself on his elbows.

You approached him on the bed, one leg sliding in between his, your knee pressing lightly on his crotch. His eyes widened slightly from the contact, but he hid it with a scowl. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked in a low tone.

“You think you can just waltz in here,” You pressed down your knee, feeling his member throb. “Disturb me while I'm studying, then ruin my notes for fun?” You added more pressure, watching his adam's apple bob as he gulped.

“You think I did that on purpose?!” He argued, his cheeks puffing with red tint. The tension’s getting to him and he can't say he doesn’t like it, but that doesn't make it less embarrassing. “I would've given it back if you begged,” He added, grabbing your shoulders to push you away with an obvious half-hearted strength.

“Begging, huh?” A malicious smirk appeared on your lips. Your hand reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his garment that's now outlining a bulge.

“Hey! Don't you dare–” Scaramouche attempts to push your hand away, but you were quick enough to pin his wrists above his head. Now he was fully trapped beneath you, the warmth on his cheeks deepening as he scowled at you.

“Can't you be cooperative for once?” You huffed, now taking his boxers off. He wriggled his hips to make things difficult for you yet it only assisted in removing his garment. His cock springs out, arousal evident with how hard he already got.

You eyed him, watching his reaction once your hand was wrapped around his length, pumping to and fro. The indigo-haired boy bit his lip, suppressing his sounds, though soft whimpers escaped.

“There's no need to be shy.”

“I'm not! You're just bad at giving handjo–ohmmFuHK–♡”

“You talk too much,” You grumbled and picked up the pace. A bead of precum instantly leaked out from the head of his cock, allowing your hand to slide easily on his shaft.

Scaramouche gritted his teeth, unable to protest any longer in fear of moaning accidentally as soon as he opens his mouth. With how vulnerable he felt in this compromising position, he felt himself getting closer to edge, quicker than he usually does.

“Shit– hah.. ‘m gonna..♡” He murmured, closing his eyes as he accepted the inevitable defeat—until your hand stopped, forcing his climax to go back down.

His eyes shot open, not expecting for you to deny him release. “Why’d you stop??” Scaramouche asked frustratedly, his hips bucking to your palm to create friction.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, “You didn't expect to cum so easily, did you?” you teased. A baffled expression appears on the indigo haired man’s face, his eyebrows furrowing down.

“Hm, maybe if you begged,” You cooed, using his previous words against him as you start stroking his cock once more, “I might just consider it.”

His eyes widened a little more, begging? You must be out of your mind if you think you'll get the Scaramouche to beg, much less for a release.

But things aren't working out to his favor. Your hand around the length, the relentless pace returning as his hips snapped from the sensation. Scaramouche could no longer argue; the pressure mounting inside him was too much, threatening to explode once again.

“Too fast– ngh– gonna..! ♡” he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as his body tensed, unable to hold back the impending release. Just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, your hand abruptly stopped again, “Didn't I say you should beg?”

His eyes fluttered open, a mixture of frustration and desperation on his face. “I never agreed to do that,” He huffed, wiggling his wrists out of your grip.

Seems like a simple handjob won't do the trick. Deciding to take it up a notch, you pulled your own pants down. The blush on Scaramouche's face tripled, “What are you planning?” He asked in a sharp tone though he can't deny how his cock throbbed at the sight of your own.

“Don’t play stupid,” You sneered, grinding the head on Scaramouche's ass, pressing your body against his to spread his legs; your free hand moved to his hips, supporting your position.

His eyebrows furrowed further to your comment, lips quivering as he slowly engulfs your length. Once you full bottom out, Scaramouche tried to relax, his breath coming with uneven huffs as he adjusted to the intrusion.

“You look cute underneath me like this,” You teased as you started to thrust into him at a languid pace. A gasp would leave his mouth every time you'd rub him deeply inside—If he could, he'd grab onto you or the sheets to ground himself, but with his wrists still pinned down by your grip, all he could do was accept the sensation.

It wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He's a patient man and you'll start to get needy soon, Scaramouche thinks to himself. Unfortunately, this was a game he was losing. “Would you stop playing around!?” he hissed, the desperation seething with every word.

You kept the agonizingly slow pace, dragging out every second, watching him writhe with need. Every teasing thrust had him gasping, his body trembling with anticipation, yet you refused to give him what he wanted.

Scaramouche's frustration finally reached its peak, patience snapping as he growled through gritted teeth. “If you’re going fuck me, then fuck me properly!” He spat, his indigo eyes narrowing in aggravation. “Or are you so incompetent that you can’t even do this right?” His voice trembled though still attempted to argue.

You raised an eyebrow, your amusement only growing at his outburst. “Bold words,” you smirked, leaning down to kiss his neck, “for someone who’s trembling.”

“Youhnn♡... jerk!” Scaramouche retorted, his voice laced with both frustration and embarrassment as his body trembled beneath yours again. “Fucking brat..” he added, breathless as his chest heaved with every sharp inhale, his emotions threatening to spill over completely.

“Ironic,” You laughed. Scaramouche’s frustration mounted as his head fell back against the pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the watery sensation. He couldn’t stand this anymore. The humiliation, the teasing—it was too much.

“Shut up...” he whispered, voice trembling as tears began to well in the corners of his eyes. His breath hitched, and despite himself, a frustrated sob broke through his chest. “Shut up and just–just fuck me already!” His voice wavered, filled with desperation.

The word left his lips before he could stop it, and the moment it did, Scaramouche’s defiance shattered completely. He was crying now, tears mixing with frustration as his body gave up the fight. “Fuck me properly already.. please..!” He whimpered, the last word coming out unexpectedly.

You didn't think he'd cry from desperation but it was definitely a beautiful sight. Just having the ever so prideful and arrogant Scaramouche trembling, crying, and begging underneath you.. it was like you're on top of the world already.

Finally getting what you wanted, you firmly grabbed his hips and gave him one rough thrust, to which he responded with a choked out gasp. “Like that?” You murmured.

“Yes!♡ Ohngh god.. more! ♡” He moaned, his back arching with how precise your cock has hit his sensitive prostate. You've been teasing and edging him for too long, it feels like he's about to crumble just this very moment.

As you continued fucking his ass with more enthusiasm, Scaramouche could no longer stop his wanton moans. “More, please..hah–♡” He begged though still quite with a demanding tone, “Don't you–mmngh♡♡–dare stop..!”

You feel him slowly tightening around your length, his climax building up once more.

“I'm close–”

“You know what to say.”

“..let me cum.. please–AHnggh!♡♡”

How does the word ‘please’ sound so good from his mouth? It only motivated you to finally let him get his release, pounding him vigorously without a break. The overwhelming sensation has his legs shaking, and with one last scream– “C-Comingghmmm..!!♡♡♡”

Ropes of thick cum shot out, landing on his stomach. He whimpered and panted heavily, all energy he had earlier now extinct. You continued to thrust a little more before your own orgasm joined him, your body slowly collapsing on top of him.

The two of you stayed there, bodies sticking with sweat and other fluids. “I'm still not letting you off the hook about my notes,” you wheezed, managing a tired grin.

“I have some.. in my room,” he muttered, his voice weak and a little hoarse. He was still catching his breath but his usual sharpness had faded, replaced with exhaustion and a hint of embarrassment.

“In math? I thought you didn't need that,” you smirked as you brushed a few strands of hair away from his face. “You better not be lying, or we’ll be doing this all over again.”

Scaramouche let out a quiet scoff, his usual attitude barely making a comeback. “As if you’d complain.”

[vivsteria]

⊹₊⟡⋆ passionate duel ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

⋆｡°✩ a/n: really wanted to make a fic based off this pic, especially with xavi punching poor bunbun in his flower card ㅤpair: xavier x gn! reader

��� warnings: just fluff, not beta read, jealous! xavi hehe

xavier had one enemy.

well, one consistent enemy.

the worst factor was that this wasn't something he could exterminate and get rid of; its hard body wouldn't crumple in on itself and fade into sparkles. if anything, its destroyed body would leave a mountain of evidence that it had been eradicated.

xavier had a great day, really. a mission with you as his partner, easy wanderers to handle (though, no wanderer is a match for him), and after filing the reports and all the paperwork for the mission, you and xavier went to the hotpot restaurant that he had a hefty coupon on. not that it mattered since you had xavier's card in your wallet anyways.

no, this enemy was the opposite of a wanderer.

the inside was hollow, most of it being air and fluff. it had no protocore to fuel it.

the skin was flimsy, he could tear it apart with his bare hands if he really wanted to. it was round, not jagged at all.

its face could intimidate nobody.

it even donned a little bow tie like a true gentleman. which it wasn't.

"starlight," xavier is having a hard stare down with it. his tone of voice being that of no-funny-business! you try your best to hold back your laugh, but the lighter lilt at the end of your voice gives it away, "xavi.".

he can hear the smile in your voice, and it almost deters him. almost.

if its dumb stupid face wasn't staring at him right now.

"starlight," he exhales slowly, "i cannot believe you have another man in your bed."

you sit next to him, fingers gently cupping his face to turn his gaze back to you. "xavi.. you're the one that got him for me."

that fact infuriates him more.

he spent quite a few tokens on this limited time giant bunbun plushie. it was basically half the size of you and dominated your bed. it could be mistaken as a pillow if not for the fact that you somehow laced your arms around its wide middle every night. every night. it even had dents and was flattened from how much you handled him!

"is he your bed warmer?" xavier huffs, causing you to gasp. "don't talk about bunbun like that! he's protecting me from the boogey monster every-night that you aren't here!"

"he's still protecting you even when i am here." his face is still facing you, a palm encased your own to press your hand deeper, though his gaze fitted back to the threat at hand. "starlight, you don't need him when i'm here."

you sigh and press a light kiss on his nose, bringing his eyes back to you. "xavi, seriously.. when i hug him at night, i'm reminded of our date, all our good times.. of us.."

you coo softly, "doesn't he represent us?"

xavier's eyes soften into his iconic puppy eyes that drain any negativity from you. ".. i guess."

"let's sleep now, hm? i promise i won't hug him tonight."

he smiles at that. you hold back on rolling your eyes.

he opens the blanket for you to crawl into the bed before following after you. he gathers you in his arms and sighs deeply into your hair, inhaling your scent. you, in turn, press your forehead into his chest. all is at peace.

but he should've known it wasn't that simple.

he feels you shifting, your arm reaching behind you before going back to its natural position. however, instead of feeling the closeness of you against his chest, he feels something plush.

he looks down and sees a regular sized bunbun.

your eyes are closed, but he can still see the smile creeping in. he swears that regular-bunbun is also teasing him.

xavi - 0 | megabun - 0 | ogbun - 1

⟢ wc: ~600 i'm not one who provoke fandom drama, but the people who think xavi is poor and stingy is really disheartening seeing how mischaracterized he is. canonically mc has his card in her wallet. he also donated his money to fix the subway that he blew up, and he donates a lot to his old university. xavi isn't stingy! sorry, small rant over.

[justanotherfluffreader]

what happens at the sleepover, may not stay at the sleepover

-- in which you let your new friends in on a secret... and xiangli yao hears something he wasn't meant to --

characters -> xiangli yao x gn!reader (ft. chixia, yangyang, baizhi) <-

content -> fluff, lowkey pining <-

warnings -> may be ooc (i only read main questline + moonchasing festival), minor spoilers for moonchasing festival quests, cursing (1 time) <-

wc -> 0.9k <-

a/n -> a random writing i wanted to do to celebrate the moonchasing festival + release of my favorite robot guy :) | reader is a rover insert <-

4:13 AM / Baizhi's apartment / Jinzhou, Huanglong

"Soooooo..." your red-haired friend started, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. You, Yangyang, Chixia, and Baizhi were sprawled out on the floor of Baizhi's bedroom. After hours of laughing, chatting, and typical sleepover activities, the four of you were almost ready to sleep. The sun was going to be up in just over an hour, but a certain Patroller was still full of energy. "Any of you.. ya'know, interested in anyone lately?"

As she said this, you felt a suspiciously sharp gaze coming from across the room. You picked your head up from your pillow, just in time to see Baizhi's eyes shift to stare at the ceiling.

"Hey, what was that about?" you asked, half-joking, but half-serious. "Have something you want to share with the group?"

She shivered. "Please, don't ever say that again. You sounded just like my old professor at the Academy just now."

The four of you laughed, but there was just one thought going through your mind. "Does she know...?"

"Oh, come on! I'm sure at least one of you has your eye on somebody... Yangyang?"

"Um... nobody in particular." Despite having "nobody in mind", her face flushed and a light pink began to appear on her cheeks. Nevertheless, Yangyang had always been somewhat secretive when it came to romance, so you decided to just let her be.

"Baizhi? C'mon, we all saw that look you gave Y/N."

Her long, black hair seemed to ripple as she fervently shook her head. "Don't tell me you're serious. I spend most of my time at the Academy, and falling for a co-worker is just asking for trouble. Besides, there aren't any good options there anyways."

You could feel your eye twitch slightly at her last words. "No good options? Are you sure?"

"Seems like our dear Y/N begs to differ. Go on, surely there must be someone you've got your eye on?" Chixia egged you on.

You sighed. "Fine... if you insist. Have you met Xiangli Yao?"

"WHAT???" the others looked at you in shock, almost screaming.

You looked absolutely mortified. "Keep it down! You're going to wake people up!"

"...He's good, right?"

"You mean the Principal Investigator? How do you know him?" Yangyang wondered aloud.

"Ohh, I get it. Wasn't he that guy you kept talking to at the festival?" Chixia reasoned.

"Yeah... we did meet at the festival. We've been talking for the past few days, and he's been so sweet and caring. He's gentle, and smart, and his voice is so soothing, not to mention his looks..."

You went on and on, and the other three exchanged a knowing glance.

"Oh Y/N... you're so in love with him."

Realizing how much you had been talking, you could feel heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Fuck." You put your head in your hands. "I really do love him."

4:25 AM / Xiangli Yao's apartment / Jinzhou, Huanglong

Finally, it was time for Xiangli Yao to go to sleep. Working on a new research paper, he had been working almost entirely through the night, and by the time he realized the time it was too late to take more than a long nap.

He yawned, shuffling over to the other side of his bedroom to turn off the lights. Sliding into bed, he closed his eyes and prepared to rest. All of a sudden, he heard a shriek from the room below him.

"WHAT???"

...Hm. One of those voices sounded familiar, and that was when it hit him. The room above him belonged to Baizhi, a fellow researcher at the Academy. More importantly to him, though, was that she was one of your close friends since your arrival in Jinzhou. Worried, he sat up, debating whether or not to go check up on her.

"These walls are definitely thin... likely not a sign of danger, Jinzhou is rather safe, perhaps just shock? But at what?"

He would have just gone right back to sleep, had he not heard your voice.

"Keep it down! You're going to wake people up!"

Oh, your voice. He loved the way you spoke, from sweet, rich tone of your voice to the way you pronounced every syllable. Even then, your panicked voice sounded the way honey tastes.

He was intrigued. As much as he scolded himself for being too nosy, he desperately wanted-- no, needed-- to know what sounded like a secret of yours.

Gently pressing his ear to the floor, he tried to listen for a hint as to what you were discussing in the room below.

"...the Principal Investigator?"

That was the moment he realized that you were talking about him. The researcher pushed his head closer into the floor. He reasoned that if you were talking about him, secretly, then perhaps...

Perhaps he really would have a chance.

All throughout the Moon-chasing Festival, you had been by his side, helping him uncover the meaning of people's wishes, including his own. Maybe it was the time you had spent together, or the fact that you now knew so much about him and his life, but he couldn't help but be attracted to you.

He listened closely, pink spreading across his face and heart racing as he heard you ramble about everything about him. By the end of it, Xiangli Yao was lying on the floor with a huge grin on his face.

"Oh, Y/N... if only you knew. I'm in love with you, too."

Part 2? lmk

as always thanks for reading <3

[dwaekkicidal]

Worship.

˚ʚChangbin x Gn!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Making love with and worshiping Seo Changbin. No real plot, just reader spoiling Binnie (like he deserves 🔫).

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: want to say gender neutral but 1 very slight mention of pregnancy so fem!reader just incase, reader is referred to as “Bunny,” a teeny bit angsty; mentions of binnie feeling nervous about his ‘ab’ reveal, oral (m receiving), binnie cries like 1(½) times (im sorry), love making and slow sex (tho the sex itself is super short), creampie (try to pee after sex pls), tiny breeding mention

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: I cant even lie i actually cried multiple times while writing this LMFAOO. 😐 I’m sleep deprived and I get suuuper moody when I am so here we are. anyways.. this was largely inspired by the tummy part i wrote in this, but i got super sappy and was listening to mind numbing, slow love songs while I wrote this so i made it worshiping him in general (i'm not sorry. he deserves all of this and more)

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Your knees were so sore, the soft carpet under you was no longer doing its job in cushioning them from your spot on the floor. But, you’re not sure you would complain even if you were able to. The sight above you was one that you would happily fight every god and goddess for just the chance of seeing again. Changbin was leaned against your bedroom door, shirt bunched up tightly in his hand as he held it to his chest. His jaw is slacked and his eyebrows were knitted together harshly. Your jaw ached at this point, but you were here to prove a point.

You had overheard your boyfriend talking to his members about the recent “Ab reveal” comment he made in a recent SKZCode episode. The members had told him many times that he didn’t actually have to go through with it, that nobody would be mad at him if he decided to not do it. You took it upon yourself to talk to him about this, and when you realized that he was very shy about his tummy compared to his confidence about his biceps, you realized you had some work to do.

So, being the good lover that you are, you dropped to your knees and promised to prove to him just how sexy all of him was. And that’s how you got here. Now, focusing back on your goal you simply sunk farther onto his dick, humming against his sensitive tip as it hit the back of your throat.

“H-Holy shit… Bunnyy-”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and the hand in your hair tightened. His hand held you there for a few seconds until you gagged against him, then he finally pulled you off slightly. You could feel his legs start to shake under your palms as you returned to your previous pace, the pleasure was getting too much and you could easily tell how close he was when he whined so prettily. You hastily get back to work and use your hands on his thighs as leverage, bobbing your head forward and backwards with a strong desire to please him.

“Fuck! God, you’re so good to me, Bunny. What did I do to deserve you.” Your eyebrows furrow in a glare up at him before you lightly graze your teeth against his length as punishment, not enough to actually hurt him badly but just enough to remind him what this was all about in the first place. “A-AH! S-Sorry!”

You felt his hips stutter and you take that as the only warning besides his pitching moans, so you pull off so only his tip rests against your tongue and suck. Your hands move to quickly pump the rest of his length, paying extra attention to the sensitive underside, as he rides out his high. The hand in your hair moves to hold a deafening grip on his hip, he’s trying his hardest to not let out a pornographic moan as his hips buck uncontrollably into your mouth. His eyes stayed on the scene in front of him for as long as they could before they slammed shut from how overwhelming it all was.

Once his hips cease their movements, and are instead replaced with little convulses from sensitivity, you pull away and leave a soft kiss to his tip. A shaky laugh is pulled from him in pure disbelief of the intensity of the orgasm you just gave him. He goes to pull you up but you smack his hand away, opting to stay on the floor and litter kisses along his thighs. They trail unbearably slowly; up his thighs to his pelvis before trailing up to his stomach. You stay there for a while, appreciating the area with soft pecks of adoration and nibbles just to tease a little.

It was uncomfortable to crouch at this angle, but you needed your point to be proven. You needed this man to understand just how sexy he was to you. Just how fucking insane he drove you by merely breathing the same air as you. You were obsessed with your Seo Changbin, and honestly who could blame you? He was the hottest man in the universe. Very silly but serious when needed, he treated you like royalty even in front of his friends and family, and he communicated his feelings like you’d never seen before. He was everything a woman could ask of a man, and you felt it was your only goal in life to make sure he knew it.

After getting lost in your thoughts, you return to your endeavor and rise up to his chest. It was still rising up and down from his frantic breaths, but you ignored the chance to tease him over it and instead placed soft kisses to his pecs. You’re moving up again and linger at his neck, nibbling it softly and leaving hickies that you know would unfortunately fade by morning. When you finally reach his face, you hover mere millimeters away and take in his expression. He’s an absolute mess.

His breath still hasn’t returned to him, but this time it was prevented by the overwhelming tenderness being physically given to him. Something he’s never experienced on this level before. You almost feel guilty that you didn’t show him sooner, but before you can think too much into it you pull yourself together. He lets out strangled noises as you place kisses on his cheeks, then forehead, and finally his nose. You can only assume the noises are from the lack of your lips on his, but when you pull away to do so you realize you were wrong. You’re met with a heart-rending scene.

His pretty dark eyes are watery, and some tears have already fallen along the cheeks you just pressed your lips to. Your expression must show obvious surprise cause he frowns and more tears fall. His lips part as if he was going to speak up but you hush him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you finally place your lips to his. His hands plant themselves on your hips, he squeezes them a little roughly but you know it's to mentally ground himself so complaining doesn’t even cross your mind.

You two stay like this for some time, lips locked in a slow and passionate make out session, hands holding each other as close as physically possible. You finally pull away after some minutes, resting your forehead against his as you both stare lovingly into each other's eyes. The tears finally stopped falling but his eyes are still very glossy.

Your soft voice finally breaks the silence, as much as you want to continue your efforts, his well being is a million times more important. “You ok Binnie?” He takes a deep breath and chooses to nod instead of speaking up. You giggle and place kisses along his cheek again, giving him time to collect himself and finish catching his breath.

When he finally returns to his normal self he nuzzles himself into your neck and places his own kisses there. “Doing that to me during post nut clarity was so mean, Bunny. I’m gonna get you back for that tomorrow.” You laugh and pull away, bombarding his lips with soft kisses as a silent apology.

When you pull away, he speedingly kicks his pants away and tugs desperately at your shirt, “Why am I the only one naked, Bunny..” You smile and mumble an apology, tearing your clothes off before letting him lead you to the bed. You straddle him the second he lays down and his hands grab at the bottom of your ass cheeks, wanting to lift you so he can swap positions, but before he can do it you push his hands away. He gives you a confused pout as you push him down to lay on the bed, hovering yourself over his dick and leaning forward to press more kisses to his collarbone.

“Mmm.. ‘already told you I wanna spoil you tonight, Binnie. If you let me, I just wanna worship you for a bit..” He bites his lip and nods. “I promise if we do a round two I’ll let you take control. But, for now, let me spoil my God-like boyfriend to make up for all the other chances I missed.” He groans and throws his arms over his head, freeing his hold on you to let you take the reins.

He feels you smile into his skin and it manages to give him butterflies. He quickly gets lost in thought when you bury him in another pile of kisses. At this moment in time he’s finally realizing just how tightly he’s wrapped around your finger. The boys have teased him over it for months but he never fully saw it until now. He fears that if you would ask him to set the world on fire, he wouldn’t hesitate. It’s normally scary to love somebody that much. But as your kisses move between his neck, his pecs, his biceps, and his tummy… All he feels is pride. The man before you realizes in this very moment that he is in so much deeper than he thought he was.

It’s when you’re finally sinking down on him that he distances from these thoughts surrounding his newfound awareness. He lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of you wrapped around him, and another at the sight of his beautiful Bunny sitting so prettily on his dick, biting their lip and looking down at him with such warmth in their eyes.

And you? You’re met with the sight of your beautiful boyfriend, the man you would drop everything in the world to marry and run away with, if he so asked. The man who does everything in his power to make you happy. The man who would, and has, done everything physically possible to keep you safe from the dangers outside of your shared apartment. As you grind down on him, you start to slip into your own thoughts. But the shine of his eyes starting to water again has you immediately stop your movements in worry.

But when the moans from him were replaced with whines and a distressed pout, you couldn’t dare to bring yourself to deny him of what he wants. Your hips start to lift and drop you onto him slowly. The two of you would normally be fucking like rabbits, but after everything that just happened there’s a silent agreement to take it slower tonight.

His hands grip tightly to your hips, helping you in the up and down movements as you lean down to be chest to chest with him. Your eyes lock and stare into one another’s for a few seconds before you fold first, leaning further into him for a kiss. Your movements would have stopped completely if it wasn’t for his hands doing the work now, grinding you against him slowly. The tears in his eyes finally go away just in time for him to watch you pull away, leaning back up to continue towards your goal. Then, just like earlier, you lose yourself in efforts to please him and love on him. Your hips slap against each other in a slow rhythm that still gets the job done.

When he feels you clenching harder and notices your hips moving more messily, he moves his hands to grab your wrists and starts to thrust his hips up to meet yours. The fingers on both of your hands interlace with both of his, and this is how the two of you finish. Eyes, hands, and bodies locked together. When you don’t move to pull off him, he feels his chest swell with even more pride. However, this time caused by the split second idea of starting a family with you. The thought of settling down has crossed his mind before, but when you’re cumming like that above him after worshiping every inch of his skin you could get your hands on, the idea very quickly imprints itself into his brain.

You ride him for a little longer to make the highs last as long as possible, and when it's finally over, the two of you sit there in silence to catch your breaths. His hands grab your forearms to hold you in place as he sits up, then pulls you into another desperate but passionate kiss.

The two of you lay together; bodies tangled and lips locking together.

When he doesn’t lean back in for another kiss, and instead just stares at you with a smile on his face, you can tell he’s lost in thought. But based on the smile, you leave it be and just smile back. On his side of things, he decided to poke at you tomorrow to ask where this all came from all of the sudden. In the meantime though, he just lies and enjoys your warmth, reveling in the new objective he has for his life. The once comforting silence is broken when he mindlessly speaks about this new goal in his mind.

“Bunny?”

“Yes baby?”

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Nobody perceive me. I'm in shambles.

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[artistsfuneral]

Silco & Reader - in which GN!Reader owns a Cleaning Company that is known for looking the other way - read full on ao3 - p.1 - p.2 - p.3

Two nights later, there's another knock on the door. You peel yourself out of bed, grab your machete and rhythmically undo your locks. Sevika stares back at you as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Same thing again,” she states and you hum in understanding. The bags under her eyes are darker than usually.

Neither of you bothers with words as she leads you back to the safe house. You can't help the big yawn that escapes you as you stumble up the stairs of the safe house. Sevika mimics it just a couple of moments later. It occurs to you then, that she definitely shouldn't be traversing through the undercity in the middle of the night, not after she just had been in an explosion big enough to not only tear down a cannery, but also wounding her this gravely. Sure, shimmer is an amazing drug if used right and she certainly doesn't look bed bound to you, but you still think she'd be better off resting. “Are you alright, Sevika?”

Your question earns you a wordless scoff. It's her attempt of coming across as fine as always, but you know her better than that. You also know how much it takes to run a successful business in the undercity and that some sacrifices are a necessary evil. Sometimes rest just isn't possible. “Let me know if you need anything,” you say nonetheless. Sevika is obviously too proud to take your offer, but that doesn't mean you're not willing to put in on the metaphorical table.

Silco doesn't greet you at the door this time, not that you expected him to, now that it's clear to him that you'll keep your mouth shut. You find him in the living room, once again staring down at a stack of papers and deep in concentration. Little Blue is on the couch too, though this time she's sitting on the other end of the deep red velvet, as far away from Silco as possible. Her knees are pressed against her chest and her arms are tightly wound around her shins, fingernails digging into the fabric of her shirt. “I'm sorry,” she mumbles as soon as you enter the room. Something in your heart twists.

You shouldn't get involved. As far as Silco is concerned, you shouldn't even know the girl exists. But once again her eyes are red and puffy from crying and she can't really meet yours as she tries to make herself as small as possible. You get involved.

Setting your bag down at the entrance, you make your way across the room, not bothering to look at Silco, as you sit down in front of the couch, mimicking her position by pulling your knees close to your chest and placing your head on your crossed ams. “Why are you apologizing, little Blue?” You keep your voice low but steady, giving her your full attention. “Because I wet the bed,” she whispers, her own voice a barely audible mumble that's directed more at her knees than you. You hum in understanding.

“Did you do it on purpose?”

Her eyes snap up immediately, “What? No!”

“Then it was an accident. Accidents aren't your fault, as long as you don't cause them on purpose.”

“Oh.” Some sort of understanding crosses her face. There's a far away look in her eyes as she stares right past you, hand coming up to her mouth to bite onto the knuckle of her finger. “I didn't mean to,” she says and you're quite sure she's not talking about tonights accident. “I know,” you assure her anyways.

You take the end of your little conversation as your cue to go to work. As you get up from the floor your eyes automatically glance over to where Silco is sitting just to find the man staring at you intensely. But when you make a questioning face at him he says nothing and returns to his own work instead.

Again there isn't much to say about your work. You methodically strip the bed, clean the mattress and prepare some fresh bedding for the rest of the night. Easy, uncomplicated, just the way you like it.

Sevika knocks on your door the very next night.

You wake up exhausted and terribly annoyed at yourself for running your own company. You answer the woman standing outside of your apartment with a loud grumble and start to pry yourself out of bed. Which is a lot more difficult this time around since you not only have to untangle your tired limbs from your blanket but also your rather clingy, still asleep, best friend. After having had so little sleep this past week and the constant reminder of your empty bed due to little Blue's mishaps, you had felt rather lonely and asked your friend over in hopes of a good night's rest. No such luck though.

You're tired enough that you don't bother with your door machete and fumble multiple times with the locks as you do your best to open your door. For a moment you're concerned about the fact that Sevika is showing a lot more patience than usually, but when you finally manage to open the door you can see why that is. The bags under her half-lidded eyes are just as dark as your own. The two of you stare at each other in a moment of silent camaraderie and then her gaze falls down and she grins lazily at you. “You're not wearing a shirt.” Your chin falls to your sternum as you look down at your own chest. “I am not,” you say dryly.

“You should probably go put on a shirt before going to the bossman,” she recommends just as dryly before letting out a jaw-cracking yawn that you mimic unintentionally. Her eyes don't move from your shirtless body. “Probably,” you agree. There's a pause in your conversation, where you just stare at each other in silence. Then Sevika and you start to giggle hysterically. Tears shoot into your eyes and you have to hold onto the already wobbly door frame as to not topple over. Sevika isn't fairing any better. She's clutching onto her injured side, ringing for breath as she tries her hardest not to fall to the floor.

Only when your neighbors start pounding against their walls are you able to pull yourself back together. Despite none of them being able to see it you raise your middle finger towards their apartments and grin at your own actions. “What a rebel you have become,” Sevika jokes at your action and you roll your eyes at her in return. “Shut up,” you say with no heat in your voice, “and go home Sevika, you look like shit.”

“Aren't you a charmer?”

“I mean it, you look like you're about to be pushed into the Pilt by a slight breeze. Go home, sleep through the night. I can find my way to the apartment and I am sure your boss can fend for himself for one night,” you argue, careful of your choice of words, just in case one of your neighbors has decided to listen in on your conversation. The defeated sigh the woman in front of you lets out, speaks for her exhaustion. “It'll be okay,” you offer and watch her walls crumble. “I hate it when you're right,” Sevika groans and nudges her fist against your shoulder in a sign of friendship. You send her another smile and wave her off, returning back into your apartment to get your stuff and maybe put on a shirt.

Your friend is still lying in bed, curled up under the blankets and looking all cozy and comfortable. You’d give a lot to join them right now, but sadly your sense of duty has long since been drilled into you by the undercity itself. Never say no to a paying job.

You carefully step over the assortment of clothes and the pair of shoes that doesn’t belong to you as they sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about, just work stuff,” you answer as honestly as you can without breaking your policy.

“Again? They’re not paying you enough for this.”

You snort at that, remembering the leather pouch you have tucked away in a loose floor tile in your office at the shop. “Believe me, they are.” Rummaging through your tiny excuse of a closet, you find a shirt to pull over your head and then decide that your sleep pants work well enough. It’s not like you’re trying to impress anyone. And it’s late. And even if anyone would care enough to critique your choice of clothing, you’re honestly too tired to care. Your friend falls back into bed, watching you slip into your boots. “Will you stay here until I’m back?” you ask them, feeling kind of bad for leaving them alone at your place, especially after they went out of their way to comfort you. “There is absolutely no way I am moving again until the sun has been up for at least a couple of hours.”

You smile. “I will try not to be too long, then. Remember to lock the door behind you, alright?” They huff out a breath in amusement. It’s not like anyone in the undercity is stupid enough to leave their door open. Especially not at night.

Now that you are familiar with the situation waiting for you at the safe house, you allow yourself the privilege of taking your time to go over the contents of your bag before heading out. And it’s good that you do so, because otherwise you would have forgotten about the mattress protector you bought yesterday after having nodded off twice at work. As you roll it up to stuff it into your bag with your other supplies, your gaze flickers to the small package that’s lying on your chipped kitchen counter. You hesitate for a moment, inner voice telling you that you really shouldn’t get involved into Silco’s affairs and that you’ve done so more than enough already, by speaking so openly with little Blue, but then you remember how she had looked at you like a kitten left out in the pouring rain and decide that Silco can look for a new cleaner, should he have anything to say about your behavior.

It’s foggy when you step outside and you take a moment to get used to the sight. Your apartment building is pretty far away from the river, so fog doesn't reach these streets often. It makes your surroundings look a bit eerie, a bit mysterious. The fog is cold and damp, leaving you jealous of your best friend who can bury themselves back under the warm blankets of your bed. In an attempt to stop yourself from going back inside, you tell yourself, that in Zaun, it’s the little things that matter and try to enjoy the way the fog holds onto the rainbow lights from your favorite sign across the street. The sensation of walking through a prism of colorful lights doesn’t last long, but by the time you walk into one of the undercity’s many dark alleys, you feel a bit more motivated. A bit lighter, perhaps. You chuckle at your terrible pun and head for the safe house.

By the time you reach the hidden door to the staircase, your hands are freezing and you fumble a few times as you try to turn the knob. You muse about the pros and cons of having a door with a knob rather than a handle for a safe house. Imagining different scenarios of leaving and entering the house in a rush, you decide that a knob is probably more difficult to deal with if stressed or compromised than a handle which would make the place more secure should anyone try to enter, but would also mean that getting out could take up precious time. Yeah... You are sleep deprived.

Trudging up the stairs you are once again surprised by the unexpected, when the upper door opens and a familiar blue haired girl comes rushing down to meet you halfway. She calls out for you, loud and happy, no trace left of the shy kid who, just yesterday, wasn’t able to meet your eyes. “I drew a picture for you!” she exclaims full of honest, far too sweet excitement. It catches you off guard, that pure sort of affection only a child can offer. “You did? That is so kind of you. Would you like to show me?”

“Of course! It’s for you, silly,” she declares and takes hold of your arm. Little Blue drags you up the rest of the stairs, happily chattering away about anything and everything that comes to her mind. In the short time it takes for her to lead you into the otherwise empty living room, you learn what she had for breakfast and dinner, that her favorite colors are pink and blue, that she thinks Silco doesn’t have enough colored pencils and that the man works too much. She’s an absolute delight.

The coffee table has been transformed into a makeshift art station, with papers strewn about and a hilarious arrangement of several black and blue pens as if collecting enough of them would magically change their colors. A pair of scissors that looks a bit too sharp to be considered safe for children lies next to heap of paper snippets and a cut out paperman chain. “Have you been waiting long?” You ask while she settles down on the floor in front of the table. She looks up at you with a big smile and shakes her head, “No, not long, I’ve been drawing before bed.” You hum in understanding and sit down next to her. She’s such a lovely child, a couple of minutes spend with her before you start cleaning will hardly affect your work. And surely Silco won’t mind. So far, he’s been pretty forthcoming regarding your interactions with little Blue. You can't imagine him suddenly changing his mind and beheading you for being nice to the girl.

“Here, this one is for you,” she says and holds up the drawing she made for you. You gasp, “Is that me? That’s amazing!” You're not lying. You don't remember much of your own childhood drawings, but you can say with confidence that they were never that good. “Yes! That's you,” little Blue explains happily as she points to the big figure in the middle that resembles you rather well and then moves to the other figure, “And that's me and I'm holding a spray can and I'm drawing on that wall and then you use your mop to wipe the colors all over the wall so it's colorful and then I can paint a big painting on it. Oh, and that's my monkey bomb!” Now that she's explained it you can see the wall the two figures are painting on. You are holding your mop up high while little Blue has a spray can in her hands and is drawing what could certainly be interpreted as a monkey. “I love it, little Blue. Would you be willing to give it to me so I can hang it up in my room?”

You watch her eyes widen, “You'd hang it up?”

“Of course! This is so pretty, it needs to be displayed.” Her face lights up like a thousand suns and you know you made the tight choice. “I will draw you a second one too! And then you can- Silco!” One moment she's reaching for pen and paper, the next she's on her feet and halfway across the room, throwing herself at the man who just entered the living room. “You're back! I missed you,” little Blue declares with an accusing tone as she wraps her arms around Silco's waist and stares up at him like the man hung the stars into the sky just for her. “I was only gone for an hour, Jinx,” he says in a slightly chiding voice.

Something in your brain stumbles over the word 'Jinx' only for you to realize that it's the first time you've heard little Blue's name. Silco, who was so adamant about making sure you would be keeping your mouth shut had just used her name in your direct vicinity.

Something has changed.

Not exactly between you and Silco, although it can't be a coincidence that he seems to be so casual about you alone in a room with Jinx But no, you were no fool. Something regarding the girl's situation must have changed. Loose ends tied up, a dispute settled, an obstacle cleared.

Silco's eyes meet yours and your name slips from his lips, “Good evening.”

So not only are you now allowed to know little Blue's name, he's also being awfully polite to you.

“Good evening,” you reply just as politely, “I send Sevika home before getting here. She wasn't doing so good and I assumed you'd manage for the rest of the night.” You voice the last part as a question, even though the both of you know there's really nothing to do about it now. Silco raises his right eyebrow at you. “I'll manage,” he says, words coming out just a bit too pronounced. You're still kneeling on the floor in front of the coffee table turned art station, so when he steps towards you, you have to raise your chin a little to look up at him. “How come I always find you on your knees?” He asks. His voice, smooth and steady, carries amusements and something... more. Something that has your heart jumping inside your chest.

You lick your lips. “It kind of comes with the job description.”

“Spend a lot of time polishing floors, do you?” And that- You're not imagining that. There's no way Silco doesn't know what he just implied. A sudden grin spreads across your lips. Pride swells inside your chest as you realize that the Eye of Zaun just flirted with you. The Eye of Zaun. Flirted. With you.

“Sure,” you keep your voice light, sly, “Among other things.”

His face twitches at your blatant audacity to flirt back. It's minuscule, but you see it. His voice is suddenly darker, his head rises and falls a bit to the side. He’s considering you, as he speaks, “Careful, pet. Wouldn't want you to say something you can't take back.” There’s a hint of a warning in his tone, a warning that is supposed to remind you of who he is. Which is ridiculous since the days of the chem-barons scaring you are long since over. They depend on you as much as you depend on them. You remind him of that fact by bringing up a point from your conversation a couple of days ago, “I thought we agreed upon me not knowing what we're talking about?”

He visibly leans back at your innocent voice. Oh, this is fun.

“You're being weird,” little Blue suddenly interrupts the two of you. Her eyes flicker from Silco to you and back and the look on her face is a mix of confusion and mild disgust that has you snorting out a loud laugh. “I'm afraid that what happens when you get older, little Blue.” With that the spell between you and Silco is broken and you move to get up. Right on cue, your knees crack. “You get old and grouchy and all your conversations suddenly sound weird. If I’m not careful I’ll soon be standing on the street corner, needing your help to cross it.” Jinx giggles at the mental image you just created, “You’re not that old.”

“Why, thank you for the compliment, little Miss Blue. I will try to remember that on my way home.”

Talking to Jinx like this is nice. She was terribly sweet too, when she still had trouble meeting your eyes, but the easy banter she’s now comfortable with, is a more than welcome change. You can already tell that she’s going to be a clever one once she’s grown.

“Which reminds me,” you turn back to the crime lord, “I brought a mattress protector with me. So, if there’s any more nightmares, you can just strip the whole thing off and give it a good wash in the morning.” You didn’t expect to hear any protest, but the loud inhale of breath coming from Jinx definitely sounds like one. “Does that mean you won’t be coming over anymore?” Despite only having met you three times in total she sounds weirdly horrified at the idea. You should be flattered, you think, that the girl already seems to like you so much, but then you remember that she has repeatedly lost everyone she’s loved and cared for and her reaction isn’t quite as wholesome anymore. Suddenly the way little Blue has been clinging to Silco, a man she probably hasn’t known for all that long, makes a lot more sense. It’s a rather sobering thought.

“We can still spend time together, sweetheart,” you are quick to reassure her, “I will still be cleaning for Silco and you can come and visit me at my shop whenever you feel like it. I just brought it with me so in case another accident happens you don’t have to worry about the mattress getting dirty. You can just pull everything off and go right back to sleep.”

You can tell that little Blue isn’t a hundred percent satisfied with your answer, but she’s being very brave about it. The living room falls silent. Neither you nor Silco say anything while Jinx is staring at her socked feet, thinking hard about what you said. Eventually, she raises her head again and looks at you. Her voice is much more subdued than it was when you first arrived, but she’s meeting your eyes when she asks, “Can I still draw a second picture for you?”

Your chest expands almost painfully with how big the breath is you take to steady yourself. “A second picture to go with the first one would make me very happy,” you say full of determination and watch her smile at you hesitantly.

One more time you head into the bedroom Jinx occupies and silently criticize just how impersonal it feels as you remove the old sheets. You scrub the mattress clean, satisfied that you can’t find any stains left behind from your previous visits and remove extra moisture by petting the spot down with a clean towel. You place the mattress protector next to the usual pile of fresh blankets and pillows and while you’re at it also fold the heap of new clothes that were rather carelessly thrown into a basket by the door.

Once again, it does not take you long to finish your job and you find yourself back in the living room where a much happier Jinx proudly presents you with the promised drawing. It’s just as nice if not even a bit better than the first one and you appropriately gush over the three figures that she explains are you, her and Silco on top of a building in the Lanes. The tiny rendition of Silco has you smiling and you vow to the girl that you’ll hang up both drawings in your room at a spot where you will see it every day. While she doesn’t need to know that your apartment is small enough that you’d be able to see her pictures no matter where you’d hang them up, you’re still planning on putting some effort into the gesture. You’ve never tried if your paper-thin walls are strong enough to hold picture frames, but you have a feeling that you’re about to figure it out.

As you carefully place the two drawings into your bag, your fingers graze the small package you almost didn’t bring with you tonight. Now, though, you’re glad you did. “Hey, little Blue? I have a small present for you.” That immediately catches her attention. Hers and Silco’s.

“For me? You do? What is it?”

You laugh and hand over the small package. She reaches for it full of childish joy and rips into it as you explain, “They’re little plastic stars that you can glue to the walls and ceiling of your room. If they’ve been exposed to sunlight, they glow in the dark.” Jinx lets out a shrill tone of excitement as the first stars appear in her hands. She runs into you with full force, repeatedly thanking you over and over again before running straight into her bedroom. Her happiness is contagious and you make no attempts to hide your smile as you turn back to Silco. “I had the same once as a kid,” you explain, “they used to be rare back then. Now you can get them at almost every shop that has kid stuff, but to me they’re still something special.”

He regards you for a moment. “I’ll have Sevika add it to your payment.”

“What?” You huff out a laugh, “Don’t be ridiculous. They’re hardly expensive and besides, they’re a gift. It wouldn’t be right if you paid me for them.” He does a little thing with his head that could be considered a movement of acceptance or thoughtfulness. Either way he doesn’t argue with you, so you’ll take it as a success. “Hey, um...” you stop yourself before you even really start to voice your thought. You shouldn’t interfere any more than you already did. The annoying little voice in the back of your head reminds you of the fact that you’re nothing more than the cleaner. But you’re already in too deep, aren’t you? “Listen, I know this is none of my business and you are, in fact, kind of paying me to stay out of your business. But...” Why is this suddenly so difficult? Why does the perfectly neutral look on his face suddenly feel so off putting? “It’s just that- Little Blue is a great kid and as much as I am totally for coming over every couple of days to get paid for a five to ten minute job anyone could do, you might want to think about redecorating her room.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a nice room, don’t get me wrong. It’s just not exactly... made for a child her age. And if she’s staying around she might want something more personal? It would probably help with the nightmares too, to wake up in a room that feels more like it could be a home.”

When you finally have the courage to look up at his face your heart stops.

He’s looking annoyed, angry. His eyebrows are knitted together in a deep frown and the corners of his mouth are pulled down. Fuck. That’s not good. You overstepped.

“You’re right,” he says and somehow you know exactly where this is going, “it’s none of your business.” Your stomach sinks. “I’m sorry.”

“She will not stay in that room much longer, anyways.” It’s cryptic. It’s lacking information and it’s a warning all in one sentence. You can take a hint.

You put on a fake smile to say your goodbyes to little Blue, promising her one more time to hang her drawings in your apartment and then you’re out the door, down the stairs and standing in the rubble of the empty first floor of the safe house. You take in a shuddering breath and look up at the dirty ceiling. There’s a rather big spot from some sort of water leakage and somehow the sight makes you incredibly angry. Your hand clenches around the strap of your bag and your face goes through several stages of ugly grimaces before you’ve pulled yourself together again.

You leave.

You sleep curled up in your bed next to your best friend. You go through your day. You sleep.

Days pass and Sevika doesn’t show up again.

Nobody wakes you up in the middle of the night. You got what you wanted.

Three weeks pass before you see little Blue again. You’re having lunch at your favorite food stall when she comes running straight at you and throws her arms around you like no time has passed at all. She smiles at you with the strength of a thousand suns and as you feel your heart lighten you come to understand that things will be okay.

THE END :)

[kopivie]

trick-or-treat.

# — pairing: spidey!kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, spider-man!kazuha

# — warnings: a little suggestive.

# — tags: fluff, kisses (bc who am i if not a madman for kisses), mild hurt/comfort, BANTER YIPPEE!!, this is zuzu's way of making up for the fact that he all but forgot kazuha's birthday, apology fic

# — notes: (PLEASE READ!!) this is... not at all what i intended to do. it's 1:30 am and i just came down from a much needed high. as my head cleared, i noticed that this fic was like, riddled with flaws, but i feel too good about this to second guess it and feel bad. anyways, this is heavily inspired by this fic that 🎻 anon sent in my asks, as well as a follow-up to this fic i wrote on @awlumii last year on kazuha's birthday. i hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! i could really use some feedback.

✦ — 🎃 — ✦

There's a knock on your door. You stare at the entry to your apartment and think: "How mean would it be if I ignored them right now?"

In your defense, you've been giving out candy all day. All. Day. You figured that there would at least have been a lull in the early afternoon since children had school to attend, but no — you've been giving out candy to all ages from as early as 10:30 this morning. It's a good thing you stocked up on candy late last month, otherwise you would've had to ruin the days of some very enthusiastic trick-or-treaters. So after setting aside a bucket full of your favorites and giving out the leftovers until about 10 at night, you finally thought yourself ready to curl up on your bed with your softest blanket. You were halfway to dreamland when some monster started pounding on your door.

(So maybe you're exaggerating a little. But who could blame you? You're tired and you want to sleep.)

And so, here you sit, your legs half-tangled in your weighted fleece blanket as you glare at your door and hope that your unwanted visitor is telepathic and gets the message that you want them to leave. Scram! you think. You raise your voice in your head. Get out of here. Shoo! Begone!

…They knock again. (Kind of a dick move if they can read minds.)

The groan you let out is obnoxiously loud and is most definitely heard by whoever is on the other side of the door. You hoist yourself to your feet and trudge to the door, but you don't open it quite yet. Judging by the fact that this person has yet to say anything, you figure that they're old enough to know when their presence is not welcome and left.

Wrong. You're too optimistic. They knock again.

You sigh and once again, hope that the sound carries through the door. "Who is it?" You try to make yourself sound as unfriendly as possible. Considering how cranky you are, you don't have to try very hard.

"Trick-or-treat..?" The voice on the other side is muffled by the door, but also by something else. Fabric, probably. All you know is that their voice is deep enough to be an adult's.

You click your tongue. "Trick." You almost snicker. It's a little refreshing not doling out treats for once. "Go home."

"Can I at least give you a treat?" The person asks.

You blink. They didn't leave? "Pretty sure that's not how it works," you reply. "I give you treats and you… I dunno, TP my house or something."

"Yeah, well," the person at the door chuckles, "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say 'trick', either. Since you're breaking the rules, it's only fair that it's my turn, right?"

Well… Shit. They have a point.

Impressed by the stranger's reasoning, you hum. "Fine. Let me find my costume." You turn to gather your costume and notice that you can't find the full thing. You were so eager to get to bed that you didn't hesitate to drop the thing in the wash. Not wanting to make the stranger wait too long, you improvise. You blindly grab the mask and the blue throw blanket you have folded up on your couch and tie it around your shoulder like a cape. It's a shitty excuse for a costume, but you reason that your exhaustion is a good excuse. You swing open the door and cross your arms over your chest. "Alright, what do you got for-- Oh."

Standing on the other side of your door is none other than Spider-Man himself. The two of you stand in silence as you take in each other's appearances. Then, after what feels like forever, he speaks. "So… a cape, huh?"

You don't hesitate — you grab your door and swing the thing shut as fast as you can, but Spider-Man is faster, catching the door in his gloved hand. You turn your back to him. The mask is obscuring his face, but you already know what expression he has underneath. "Don't say a word." You warn him.

Spider-Man pays you no mind. You can feel him lifting your 'cape' as he inspects it. "Hmm… capes are kinda aerodynamic, but considering how dirty my enemies fight, I don't think that's a very good design choice." You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. "I'll give it a five out of ten."

"I said shut it!" You snatch your blanket out of his hands and march further into your apartment with Spider-Man's laughter following at your back. He walks inside and the door shuts behind the two of you. "Get the fuck out, webhead," you seethe. Your voice trembles with shame. "I didn't invite you in."

Spider-Man just walks around you to look you in the eye. "Come now, lovebug," he tilts your chin up with a finger, "you look cute wearing my mask."

You grumble and push his hand away as you struggle for words. You want to say something like, "this isn't what it looks like!" to try and save face, but there's no point in trying. This is exactly what it looks like.

Because the mask you'd been wearing for Halloween -- and the mask you haphazardly thrown on moments ago -- was none other than Spider-Man's mask.

To be fair, these things were a dime a dozen. The people of this city adore the vigilante. It was only natural that kids and adults alike would want to pretend to be him for a day, even if they had no powers like him. You're not exactly one of those people — you've seen firsthand just how brutal Spider-Man's job can be. You wouldn't trade your life for his even if you were offered money. But as you stared at the costume while shopping, you couldn't help yourself. There were obviously cooler, much more interesting costumes to choose from but this one just… called to you.

Hindsight is 20/20, after all. You should've ignored that calling.

Spider-Man takes your chin in his fingers and shakes your head side to side. "I never knew you liked me so much, lovebug. I'm touched."

You scoff. "Don't be."

"Y'know, if you wanted to wear my mask so badly, you could've just asked." Spider-Man leans in and presses a clothed kiss to your cheek. You consider yourself lucky; he can't possibly feel the burn of your cheeks through all that fabric.

You stammer. "Ha-ha. Very funny."

"What? I'm sure I have a back up somewhere." He eyes you for a moment. "You'd look good in it."

Against your will, you wonder if he's saying that he wants you to wear his clothes. Would he ever actually loan you clothes that he's worn? The thought makes your face burn hotter. "Why are you here?" You ask. Anything to change the topic.

Spider-Man chuckles, but plays along. "I haven't swung by in a few days," he says, "so I figured I'd try and surprise you as a trick-or-treater." He shrugs. "I wanted to do some reverse psychology thing where I could trick you into thinking I was just some guy in a costume so you would give me candy."

You process his words for a second. "Okay, first of all, you already are a guy in a costume."

He visibly deflates and places a hand over his chest. "Ouch, lovebug. What if you hurt my feelings?"

"Second of all," you continue, "do you have any idea how many Spider-Men I've seen today?"

"...Is that a serious question?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess twelve."

You pause. You actually aren't even sure if that's the right number or not. You lost count after three hours of giving out candy to cute kids.

"Am I right?" He asks.

"Who knows?"

Spider-Man huffs. "If there's that many of us around, then what am I even here for?" You giggle at his petulant behavior, and he makes another breathy sound, reminiscent of a stifled laugh. "Did you treat them the same way you treat me?"

"What?" His question takes you off-guard for a moment. You chortle. "Oh, definitely."

"You gave them band-aids and kicked them out, too?"

"Mhm." You cross your arms. "Just slapped a few on some pretend wounds and told them to get the fuck off my property."

The two of you laugh together for a moment. Once the laughter dies down, Spider-Man tugs at your cheek for a brief second. You let him get away with it for now. "You're so cute." He sighs and you can hear something somber enter his tone. "I was worried about you. It's been a week since I've seen you."

It has been a week, hasn't it? You may have been swamped with work at the hospital, but there was never a night that you didn't find yourself waiting on your balcony like an idiot in this chilly weather. You had faith that he was okay — the Daily Bugle printed something new about the "masked menace" every day this past week — but that didn't stop you from longing for his presence. Stories can't compare to the real thing, after all. You're far more taken with the masked vigilante than you'd care to admit to yourself.

You hum. "About time someone else did the worrying for once," you mumble jokingly. "It gets tiring worrying all by myself."

Spider-Man stays quiet. "I've been okay. A little worse for the wear for the past two days, but okay otherwise."

You reach for him instinctively. "Lingering pain isn't like you," you say, already in doctor-mode, "did something happen?"

"No, not like that. I've just been… sad. I guess." His confession is soft as he takes your outstretched hands in his own. He's been more vulnerable around you lately and you're not sure if that's good or bad. "It's been a rough couple of days, that's all."

You rack your brain. What could possibly be paining him that you don't know of? He's already told you that he tells you everything (within reason), so maybe it's something that you already know of? You furrow your brows as you dive deeper into your memory. Deeper, deeper… until you happen across a memory from just about a year ago.

The kiss you shared on your balcony close to midnight.

"Oh my God." You voice your incredulity aloud. "Oh my God! I missed your birthday!"

Spider-Man straightens his posture as he inhales sharply.

How could you have forgotten? He confessed to you on his birthday last year that you were the only person he had left in his life since he hated his birthday so much. October 29th was such a painful day for him — to think that you didn't stop for a second to wonder if he was okay that day. It's not like you would've been able to contact him of course, but what if he swung by after you'd fallen asleep? You should've at least left him a note or something.

"Don't beat yourself up over it, lovebug." The confidence is starting to bleed out of him, you notice. Spider-Man walks over to your couch and sits on the floor in front of it. "I'll be okay. It's not like I was going to celebrate or anything."

You move to the couch and adjust yourself so that the vigilante is between your legs. You two often assume this position when you're finished patching him up and too tired to goof around until he leaves. You would place your hands on his head and press your fingers into the fabric of his mask. Spider-Man told you once that the action was soothing, but you have yet to admit to him that it's your way of trying to conjure up an image of what his hair must look like underneath.

Like always, he gets himself into position, draping his arms across your legs. This time, however, he's looking up at you. You're not sure what expression he might be wearing.

"I wasn't saying that we should've celebrated," you say softly. "I'm just upset that you had to be alone. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask as you massage your fingers across the crown of his head.

He hums. "I am now. I promise."

"If you're ever feeling down, you know you can come and see me." Your words surprise the both of you, but you don't regret them at all. He always seems to be around when you need his company the most, so why shouldn't you do the same for him? Who else would? your mind unhelpfully supplies. "I may not be the best company in the world, but at least you won't be alone, right?"

Spider-Man moves so that he's on his knees facing you. He's so close to your face like this; you inch backwards to preserve your sanity. "You're the only company I need." He says it with so much conviction that you shiver. "But does this mean I'm getting special treatment?"

"What--? You mean from the other Spider-Men?" When he nods, you snort. "Yeah, I guess you do get V.I.P privileges. You get extra treats unlike everyone else."

"Extra?" He tilts his head. "But you haven't given me any candy at all."

You raise a brow. "All that's left is the candy I'm hoarding for myself. And before you ask, no, I'm not sharing any. Why don't you try actually trick-or-treating? People would probably give the city hero the best of the best."

He sinks a little lower, seeming defeated. "...Would you believe me if I said I tried that already?"

"Did it work?"

He's silent.

"...It didn't work, did it?"

"...No. They thought I was just some superfan."

Peals of laughter burst out of you at his admission. "So this is how they repay you, huh?" You say between giggles. "No faith and no candy? That's rough, buddy." You get the distinct impression that he's glaring at you, but that only makes you laugh harder.

Fed up with your insistence on laughing at his misfortune, Spider-Man taps your leg. "Since I get special treatment from you, can I ask for a few wishes?"

You wipe a stray tear from your eye. "I'm dressed as a superhero, not a magic genie."

"Please?"

"Fine, fine." You finally catch your breath. "You get two wishes.

"Not three?"

"I'm not a genie. Don't push it."

Spider-Man puts his hands up in defense. "Alright, two it is. The first is… let me stay with you for the rest of the night."

You shrug. Wouldn't be the first time. He's usually gone by the time you wake up, anyhow. "Granted. Next one's your last — make it count, bug boy."

Spider-Man doesn't react to your nickname. Instead, he just stares at you. A familiar sensation tickles up your spine. He's watching you; you know that stare all too well. "I think you know what I'm going to ask for next." His voice is deeper, smoother than it was mere moments ago.

You nod and he eases himself closer to you. You feel your heart pick up an unsteady rhythm and rather than kiss him normally, you lean in close and press your masked lips to his. He makes a surprised noise before he laughs and melts into the "kiss" all the same. When you pull away, he's still laughing. A very welcome change from the bitter smile you're sure he was wearing when talking about his birthday. "Consider that a freebie," you mutter.

"You're too kind," he chuckles.

Soon, your fingers come to the base of his mask to raise it just above his lips when he suddenly stops you. He reaches for your face and you feel something tug at the base of your neck. Somehow, you completely forgot you were wearing that stupid mask. "It's kinda funny," he half-laughs, "having to unmask you for once."

"You... You can't tell anyone about my identity, okay?" You tease.

Spider-Man rolls your mask up just enough to expose your lips and you do the same to him. Neither of you are sure who leaned in first, but you meet in the middle in a kiss that has fireworks bursting behind your lids. The two of you are greedy, pouring a week's worth of longing into the kiss. The mutual yearning is palpable, so much so that you can hear his breath hitch when you sigh. He rises to the couch slowly and without breaking the kiss, doing his best not to part from you for even a second.

You missed him. Oh, how you missed him — you missed how he would wrap a strong arm around your waist and pull you closer like it was nothing; how he would whisper his adoration for you between breaths; how he would chase after your lips whenever you would tease him with barely-there kisses. You missed the exhilaration, the thrill of knowing that you were the only one Spider-Man would ever treat this way. That you were his and he was yours.

He moves from your lips to your jaw, trailing kisses up to your ear and down to your neck. His pace is unhurried, though he seems eager to pull a reaction out of you. You give him what he wants whether you intend to or not. You press yourself closer to him in a silent request for more and he indulges you; his kisses become little nips, and the nips turn to bites as he starts to leave marks on your neck. He eases you back so that you're laying on your couch and he's hovering over you. The two of you stare at each other for a moment.

"Can I use my next wish?" His voice is rough. When you nod, he leans in once more. His uncovered lips brush against your ear as he whispers. "Let me give you a treat."

Something foreign yet familiar makes you shudder as you nod.

Spider-Man attacks your neck once again. Clearly he was holding himself back earlier, because every mark he leaves stings. He makes them dark and obvious, completely disregarding any warnings you may have given him on other days. You normally would tell him to ease up, to hide the marks that he so desperately wanted to leave on you. But now you let him do as he pleases. You gave him an inch and as expected, he took the mile. He soothes each one with a kiss and muffles your whimpers with his lips.

It takes a while before he's satisfied with his handiwork. Kazuha raises himself up with a shaky breath. Your wrists are in his hands and pinned against the couch. Looking down at you now, all flushed absolutely covered in his marks, he feels something uncontrollable stir within him. He has half a mind to tell you to close your eyes so he can take his mask off, but he refrains.

That's all he ever does when it comes to you. You, the greatest test of his endurance that he will ever encounter in his lifetime. No supervillain with any amount of underground connections or otherworldly technology will ever test his patience and restraint quite like you. For years, Kazuha has weighed the pros and cons of telling you who he is. He always wonders if you would still allow this, if you would still treat him like a lover if you knew who he was — if you knew that he's been lying to you. Though your reaction may not be guaranteed, it's a risk he's more than willing to take.

But he doesn't. Not tonight. Maybe another day when the time is right.

For now, Kazuha releases your wrists and sits himself up. He fixes his mask while you take yours off. You sit up and he watches as you ghost your fingers over each of your fresh hickies. You wince a little when you brush the one on the left side of your collarbone, above your heart. The silence that hangs in the air is evident, but not uncomfortable.

Then, you mutter. "I was supposed to give you a treat."

Kazuha reaches out and touches a hickey left on your pulse point. A sensitive spot for you – you shudder in response. He admires the lingering haze in your eyss. "You did. Thank you, lovebug."

✧ my goodness. @perpetualcynicism look at what you've done. you've reawakened a monster in me.

✧ edit: btw, the dividers belong to @cafekitsune!! thanks so much for making such beautiful dividers!

[bluegalaxygirl]

Am i crazy (Zosan X reader) P2

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage, forced kissing and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Sitting in the corner of the medical bed you pulled your knees-up to your chest. Nami had helped you get dry and dressed into pj's after Chopper has bandaged your head up but the doctor was still concerned, the bruise forming around your neck had him worried, so he made you stay in the medical room with him for a while. Nami stayed with you for a while before heading off to tell Sanji and Zoro what happened, you begged her not too, but she ignored you heading out anyway. now you were worried what would happen, you know how handsy Sanji gets when he see's you hurt. You want him to hold you to make you feel better but you know what will happen if you do. you know he's in the room, after nami left he blew on your face letting you know he was there. You think he's in a corner as not to get bumped into, he seems to have good control of his devil fruit powers, it makes you sick. The door to the medical room opens Nami walking in with Sanji and Zoro following "Oh my love, are you ok?" Sanji walks over to you being very careful not to scare you but you back up against the wall anyway, his heart brakes when you do, so he sits on the edge of the bed and reaches a hand out to you hoping you will take it "It's ok my love. i'm not going to hurt you" his voice is soft, you love it and it makes you tear up, you want to leap into his arms, feel him stroke your hair as he comforts you but you don't want him to get hurt or for you to get hurt.

Zoro sighs walking closer and placing a hand on Sanji's shoulder squeezing it a little as he kneels down "Can you tell us what happened?" he asks trying to stay calm while seeing you shake in the corner "I-i fell" you stutter trying to hold back your tears while looking down at your feet. "Baby look at me... please" he whispers as Sanji pulls his hand away form you, they both watch as your eyes flick up to look at them before going right back to your feet. "You didn't get those from just a fall" Zoro stands looking at the marks on your neck. You reach a hand up to cover them feeling embarrassed. You used to be so strong and now you can't even push a man off you, a tear slips out of your eye and falls down your cheek. Sanji reaches over to wipe it away only for you to back up more "Don't touch me" you yell out your eyes locking with your feet, they both stop shocked by your tone, it was full of fear and so where your eye's. Sanji pulls his hand back as his eyes well up with tears, his heart shattering. "Please... please" you whisper burying your head into your knees. Zoro stops breathing for a moment trying to register what's going on only being brought back by Sanji standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll talk in the morning love" The cook sighs starting to walk out but stops when Zoro doesn't follow.

Chopper gets up out of his chair and walks over getting into the bed "You should rest" he tells the two of you watching Zoro stare at you in shock while you shiver in the corner. Nami places a hand on Sanji's shoulder trying to comfort the man who's just barely keeping it together. "Y/N" Zoro finally says trying to get you to look at him again but you don't. he leans over placing a hand on the bed to support his weigh as he looks you over "Baby please" he whispers getting a little closer, he can hear you sniffling into your knees, your crying and all he wants to do is hold you. He reaches a hand up and lightly touches your hair only for you to move away form him "Please don't please" you beg into your knees, Zoro moves back and walks away from you. The swordsman takes Sanji's hand and walks out the door with him heading to their room and slamming the door behind them. Sanji doesn't stop him, feeling deflated by your actions and words, but he does pull out a cigarette letting it hang loosely between his lips. Zoro turns and hugs the cook holding him tight while gritting his teeth, he's angry, upset and frustrated his breath uneven as he tries to hold it together.

Not many things can break the swordsman but seeing you so scared of him, begging him not to touch you, seeing you beaten up and battered, it hurts. Sanji holds Zoro back even though his body feels limp, tears slip down his face and into Zoro's shoulder "They act like - like we'er the ones that.... hurt them" the cook stutters giving into his feeling of sadness and fully crying into the swordsman's shoulder, the cigarette in his mouth dropping to the floor. Zoro holds the cook tighter closing his eye and leaning his face into the mans neck "I know" he whispers his fingers gripping the cooks shirt trying to hold in his anger and sadness. "We w-would never" Sanji pants trying to control his breathing, Zoro pulls away to cup the mans face and place their foreheads together "I know, it's not your fault. You didn't do this" Zoro sighs looking at Sanji's teary face "Y-you didn't e-ether" The cook cry's gripping the swordsman's shoulders trying to stay standing as his legs shake. Zoro pulls Sanji into him and picks him up carrying him over to the bed and laying him down "It'll be ok. we'll figure this out" Zoro lays down and pulls Sanji into his chest rubbing his back and kissing his head. He holds the man for a long time, waiting for the sobbing to stop, when it does he look down to see the cook fast asleep, so he pulls the covers over them both and lays his head back. Looking up at the ceiling feeling tired he lets a tear fall from the side of his eye before closing it tight to stop more.

Nami sat on the bed next to you but not close enough to touch you while Chopper sat in front of you. "I don't believe you" Nami whispers laying her head on her hand "You didn't fall" She says again trying to get you to talk. "I need to know what happened" She tried being kind and understanding but it was getting way out of hand now, so she turned to her stern side. "Now" she commanded Chopper reaching a hand over to try and stop the navigator only for the woman to stand up off the bed and glare at you "Tell me what's going on" her voice louder than before fists gripping tightly at her side "Nami, this isn't the best way to go about it" Chopper stands up to try and clam the orange haired woman down "No, iv been nice and understanding and none of that has worked. Tell me now what's going on" she yells watching you just sit there your head still in your knees, your no longer crying just sitting there. "Are you doing this to yourself? if so why? Im your best friend tell me" she screams in frustration not getting anything off you "Nami please. let's just leave it for now. We'll talk tomorrow" Chopper walks over taking Nami's hand and rubbing it. The navigator grits her teeth and pulls away storming out the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Chopper sighs and looks back at you "Im sorry... you should get some sleep. I'll stay with you at the end of the bed" Chopper takes off his hat and turns off the big light, the only light coming form the lamp on his desk. The doctor gets under the blanket at the other end of the bed and closes his eyes soon falling asleep. A hand touches your shoulder and you know it's your ex, he waits until the reindeer starts snoring before pulling you a little. You look up not seeing him but his hand is still on your shoulder, you feel his breath on your ear and a strand of hair moves out of the way of your ear "You did good. Get some sleep" he whispers, a kiss being places on your cheek. You don't pull away this time letting him do what ever your body feeling numb and tired. He lets you go so you can lay down, as you do the chair next to the bed shifts a little indicating he's sitting in it. Fingers lace in between yours as your hand lies on the bed, feeling tired you close your eyes letting sleep take over you.

You only got four hours of sleep last night, your hand being squeezed so hard you had no chose but to wake up in fear of your fingers being broken. Four hours weren't enough but you knew he would keep you tired and hungry to keep control so you were thankful for at least a little sleep. You stayed sitting up until Chopper woke up rubbing his cute face, it made you smile only for your ex to shove his finger into your lower back, you gritted your teeth and looked away the smile disappearing off your face. "Morning" Chopper yawns fixing his fur before getting out of bed "Did you sleep ok?" he asks looking up at you only to see your tired face, you shrug not looking at the doctor as he puts his hat back on "Do you think you can eat today?" he asks, two taps on your shoulder told you that it was ok to do so. You nod, making your way out of bed and standing "Good, lets go then" Chopper smiles holding out a hand for you but the grip on your shoulder tightens so you don't take it looking to the floor as you follow the doctor out of the room and down to the kitchen.

Sanji didn't get up until eight which was abnormal for him but no one said anything as he walked into the kitchen with a tired Zoro following. The others greeted them and surprisingly Brook and Nami were cooking a little "I'll take over" Sanji smiles at them, his eyes a little puffy and red, but they don't argue letting him cook, Nami offers to help but Sanji turns her down saying he can take care of it. As the morning went on he cooked taking his mind off everything while Zoro sat quiet at the table, Luffy would talk to him and the swordsman would answer, but he wasn't acting like himself, it made the captain worry. When you and Chopper entered Sanji looked up and gave you a small smile but you didn't look at him, so he went back to cooking the smile dropping of his face. You sat down in your seat while Chopper went to his, you kept your hands in your lap as your shoulder was squeezed hard, letting you know he was with you and watching. Sanji walked over with some plates setting one down in front of you watching you move aside, so he doesn't touch you as he places the plate on the table before walking over to Chopper.

You picked up the fork and pushed the food around a little before taking some and eating it, it tasted amazing so you took more bits until the hand on your shoulder to leave and a finger press against your back as a warning. You stopped eating and put your fork down, you wanted more, you were starving and it tasted so good but the finger on you back let you know it was not possible. Zoro watched you close and raised an eyebrow when you forced yourself to stop "Hay" he whispers to you but you don't look at him, you can't. "I was hoping we could talk, the three of us. sort this out?" he asks looking for any kind of reaction but you don't give anything, no nod or shrug. "We need to talk about this" he whispers leaning in closer only for you to lean away. His hand grips the table as he leans back and going back to his plate of food not knowing what to do. Sanji walks over and looks over your shoulder with a smile "You ate" he whispers leaning down and hugging you before you can pull away. The hand on you back moves to your free side away from Sanji's figure gripping it tight. "Stop" you yell standing up and pushing away, the cook stepping back his smile gone as he looks over your scared figure. The room goes quiet as the crew look at the two of you. The grip on your side moves to your back pushing on the spot, you rush past Sanji and out the kitchen door.

Zoro looks up at Sanji who just stands there staring at the chair you were once in, the cook's body looks almost limp his hair covering both his eyes before slowly walking back to the kitchen. The swordsman gets up and follows standing in the kitchen with the cook as he tried to light his cigarette, he keeps trying to light it but it keeps turning back off until Zoro walks up to the cook and takes the lighter and cigarette away. Normally this would cause a fight but Zoro hugged the cook who clung onto him while trying to hold back tears, he didn't want to cry in front of the crew no matter how much it hurt. Zoro sighs rubbing the cooks back while rocking him slightly form side to side, the swordsman's eyes were fixed on the door you left open hoping you would walk back in but you didn't, and he knew you would have locked yourself in their room by now so going to talk to you wasn't an option. He has thought about kicking the door in but Sanji told him not too, they both don't want to scare you or make things worse.

[luvvvivii]

"i love you" — l.fl

pairing - idol!felix x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 705

warnings - not proofread (surprise surprise), a bunch of pet names used (my love, angel, dear), lmk if more

a/n - I'm back suckas!!! 😋 enjoy this small felix post whilst I start to get back into the groove of writing (also abt the writing, times next to the date is in readers time zone)

synopsis - in which your idol boyfriend sends you voice notes whilst he's away

02.16.23 — 1:05 am

"good morning dear. actually, I think it's night for you right now? you better be asleep, alright? haha, it feels odd not being able to speak to each other how we usually would, doesn't it? but I guess this is what idol life is like? *chuckle* anyways, how was your day? did you do anything fun today? I hope you're eating good as well…I might head out for a bit with chan, so I'll talk with you later? sweet dreams angel. I love you!"

02.17.23 — 6:37 pm

"hey yn, you're asleep right? this is usually when you have your evening naps. don't be taking an all nighter again after this, though. I know you really like that show but sleep is important too you know? *chuckle*...today is day one of our concert in melbourne. I'm back in australia after so long, and I'm super excited! it's a shame I can't be here with you right now, but at least I can still update you and stuff. I can't wait to meet even more stays—oh, that's minho calling. sorry yn, got to go. I'll update you all about it after! enjoy the rest of your night, I love you."

02.18.23 — 12:53 pm

"hey dear, have you eaten yet? sorry I couldn't send any voice notes this morning, I woke up late and had to rush. day two of our concert was amazing! oh gosh, I wish you were here. hey, I don't think I told you about the dream I had last night, did I? well, we were just about to head to sydney for our tour there, and then suddenly you gave us a surprise visit! that's pretty much it, I woke up after that. haha, it seemed so real I even looked around for you whilst I was still half awake! *sigh* well, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, sorry for such a boring voice note today. have a good day, I love you angel."

02.20.23 — 3:31 pm

"yn, I'm so tired. but I can't go to sleep. *laugh* I was on my phone and got completely carried away, and now it's two am!...I think I might just start yapping about something with you, like how we always do when neither of us can sleep. that's what always helps me get tired…not that I'm saying you're boring! *chuckle* what I'm trying to say is…I just feel so at ease when I know that you're listening to me talk…let's not get depressed now, haha. how is your day going dear? doing anything fun today? make sure to send pictures, I haven't been able to see your pretty face in a while. you know, I think I might head off now, starting to feel a bit drowsy. we've got day one in sydney tomorrow, so I'll probably talk to you about it all later. goodnight my love, I love you to the moon and back."

02.21.23 — 2:01 am

"yn! it's finally day one in sydney! ah, I really wish you were here right now. you'll be cheering me on from back at home, right? I know you'll be looking for videos after the concert haha. make sure to have fun today angel! and I'll make sure to pour my heart and soul into the performances for you, like I always do. sorry for this voice note being so short, but I've got to go. I love you!"

02.22.23 — 3:19am

"sydney day 2! ah, you really don't understand how overwhelming this experience is, yn. this is absolutely crazy, but I've probably already said this a ton, right? *laugh*...you know, I hope one day we can travel to australia together, and I could show you all my favourite places to go and things to do from when I was a kid. but that's saved for the future! just wait a bit longer, my love, I'll be back home faster than you can believe. and cheer me on today as well, alright! I'll do the same for you dear. I've got to go now, an exciting concert ahead. I love you."

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[purpleandsilver]

@lifemod17 tagged me in this so here's

Scarlet's Top Ten Songs

Here's the list:

Ascensionism- Sleep Token

The Summoning- Sleep Token

Work Song- Hozier

Stick Season- Noah Kahan

Waiting On The Sky To Change- Starset ft. Breaking Benjamin plus Judge & Jury

Hurt You- Spiritbox

Faultline- Starset

Already Dead- iPrevail

Ashley- Halsey

Concrete Jungle- Bad Omens

This list was almost impossible to make. My music library on YouTube Music is HUGE. Would be bigger if I was still a fan of Taylor Swift.

Full explanations below the cut 🔽

Tagging @murderofcrow if they want to participate 💜

1. Ascensionism: Sleep Token

Album: Take Me Back To Eden

Why: The god-tier drums, the guitars, the piano at the beginning and end, the lyrics. Everything about it is a masterpiece made for my ADHD brain to absolutely vibe to. Vessel said "worship" and my brain went, "bitch I may be asexual but I'm on my knees for this song"

Favorite part: lipstick, chemtrails, red flags, pink nails/ with one eye on the door, other eye on a rail/other other eye following a scarlet trail and the last drops from the Holy Grail

2. The Summoning- Sleep Token

Album: Take Me Back To Eden

Why: TikTok likes to call this song "the baby making song" and you know what? I get it. I've never fucked, but I suppose men can last for six minutes and thirty six seconds. Women definitely can. Anyways, I love how this song has range. It goes from god-tier drums (II is an absolutely amazing drummer), to epic guitar, to just the most epic of everything. The lyrics are even better.

Favorite Part: Oh and my love?/ Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off?/ 'Cause these days, I'd be lying if I told you that/I didn't wish I could be your man.

3. Work Song- Hozier

Album: Hozier

Why: Back when I felt like I had to listen to pop music Just Because, I wandered into the realm of Hozier. Now, Hozier I would classify more as alternative, maybe even folk, more than pop. But this song popped up when I was listening to cardigan (by Taylor Swift), and it's just... omg. Work Song is utterly an obsession and every time I hear it I'm hitting repeat faster than the speed of a bullet.

Favorite Part: Nothin' in her room, but an empty crib/And I was burnin' up a fever/didn't care much, how long I lived/But I swear I thought I dreamed her

4. Stick Season- Noah Kahan

Album: Stick Season

Why: Once you become a Hozier girlie (gn), the path that leads you to Noah Kahan is nothing more than a slip n' slide. Stick Season's chorus sums perfectly why I hate living in Ohio even though the song is about Vermont

Favorite Part: And I'll dream each night of some version of you/That I might not have, but I did not lose/Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes/ And I'm split in half but that'll have to do

5. Waiting On The Sky To Change- Starset ft. Breaking Benjamin + Judge & Jury

Album: N/A (single)

Why: Starset was introduced to me in high school. I'm not sure how I found their first album, but somehow I went from Bastille to Starset. Don't ask. No, I wasn't okay. Lol. This song was released two years ago and it's a whole vibe.

Favorite Part: I've been frozen since that day/ I saw my clear blue skies as they turned to gray in front of me/ It's hard to find my way Can I rise above when giving up is all know?

6. Hurt You- Spiritbox

Album: Eternal Blue

Why: The beat and especially the drums (I love me some good ass drums).

Favorite Part: I hope you find what you're fighting for/ I am happier when I hurt you/ Your medicine is the coldest war

7. Faultline- Starset

Album: Divisions

Why: Again with the drums. But particularly the lyrics. To me, it's a song about feeling insecure and anxiety. I often feel shaky in my most anxious moments so this song gets it. What's more anxious than an earthquake?

Favorite Part: It's never black and white, no/ Going seismic out of spite, oh/ I never know if it's your fault or mine

8. Already Dead- iPrevail

Album: Lifelines

Why: The heavier metal beats, the loud vocals

Favorite Part: Tell me now, how do you sleep at night?/With the Devil in your bed laying right by your side

9. Ashley- Halsey

Album: Manic

Why: I can't explain, but I feel this song deeply and personally. It's a song of longing.

Favorite Part: And if only/ the time and space wasn't lonely/ l'd disintegrate into a thousand/ I think I'm making a mistake, who will fill the empty space?

10. Concrete Jungle- Bad Omens

Album: The Death Of The Peace Of Mind

Why: I love the synth vocals, I love how the chorus feels so epic.

Favorite Part: The coyotes cry/ And the sirens pass and harmonize/ Fires starting every day and night/ Burn around us while we're trapped inside/ Wouldn't it be nice/ To play the game without a crooked die

[flaminaroundlikeastar]

GN!Reader x Any Male!Autobot💕

Fandom : Transformers

Series : Any

Warning : SFW // family friendly, wholesome, some teasing, lil bit romantic <3

Note(s) : I chose autobots because I want a peaceful interaction and decepticons ain't about chit chat xD they straight up kidnapping you / Y/N LOL(Might make it into a fic who knows >//<)

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You were sitting in your room, reading an old novel until you heard a sudden, but gentle tap on your window. You moved your head to see who is it. " Hey Y/N! It's almost time for our trip " he announced. " What trip?  " you thought to yourself, but then it clicked and you remembered that you indeed planned a trip about a month ago. " Ohh, that trip! Of course I'm coming. " you said as you put your novel aside and went to take a shower and put on new clothes. He was very excitedly awaiting for you outside, but he tried to keep it cool.

You stepped outside and locked the doors. " I'm here. " you said calmly as he opened a door for you to sit down on the passenger's seat. " Great! " he said as he turned on the engine and semi-quiet music. He was indeed excited, but not too much of course. After all it was but a short trip.

It was 20:40 (40 min past 8 PM) as he was still driving across the city. After thinking for too long, you decided striking a conversation with him. " Do you ever get tired after long driving?" You asked curiously, to which he replied, jokingly a bit " Well, you don't need to drive yourself, I'm giving you that real 'passenger princess' treatment over here ~ " to which you laughed a bit. He wasn't wrong there though. It's a big difference between being a driver and a passenger. After an hour or so of small talk, you decided to star gaze as it was dark enough to see the stars. After a long pause, he asked curiously " I noticed you like staring at stars a lot, is there a particular reason? " To which you responded with " Stars are beautiful, there's a vast amount of them, which allows me to relax a bit from real life worries. " you said with a faint, but a warm smile. " You know what's even more beautiful than that? Your adorable spaced out face when you stargaze ~ " he teased you a bit. " Stop it, you lil goofball " you said giggling a bit. " What? It's the truth, honey, your eyes are shiny like stars ~ ". That completely swept you away. You were blushing a lot, but tried hard not to make it obvious. He knew anyways. Teasing you, even in small amounts was always his favourite hobby.

It was 01:00 ( 1 AM ) and ironically you were getting sleepy. Normally you're a night owl, but for some reason you really felt like sleeping. After a short pause you asked him to stop so you could go into the back row to sleep in full body. There was a small pillow and a blanket, because he's fully aware of you feeling sleepy during night time trips. You absolutely wrapped yourself in that blanket and slowly drifted into a sleep state. The white noise and slight rocketing really gets you everytime.This was his favorite part of trip, as he really enjoys seeing you all wrapped up and adorable, like a napping cat.

By 07:00 (7 AM) he has already arrived home for about an hour or two now. He didn't wake you up though, just allowed you to rest a bit. After a while you opened your eyes. " Hey, good morning, how was your sleep? " he asked enthusiastically. " Good " you sit down to stretch a bit. " You look darn adorable when you sleep. Especially when you hide half of your face into blanket ~ " he teased you again. " Heyy, stop it, you silly " you said blushing a lot and being defensive about it. " How is that even adorable? " you asked out of curiosity. " You look like a cat napping, all cute, warm and vulnerable, heh, it's sure a view to admire ~ " he replied with a cheeky smile, well, at least you assumed that based on his tone, because he was still in his alt mode. " We should definitely do more trips heh. " he said enthusiastically as he let you outside, for you to head home.You two are definitely not forgetting it any time soon <3.

[therentyoupay]

i'm going to print out these tags and frame them on my wall 😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏🙏 thank you so much 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏😂😂😂😂

#otp: frostbite#viv speaks#so I’ve been kinda missing writing lately and looked back on my jelsa ff I started in 2 0 1 6 and worked on in January#that’s right i started this dumb fanfiction when I was 17 The fuck#anyways..#I wanted to read more jelsa ff so I can get some inspiration and THIS ???? THIS FANFIC ????#I would pay for this in theatres#INSERT LADY GAGA SHOWSTOPPING MEME HERE#like oh my god I read this all in two days after I came home from work#I couldn’t put it down I was INVESTED#I need an update more than air but I understand the grind so hard#THE GREENHOUSE SCENE ??? THE WRITING WAS GOATED#this is exactly what I want my writing to do. the intensity of that whole scene was and is utter perfection#the grasp on the characters and their heritages is IMPECCABLE. what I wouldn’t give to have this good of a grasp on Jackson and Elizabeth#the way the dialogue is written is so canon and real to me like it’s so natural and suits them to a T#I’m writing Jelsa as silly little teenagers but oh my god as full fledged adults this is what I envision them being like#like I don’t think y’all get it THIS FANFIC IS A MASTERPIECE#sometimes u gotta dig in the trenches of ao3 to strike gold#the fucking greenhouse scene living rent free in my head rn#the Wikipedia page 💀💀💀 HELPP#idk how to tell you this politely op but…u ate. house down boots. no crumbs to be seen.#lord can u leave the manuscript on my grave please I LIVE FOR THIS PIECE OF ART#okay thank you#I needed to rant abt how fucking good this fanfic was#it’s just so jelsa—if that makes any sense#this gave me the fuel I needed. I am blessed. crops watered#OP I HOPE U HAVE THE BEST SLEEP OF YOUR LIFE. YOUR PILLOW IS COLD ON BOTH SIDES. PERIOD.#okay it’s 1:00am I NEED TO SLEEP#but I had to rant abt my babies I miss Jack and Elsie so fucking much#I sleep now gn pookies

[ modern!AU | neighbors-to-lovers!AU | mountain living!AU ft. jelsa ] [ based on snow globe by @therentyoupay ] [ 1 2 3 ]

On July 1st, the lonely house at the top of the mountain was finally sold. — In which Jack(son) Overland tries his best to befriend his neighbor, one woodworking project at a time. Prompt: Three-word sentences: "Just say it," for @aicosu.

[nyxthejinx]

ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ 1 | ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀʟᴋ

Wowowow another short and cryptic chapter!! If it doesn't make sense it means it's working :) it will- in due time. For now I just wanna smooch my loves 😔

[ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ] You're not part of the script, they must get rid of you. But will the Hunters become the hunted once your true nature is revealed?

[ ᴛᴡ ] talking about dying in the beginning with some graphic description (lots of nihilism on reader's part), generic description of blood, smoking, Kafka lil kissie mwah, lemme know if I'm forgetting anything (it's 5 am 🙃) finally baby Blade enters the scene!!!

[ ꜰᴛ. ] Kafka x GN!Reader x Blade

[ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ] 718

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ.

If it wore a sword’s, a knife’s or a gun’s clothes. If it appeared as a bottomless pit, staring at the depths of existence, or if it looks like the ground inching closer the more you lose altitude.

You think of sidereal space and the cold it harbours, of those fifteen to thirty seconds necessary to run out of oxygen, of those twelve to twenty-six hours it takes for the body heat to disperse, in the lack of atmosphere.

You imagine how it would be to be torn apart, choked, burned, have your flesh chewed to its bones. You imagine a pain that finally ceases, once the body has been slaughtered.

Going to sleep without the risk of waking up again: you project the image in your mind.

Before Kafka bursts your little bubble, dragging you back into the elevator.

“Your death will not be vain, Drifter. It serves for a greater cause."

She smiles in the corner of your eye, pristine and serene as if she wasn’t asking —ordering— you to die for her cause. Kafka is an amazing dancer when it comes to sticking to the choreography, lest the outcome steer away from what her master foresees.

No matter what it takes. Who it takes: the script has been set in stone already.

Too bad death is the last of your concerns, and so are her empty, poorly crafted words.

“I don’t really care.” You shrug.

Kafka’s brows shoot up in mild surprise, but she’s chuckling the next second already. Her eyes wrinkle at the sides, her shoulders shake gently— the radiant darkness of her soul glows brighter than ever and she’s just something else, straight out of this world.

“Are you mad at me?” She inquires, unfolding her arms to run a knuckle over your cheek.

Trying to process her words feels so impossible under her touch. Your feelings have long faded like cheap colours, brush strokes watered down by time, flowing into a grey puddle at your feet. There’s something stirring inside your chest, you know it- but how can you name it when your skin tingles and your knees go weak?

It’s not fair. But you lean in anyway, letting your eyes fall shut briefly. “Does it matter?”

“Not really, no.” She sighs. “Frilly words won’t change a thing, especially yours.”

“A kiss would, though.” You place a hand over hers, flutter your lashes gingerly. “I’d die with a silly grin on my face.”

“That can be arranged.”

Her smiling lips lock on yours, gentler than last time. There’s no love, no passion, no longing nor lust— it feels like a sorry kiss, a consolation prize, a sop to prevent rebellion. But it’s also one to be broken reluctantly, as both her hands drag you deeper by the jaw and trace your cheekbones with unexpected tenderness.

Maybe there was personal pleasure hiding behind her sense of duty, that night. But it ends all too soon and you will never tell.

Kafka leans back, cleaning the smeared gloss from the corner of your mouth. You glance at the panel in the elevator, see that you’ve almost reached the final destination.

If the Hunter is saddened, she doesn’t show it.

She's busier rummaging through the pocket of her coat now, as she pulls out a cigarette tin you know very well; it’s yours, just like the smoke she extends to your lips. You hold it gladly, waiting for her to light it.

“It wasn’t my choice.” Kafka whispers, voice delicate like the flame of your lighter.

Once the cigarette burns to life, you don't waste time— you inhale until your lungs are full of cloves with a hint of cinnamon, until it invades your senses and makes your mind dizzy in a way that never gets old. It tastes of memories you can’t remember, dreams yet to be dreamed, but most of all nostalgia you have no reason to experience.

"I know." You exhale eventually, as your shoulders sag. “Just remember me, even if it’s meaningless.”

Kafka smiles yet again, brushes your cheek as her other hand returns the two items to you. Inside the pocket above your heart.

And your lips quirk in the slightest, before the elevator stops at the floor where your blood will spill.

-

"Another one like you, Bladie." Kafka ponders, staring at the merging skin of your freshly wounded neck.

The puddle growing at your knees and the crimson path staining your clothes would convince anyone that a life was taken, today.

But the iridescent purples and blues lining your blood tell another story.

The story of someone who's walked across this universe for many years. Centuries, millenniums even.

Someone just like him.

Who Blade sees smiling at him, as if his sword wasn't dripping with their blood.

"Not yet, so it seems."

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[akiitos]

Hihihiiiii

uhhh

hru :D i hope ure healthy and well (unlike me/hj)

Uhhhh anyways! If possible, could I request a Toya, Akito, Rui, and Tsukasa (separate obv) with a gn reader who literally cannot sleep with 1) something in their arms, and 2) atleast something the reader can hear (whether itd be music, a normal conversation, a tv playing, anYTHING)

Also heres two little scenarios if you have a hard time trying to figure out what to do with this request: 1) them cuddling their s/o while either singing or just talking with the reader, or maybe just a song playing or a channel going off on the tv. 2) when they get home at like 10pm they just find the reader sleeping with a squishmallow and a spotify playlist going off from their phone. Or 3) after they finish talking to someone on the phone, they go to theirs' and s/o's shared room just to find them sleeping peacefully with a squishmallow (next thing they know its because they were talking to someone on the phone)

Uhh if your requests are closed, you can just ignore this (or delete it), and if you feel as if you cant do this, feel free to once again, ignore or delete

Alright I should uhh prolly go now it's 4:20am here and I'm supposed to be awake by 6:30am (not like im gonna sleep honestly)

Alrighty, uhhh, byebhe have a nice day/night

(also im sorry if it's a lil disorganized to you)

project sekai boys x gn!reader

summary: you tend to fall asleep when you're cuddling something, and if youre listening to something!

;; hcs style

@ toya aoyagi

• you were literally SO tired but toya was over and it was insane. so you just got your favorite plush and hugged it as he left the room for a bit

• but uhhh you wanted something to be listening to aswell

• so you just got out your phone, played the shared playlist that you and him have and just shut your eyes in a soft bliss

• after a few minutes, he walked into your room and had almost no reaction-

• i mean, he was pretty suprised that you fell asleep this quick.

• he kissed your cheek and ran his cold hands against your warm body lovingly

• he tried going near you without waking you up, and probably fell asleep too tbh

• cute.

@ akito shinonome

• he knew of your habits beforehand, and didn't seem to care

• so, he wasn't suprised when you asked him to call you in the middle of the night so you can sleep

• he pretended to be annoyed, but still agreed to it anyway.

• it was like 12 am and you asked if he could talk about his day, or tell stories

• he did, and honestly...

• best experience ever. may ask again!

• if you do end up falling asleep on call with him, he'll go on mute and admire you (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY)

• he'd fall asleep after you.

• he's so ahhhhhebsnka

@ rui kamishiro

• sort of like akito, you'd mostly call/face time him if he couldn't be with you at the moment

• if he notices you cant sleep, he'll ask if you'd want to call -- if you say yes, then he'll happily obliege.

• he'll talk about anything. literally anything

• mostly about his inventions, though

• he's one of the best people to go to for this, since his voice is so relaxing. like wtf??

• if he notices you're asleep, he'll either stay on call- or hang up and send you a sweet text message.

• he doesnt mind calling you whatsoever, and actually enjoys it, since he likes having someone to rant to.

• rly helpful! 5☆ ratingg

@ tsukasa tenma

• ok. here this boy goes

• he likes buying you plushies, and everytime you sleep with them, it reminds you of him

• you like sleeping over at his house, as he likes sleeping over at your house too.

• no matter whose house, he'll be really good at talking

• he can talk about ANYTHING. when i say anything, i mean ANYTHING

• be it his sister, his life, hell- he'll even talk about you!

• when he does talk to you, he has the calm voice that soothes you to sleep

• fallen asleep already? ah, too bad, i wasnt done yet, he says as he kisses your forehead and lays down beside you

[reptisoil]

Pros of not Sleeping || Stephen Strange x GN!reader ||

Summary: When Stephen finds sleeping hard one night, he decides the library is the best place to cure his ailment. Apparently, someone else had a similar problem.

Warnings: None

As Stephen turned over in his very comfortable bed, he sighed, wondering if this position would finally able him to sleep. He wasn't hopeful as he'd been on this journey since 9 pm and it was currently 1:35 am of the next day but he wasn't going to give up yet!

Stephen had this mindset until 2 am when he promptly got up, threw on a shirt and sweatpants, and trotted to the library. Some light reading would help, it was his go-to option for nights like these. What he saw when he walked in was a fellow sorcerer at the Sanctum, Y/n. He didn't know them well but they would nod when they saw each other and would help the other in training.

"Hey, didn't expect anyone else to be awake, nonetheless in the library, at this hour," He paused to walk over to the table they were sat at, "This seat taken?"

"For you? Never." Y/n looked up from the book they had their nose in. No doubt something Stephen had read at least two times but he asked about it anyways. This sparked a longer conversation about the mystic arts and eventually that led to Stephen's question he'd been wanting to ask for a while now. "So, what brought you to Kamar-Taj. Everyone knows my story but I'm happy to regale it to you again if that'll help you share yours?"

Y/n chuckled, the book was long forgotten and sadly doggy-eared (something Y/n did very reluctantly, it pained them), "No, no, that's okay. Um, I don't like to talk about it much but um, sure, I'll tell you."

As Y/n spoke their story, Stephen couldn't help but notice their eyes.. 'What a lovely shade.' He thought to himself as he studied the rest of Y/n's face. Once done, they looked at him, previously they had been staring at the table, watching as Stephen's scared hands and fingers interlocked on top of the table, the shaking still noticeable but not as much due to the table stabilizing them.

This little library meeting turned into a regular thing between the two sorcerers. They'd meet in the book-filled room and talk for hours and soon became extremely close. One day, Stephen worked up the courage to ask them on a date. He realized that he was ready to be in a relationship and the other person in said relationship should be Y/n.

So when he walked into the library and saw them with the plan in mind, his practiced speech went out the window. Their hair was perfect, the light of the room hitting their eyes just right, and the clothing they wore fit them perfectly. He sighed, sitting and crossing his hands on the table in front of them, "Hi Y/n."

They didn't look up so he assumed they were just about to finish a chapter or page or something so he let them be. After a few minutes, the page flipped, and a bookmark was placed on the new page as it closed. Y/n set the book aside and looked at their fellow sorcerer, "Hello Stephen. You sounded like you needed to ask me something, what's up?"

"Alright, welp, I did have a plan and speech prepared but then I saw you and you looked perfect. That might sound weird, let me try again. Will you get coffee with me tomorrow? Doesn't have to be coffee, hot chocolate is good too, tea also, whatever you please, it's on me if you say yes." Stephen got less and less confident as he spoke but the smile that morphed into a grin on Y/n's face told him he was about to be happy or very sad.

"I'd love to go get a hot drink with you, Stephen. Thanks for finally asking, I thought I'd have to here soon." The two chuckled and for the first time in a long while, Stephen got a good night's sleep that night.

BONUS:

"HHM, HOT!" Stephen yelped, sat across from him was his date, Y/n. They looked at him with a blank face, "No shit, Sherlock."

[essentialsugar]

Riddle, Trey, and Cater's Reaction to Their GN!S/O's Taste Test Prank

Summary: S/O making a 'new recipe' prank on the Heartslabyul boys and see what their reaction is.

The prank went wrong.

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AN ) This will be my first time writing. Uh, let's see how this goes because I'm not really confident with my writing skills sobs. Compared to one of my friends, I am somewhat okay?.. Hopefully. Anyways, doing this at 1 am on a school day and I'm not happy but at the same time, WHOOOO!

Characters : Riddle Rosehearts , Trey Clover , Cater Diamond

Warning: Grammar mistakes (I think..), 2nd reader pov (you/you're/your), somewhat ooc?..

Riddle Rosehearts :

Now, don't get him wrong. He loves you with all of his heart and his dignity, and he doesn't want to lie to you. But, just to make you happy he does. And even though he does try to lie, you could see it on his face that he does NOT like the taste (poor Riddle).

He gladly accepted it when you first asked him if you could make him something to eat and rate it. Of course, he would say yes because he wanted to spend some quality time with you so that he could make up all the days he's been busy.

Plus, he's pretty confident that your 'new recipe' would taste amazing! You're a really good cook in the Heartslabyul dorm, and everyone seems to like your cooking skills and the food you make.

Riddle would be happy and honored because he gets to taste your cooking! But, oh boy, the look on his face when he saw the. . . soup? (is that even soup..? What is that..) was expected but it was something.

His reaction is quite priceless. As he takes one bite of your very, very good and amazing soup(?) you've made just for him, he looks at you and smiles through the disgusting taste and tries to eat it. You feel so bad for him because you can clearly see the singular teardrop rolling down his face as he (struggles) tries to eat all of it.

It seems like Riddle is currently in pain.

Watching him struggle to eat your 'amazingly' new recipe(?) was something that surprised you. You'd never thought the dorm leader of Heartslabyul would actually taste your outrageous food. Of course, you can make something way better than what you just gave him, but you just wanted to see his reaction. And you got his reaction, it was funny at first but now you just feel outright bad.

Getting out of your trance of thought, you looked at Riddle finishing your soup(?)...FINISHING YOUR SOUP(?)??

"RIDDLE DEAR-" you cut yourself off as you looked at him with wide eyes. You were lost for words. Out of the many people you've done this to, he was the first one actually eating all of it. You were quite skeptical about it because there's no way someone could eat whatever you made. You don't even know what you made either which is the funny part.

Hearing a loud crashing noise, You turn to see Riddle's unconscious body on the floor.

"OH MY GOD-"

In the end, Riddle got sick and you had to be there by his side and take care of him.

EXTRA !! :

Slowly opening the door to the room, you held a bowl of lemon chicken soup with some herbal tea and medicines and slowly bee-lined towards his bed and set everything down on his nightstand. Turning to look at Riddle's face that was peacefully sleeping, you smiled softly. Mentally saying sorry of course, then finally leaving the room with the fresh hot lemon chicken soup and steamed hot tea just for your beloved queen.

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Trey Clover :

When you asked Trey if you could cook him something for a surprise, he was already in the dormitory kitchen baking away for the next Unbirthday party which is tomorrow. Pretty busy too. But no worries, he'll give your cooking a try right after he's done baking the pastries and the other sweets.

When he was finally done with everything, Trey went to go immediately find you to ask about the little 'surprise' you were going to give him.

He was actually excited because he knows how you cook. It was always amazing. Even the students of the Heartslabyul Dorm liked it too.

Upon seeing you, he could've sworn he smelled something..awful. Though, he decided to ignore it and walked straight towards you. And the second he kept walking, the smell was getting worst.

Trey was worried if you did something (totally not murder), and it seemed like you did.

Excitedly scrambling off the chair you were sitting on, you held out a suspicious substance inside a bowl in front of him, waiting for his response.

He couldn't even speak. What did you even make and what was this? This is way worse than Lilia's cooking. And even though you could see the clear hesitation on his face, he worriedly looked at you with a small smile that says "are you sure you made this?". But he took the bowl of the suspicious substance out of your hands and looked at it thoroughly before taking a small sip out of it.

"S/O, are you sure you're the one that made..this?" there was a bit of hesitation in Trey's voice as he asked you this.

"Of course I did! I thought you liked my cooking? This is one of the new recipes that I wanted to try out, so I decided to have you test taste it first!"

This convinced Trey that you wanted to poison him out of spite. But, he was willing to try it just for your sake and happiness. Most of all, your happiness does come first in his eyes. Well, along with your safety.

But seriously, Trey was questioning himself while looking at this weirdly suspicious thing that was in front of him. There was a thought that came to his mind that you went to Lilia for a new recipe, but he quickly crossed that out. You were one of the best cooks in NRC, so it wouldn't make sense to him why were you even asking Lilia for help amongst the students that CAN cook.

As Trey was in space, you chuckled and continued to look at him and admire his face and his reaction before it was over. "Ya' know, you don't have to eat it if you want to. I don't take any offense to it." Trey looked at you for a moment then back at the soup(?) and sighs greatly. Currently praying for his mental (and physical) health, he took a bite out of it.

Your eyes widened up as you saw him gulp down the suspicious soup you gave him. You didn't even think that he would eat it anyways but it seems like you were wrong about that.

"TREY NO!"

He ended up in the nurse's office right after. Pray for him.

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Cater Diamond :

Omg, you want him to do a taste test?? And you're asking him?? HE NEEDS TO TAKE A PICTURE NOW-

When you first came up to him asking if you could have him do a taste test for your 'new recipe' that you just made, Cater gladly accepted the request. Who doesn't like your cooking? You were practically the chief of Heartslabyul! All of the students love your cooking.

"Don't put anything sweet in it please, you know how much I dislike sweets hehe~"

He'd actually be really happy and excited. And I bet that he's going to post it on Magicam like, 'Look what my S/O made for me!' just basically showing you off. But little does Cater know that you're planning to prank him with something that's not even edible (uh oh).

When Cater saw you that day, heading towards the Heartslabyul Dorm, he called you over to walk with him. Seeing that the soup you made is covered with a lid to conceal the stuff in it, he got really confused but he was excited nonetheless.

Finally getting to the dorm, Cater hurridly rushed you inside just so he can finally taste test your 'new recipe'. But once he open the lid, his eye twitched for a bit.

"S/O, you. . .you didn't make this right?" there was sweat dripping down Cater's face as he looked at the gooey substance with uneasy eyes, but he had a smile that was uncertain. "What do you mean Cater? Of course, I made that. It's my new recipe I told you about!" you said happily as if you're not trying to kill him right now.

Ahh . . . does he really have to try this? This was NOT magicamable S/O! Cater's hand was sweating as he picked up the spoon next to the bowl that had the substance in it. Before Cater could take one taste of the . . . thing . . . he looked at you.

You were practically beaming, having a closed eyed-smile as you expected him to taste it. But before you could've said anything, a sigh came out of Cater as he finally took a sip of it. You chuckled as you slowly opened your eyes.

"I'm just kidding Cater! You didn't have to- CATER!"

I would be certained that he fell uncousious because of the smell that was basically radioactive, but it wasn't, it was the taste. You were sweating bullets as you called someone for help. Not Riddle, of course, he's gonna be scary if you told him what happened.

Yeah, take good care of CayCay okay? He's gonna need it.