#sorry the text is so small i'm not good at...idk stuff like this X(

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Nagato pink-haired girl confirmed

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[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | sixteen.

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—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 6.1k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, the storm is here (literally), a bit of a lillll argument, san comes to the rescue ofc, saurrrr much tension at first.. like the air is THICCCK, coming to resolutions & making up 🥺, kissing/making out, sweet moments, unprotected sex, fingering, slightly nipple play, hella soft missionary, hella soft sex from behind. idk everything is hella sweet and hella soft cause they’re just so in love and missed each other pls let them have this lil tender moment!! 🤍, a small oc x iseul encounter (just because i needed her to at LEAST give iseul some business), sorry if i missed anything - quickly edited!

—on rotation: goin' crazy - natalie

"Babe. Go home?" Eunchae says over the phone while you pack some things up. You were the only one out of your friends who stayed behind to finish up a few things and get ahead before the storm rolled in. The rest of your friends were smart enough to leave, and now, you were stuck on campus until [god knows when] the storm would settle.

"Chae, I literally think I'm stuck here. I didn't leave early enough." You sigh and head towards the window, watching as the rain continues to pour, the wind howling and beating against the glass.

"Why don't you wait it out for a few and then dart out as soon as it stops? I'm sure we'll get a quick break from the storm." 

"I'm scared to drive out in this rain. What if it traps me out on the road?" You groan. "I should've left earlier but I had to take care of some stuff in the lab before the storm came in just in case. I didn't want it to set me back."

"Is the building staying strong? Back up generators and all still pulling through?"

"Yeah, thankfully—" As if you had just jinxed it, the lights suddenly shut off in your studio— the lights in surrounding rooms also going out. The street lights are out.

Everything is dark and cold.

"Oh, fuck. Nevermind." You whine and pretend to cry.

"What, the lights went out?!"

"Yeah. I think the backup generators might've tripped out."

"Girl, get your ass home. Who knows when they'll start investigating and working on that?" 

"I should've left yesterday. I should've just listened to my gut!"

"But no, you had to go and be my 'lil overachiever." The both of you hear your emails ding— the internet in the building going out, leaving you with choppy service. "Oop, there goes the university message about the backup generator getting blown out for residence halls."

"Save me."

"Babe, just wait it out and get outta there. I'm sure it'll be fine when you drive home later, okay? Text me if anything. I can force my stepbrother to come and rescue you if needed."

"No, no. It's fine. I'll be okay."

"Okay, be safe for now. Love you!"

"Love you, too!" You let out another small breath as you sit in front of your half-packed weekender bag. You continue to pack your things, finalizing the last bits of the necessities needed so you can dash out of here the moment the storm calms—

Whenever that is.

You set your bag aside, along with your jacket and shoes before plopping onto your couch to try and get some work done through your phone's hotspot. But, it doesn't last for long when the videos you need to watch won't play and your data won't upload properly. You check the weather to see if there are any gaps in the rain coming soon, but to your luck, there are none.

In fact, it only sounds like the rain will get worse until tomorrow afternoon.

"Fuck." You whine to yourself, feeling scared and alone without your friends around to keep you company. 

Had you listened to your gut and let your work sit for a minute, you wouldn't be in this predicament. 

You try to busy yourself by lighting up some candles, spreading it out within your studio from the kitchen table to your nightstand. You go from trying to take notes under the dim candlelight, to laying in your bed trying to warm up.

Suddenly, a text comes through on your phone. You weren't expecting anything to come through with how shitty and inconsistent the service has been. You grab your phone, assuming it was one of your friends or your mom checking in on you.

You did not think it'd be Choi San.

san: hope you're staying warm and safe, y/n.

Your heart drops and you immediately don't know what to do. Should you respond? Should you continue ignoring him, continue to force yourself to act like San doesn't mean much to you?

Erase that part of your life?

After all these months, he still has the same effect on you. No matter how hard you try to hide it, your feelings for him haven't gone anywhere.

you: trying to. i hope you are too.

He doesn't answer right away, but that's only because he wasn't expecting a response. He was fully convinced you hated him since the last time you spoke, yet that hasn't stopped him from thinking about you every single day. Especially now, when the storm is at its peak. You're alone, and he's alone. He misses you. 

He's pulled out of his thoughts when you follow up with another text, and he almost feels like this could be a window to talk to you and see how you've been doing. He's been itching to talk to you again.

you: do you have power?

san: i do. do you need anything? just saw the university message about part of the residence halls being out of power.

you: um, no. i think i'm okay.

san: you sure? did they say when it'll come back up?

you: no clue.

san: you can hang out here if you want. i'll give you space.

you: i'll think about it. thank you for offering, though.

san: course. let me know. i was actually hoping we could talk at some point.

You pout a bit, setting your phone aside as you try to lean back against your headboard and continue studying. You try to get your mind off of San, believing you can hold out until tomorrow when the rain smoothes over and the storm passes. The longer the power continues to stay off, the colder it gets. The harder the rain and wind get, the more you hate being alone.

What did San need to talk about?

Your curiosity definitely got to the best of you because even though you don't entirely think you're ready for whatever San has up his sleeve, you pick up your phone to text him back anyway. You don't wanna be alone, and even if you don't wanna admit it right now, you'd rather be with him than here.

you: but, it's pretty crazy outside. you'd drive in this?

san: well, yeah. it's tapering off for a bit anyway. do you want me to come?

you: okay.

san: i'll be there in about 15 minutes.

you: pls be careful.

san: i will, love.

You sigh, pinching at your bottom lip to try and understand your feelings right now. Were you excited? Were you nervous? Were you regretting this?

Should you tell him to not leave? Change your mind?

You're so conflicted that it takes up all your time— up until the very moment that San is texting you that he's in his usual spot. A wave of nostalgia washes over you, and obviously, it's too late to turn back now no matter how nervous you are. 

You throw on your huge puffer jacket, throwing on the hood from your hoodie over your head while grabbing your weekender bag, along with your school bag to try and get some work done at San's house. Might as well be productive in a warm place with running hot water, heat and lights.

San is right about the rain; it's a lot lighter than it was earlier, but you know it won't last for long. You hurriedly walk over as the rain continues to fall, swinging his door open and plopping yourself into the passenger's seat— slightly getting the leather wet.

"Hey."

"Hi." You say softly as you settle in, lowering the hood from your face. San feels like his heart is beating out of his chest while he watches you from the side, turning to throw your things in the back before looking at him. "Was it hard driving over?"

"No."

"Hm, okay." You hum. 

"How's it been?"

"Fine, I guess."

"You guess?"

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Heard you're in the final stages for your transfer to Mirae. Namjoon says it's been crazy busy for you because you're trying to wrap things up before you leave."

"Oh, right." You look down at your hands. "Yeah. Yeah, he's right." You pause. "It has been busy that I've barely had time for myself. All worth in the end, I guess."

"Excited?"

"Not sure yet. I will be, I think."

"Mm. That's great, Y/N. You deserve it." You look at him and furrow your brows before scoffing a bit.

"So, that's it? We're just gonna act like things are fine because you're coming to my rescue during a storm?"

"No, that's not it at all." San looks at you, almost matching your energy. "First of all, I was worried about you. Second, I just wanted to check in and then apologize. Is that so wrong of me to do?"

"You don't have to do all that."

"Well, I want to."

"Apologize for what?" You look directly outside of the windshield, listening and watching as the rain hits the glass harshly.

"The texts and the calls during Mingi's birthday at the bar."

"It's fine."

"Was it? You were kinda brushing me off."

"The last time we spoke before that, you broke up with me and we didn't necessarily part ways on a friendly note."

"I wanted to, but you were angry."

"You decided what was best for me. Without me." You cross your arms and look out the window, feeling the hot tears brimming your lids.

"I didn't come and pick you up to argue." He sighs when he sees the switch in your body language. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry because I know I was out of line and I shouldn't have done things that way. I did mean it, though. Everything I said to you that night. What happened that night didn't mean—"

"What is the point of this, San?" You begin to cry into your hands while sitting in the seat. "I don't know what you want."

"Baby, you know what I want."

"Stop." You whine a bit. "I don't know what you want."

"You. It's always been you." He shakily sighs, his own tears brimming his lids. "I'm sorry, I just— I didn't mean to hurt you, love. You know I didn't. I know you've been angry about it, but I was just trying to do what was best at the time. I was scared, and I didn't want anything to happen to you so I jumped. Baby, please know that." His eyes are burning up, cheeks slightly rosy as he looks at you with concern. With hurt.

With love.

"San, you make this so complicated." You whine as you dig your head into your hands as a dull headache comes on.

"I'm not trying to, sweetheart." He almost matches your tone, gaining frustration from the entire situation all over again. It isn't you, no. It's just the fact that he had to do what he needed to do in order to blow shit over, but that meant spending months away from you— the one person wanted and needed. 

You're pulled out of your own thoughts when the rain starts to pick up again, pounding against the windshield and windows like pellets. You sigh and shake your head, running your hand through your hair.

"Can we just not.. right now? The storm is gonna pick up again, maybe I should just head back—" 

"You can stay at mine. I'll give you space like I promised. Who knows when the generators will be back up." He starts up his car and you don't even protest. "Do you want me to stop by anywhere before heading to the house?"

"It's crazy out here, San. We should just get back to the house." He sighs a bit.

"I'll make you some ramen when we get back." You quietly sit back and watch as San safely navigate the incredibly wet and dangerous roads back to his house. Luckily, it isn't far from campus, and your anxiety lowers when he gets closer to his place. Just as you're about to turn onto his street, the storm picks up quick— the rain hitting the car harshly, making it hard to see through the windshield. But, San finally pulls into his garage, allowing you to release the breath you've been holding during the car ride.

You feel safe again.

You feel safe like you typically do when you're with San. Angry or not— San has always been a safe space for you.

He swings your door open after grabbing your things in the back, giving you space to step out and walk ahead of him. It feels so familiarly unfamiliar walking into his house after months of not doing so, but everything feels the same. It still feels.. safe. Comfortable. 

It looks the same.

"It's warm."

"Good." San chuckles a bit before nodding towards upstairs. "I'll take you to the guest bedroom so you can get comfortable and do whatever you need to do." You nod and follow San upstairs, trying to see if anything has changed. But, nothing has. 

He swings the door open and the bed is still neatly made with its light grey, fluffy duvet, matching sheets and pillowcases. You quietly set your things down while San backtracks out into the hallway.

"Let me grab you a towel." You nod, starting to go through your bag to change into the pajamas you brought— some old christmas pants and an oversized sweater. San comes back into the room with a towel, placing it gently on the edge of the bed. "Here."

"Thank you." You grab the towel, along with your travel pouch and clothes, and head to the guest bathroom to get washed up. You're setting your things down onto the counter when you hear San approaching. He's carrying something in his hand, welcoming himself into the bathroom.

"I, um, have this." San brings a basket full of skincare and hair products that you use. "I took note of the stuff you use so you wouldn't have to keep hauling it over. You know.. back then." You turn to him, surprised he got every detail right.

"San."

"It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, it is. Thank you."

"Course. Do you need anything else?"

"No. This is perfect." He nods. 

"I'll be downstairs." You give him a tiny smile before he walks out and shuts the door to leave you to your peace. You take a moment to go through the basket that San brought in, feeling your heart swell at how incredibly attentive he's always been. 

You miss him so badly, and he's just in the room below.

You shake off the thoughts in your head, stepping into the piping hot shower to finally release all stress and overthinking. You take your time being that San's power seems to be holding on strong, and you're not gonna lie, his shower feels amazing after the busy ass weeks you've been having. You step out after a good 30-mins of extra lathering, exfoliation and scrubbing, really giving yourself the self-care treatment you've been yearning for. You finish up your routine by lotioning up and brushing some treatment through your hair before changing into your pajamas. You step into the room to fix your things, grabbing your laptop and gently tossing it on the bed so you can slowly pick up where you left off earlier—

"Nice pajamas." San stands by the door with a bowl and water in his hands, making you roll your eyes.

"I was supposed to head to my mom's, not yours." You pout and it makes San bite his lip to prevent himself from teasing you even more about your mickey mouse Christmas pajamas. "Don't make fun of me."

"No, it's cute." He sets the bowl of ramen on the nightstand near the bed. "Made you a bowl."

"Thank you." He nods.

"I'm gonna be next door in my office to finish up some things. Will you be okay in here?"

"Yeah, I will be."

"Well, you're welcome to pop in if you need anything. Help yourself to anything downstairs, too. You can just leave the bowl in the dishwasher."

"No worries. Thank you, San." You say softly as you sit on the edge of the bed. He nods and locks eyes with you for a moment, a soft gaze on his face before he grabs at the door handle. He slowly shuts the door, almost pained having to do so.

He wishes he didn't have to, he wishes he didn't have to keep this door between you two. Those walls.

And you do, too. But, you're too scared to say it. Because if you say it, how will you overcome these feelings? You shouldn't even be here in the first place since you've done so well minding your own business while burying your feelings for San. You've done so well, and now, you're here. Threatening to reverse all of that work. You just weren't sure where this would take you two and the uncertainty kills you.

In the end, what if it just never really works out? What would've all of this been for?

You shake the thoughts out of your head, eating the delicious ramen San made you before chugging most of your water bottle. It gives you enough energy to power through the work you couldn't complete earlier in your studio due to the power going out. You can hear San hopping on a few phone calls, one being with Jongho. You hear San's deep voice talking through a lot of key points during some of these calls. You try to focus your way through most of your work, trying to ignore how awfully attractive San sounds through the walls.

Then, it gets quiet. And you know he's busying himself, too. 

When in reality, San is wondering when he could talk to you a little more. He can't stop thinking about how cute you look in those pajamas. How much he just wanted to hug you and hold you close. 

To just be with you.

But instead, he lets out an audible sigh and continues working on his presentation for this meeting coming up for a new grant he's close to being rewarded. It takes him about another 45 minutes before he's done for the evening. He shuts off his computer and fixes his desk before heading out of his office to get cozy.

You don't really hear San moving around as much, so you figured he was deep in his work that you could head downstairs, clean up your dishes and grab another water bottle for the night. When you swing the door open, the door to San's office is open, and so is the room. You don't see San around, but you do faintly hear the shower going. You quietly shut the door and head down the steps with the dishes and empty water bottle in hand, instantly tossing the bottle into San's recycling bin. You wash the dishes instead of leaving them in the dishwasher, setting them neatly on San's drying rack next to the sink. Afterward, you dig into San's fridge for a new water bottle, quickly eyeing how stocked his fridge is.

"Hey." He looks at you as he comes down the steps slowly, running a small towel across his wet hair. Your eyes can't help but fall to his bare chest for a short moment, a shirt hanging on his broad shoulder. "Sorry, wasn't expecting you to be down here right at this moment." You shut the fridge door.

"Just wanted to grab some more water and wash your dishes." He nods.

"Is it too cold for you upstairs? Do you want me to turn up the heat?"

"No, it's alright. Thanks." He brushes past you, the scent of his body wash lingering in the air. He digs into the fridge and pulls out his own water bottle before twisting the cap open and taking a sip. You find yourself stuck in your position until thunder roars outside, lightning following shortly afterward. 

"Jeez." San says, looking at the weather outside. "Yeah, you definitely wouldn't be having a good time at your place in this."

"Not at all." He cocks his head to the side, trying to read the quiet tone you respond with.

"You scared of thunder?"

"No." You look at him with a look. "Not really." He cocks a brow up, still shirtless a few feet away from you. "Kinda. It's just really loud." He chuckles a bit.

"Well, you're safe here." You silently nod.

"Aren't you cold or something?" You avoid eye contact as you take another sip of your water.

"Not really. Why? Is this bothering you?" He smirks a bit and you roll your eyes.

"Please."

"Just curious." Is all he says with the smirk still on his face while taking another sip. You should be heading upstairs to mind your own business and sleep, distancing yourself from San like you had originally planned.

But, you can't.

And he can tell.

He stands in the kitchen, watching as you pause in your steps, turning back to face him.

"San?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Can I.. ask you something then?"

"What's up?" He gently sets his bottle back down, slipping into his t-shirt. Finally, you think. It's hard when your attraction to him hasn't faded one bit.

"About that night.. with Zara."

"Oh." He simply says, leaning against the counter. "What about that night?"

"Did you mean that part?" You step closer to him. "You know, about the kiss."

"I did. It shouldn't have happened in the first place, and there was just a misunderstanding between us. I never meant to lead her on or anything, but I think she might've mistaken my actions for feelings."

"Oh." He sees you deflate a bit and he reaches out to brush your hair back. He does it slow, though. In case you don't want him near you, or you retract. But, you don't. You look at him like you've been needing him the same way he's needed you, and it relaxes him a bit.

"Y/N, I promise. It didn't mean anything. She kissed me first and I didn't really have time to react right away. It sounds stupid, and I was drunk. But, it meant nothing to me. And I told her the truth." His hand rests on your cheek and you lean into his touch. "Even throughout all of that, I just felt even more.. lonely and empty without you, I didn't really know how to cope with it."

"It made me feel like you two had something going on."

"No." He says softly. "I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to make you sad or upset over that." You pull away from his touch and look down at your feet.

"That's okay."

"Is it?" You nod. "I'm sorry for the way I came off that night, too. I didn't mean to overwhelm you or anything."

"That's okay, San." You respond close to a whisper.

"I thought you were done with me."

"No. I've just been doing what you insisted in the first place." He sighs, his hand dropping down from your cheek.

Things shouldn't be this complicated, and he's afraid he doesn't care much about the repercussions anymore. Time has passed, and his feelings haven't changed.

It shouldn't be like this.

"Anyway. Should probably head back upstairs." There's a sense of defeat in your tone and San can feel it, too. He simply nods, fighting with himself to gain the courage to just ask you to join him in bed tonight so you can talk, catch up. 

So he can say sorry.

So he can get you back.

Because that's all he wants, and that's all he's ever cared for.

Why he chose today in particular, he isn't sure. But, the storm, the gloomy days and the rain all reminded him of the way he'd be feeling lately and how tired he was of it.

San quietly follows you up the steps, every step closer and closer to shattering through the invisible glass floor he walks on.

Fuck this.

"Hey. Why don't you—" San begins, but it comes out at the same exact time you hit him with the—

"Actually. Is it okay if I join you?" The both of you pause, looking at each other with a sort of need, a sort of long time longing and yearning.

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah, of course." You rub at your arm as you slowly walk into the room after him, awkwardly standing at the end of his bed as if you hadn't slept there before. "You can get comfortable, Y/N. You don't have to do that."

"Sorry, it's just been awhile."

"That's okay." He pulls back the covers and gives you a moment to slip in before he does. He adjusts a bit, making sure to leave some space in between in case you were uncomfortable, but the distance only has you feeling empty. Lonely. "Gotta make sure the thunder doesn't get you."

"Funny." You turn to him and glare, making him laugh a bit. The photo on his nightstand catches your attention— it's a photo you two took on your trip to the Baskin Conference. He must have caught on because his eyes travel down to the photo and he smiles toothlessly.

"It's my favorite picture."

"It's mine, too." You respond softly while looking at San in front of you. His eyes are roaming around, eyeing your features. "So, are you and Zara still friends?" He shrugs.

"I don't really know. I haven't talked to her. It's pretty awkward and I know I hurt her, so I don't know if she necessarily wants me around."

"Sorry."

"Don't be."

"She's always had it for you, San. And I almost thought you two were better off. I thought it'd end up that way when we broke up." He shakes his head.

"Nah. I've only been concerned about one person and that has never changed since everything happened." He says, close to a whisper. His hand comes to your cheek again, gently caresses the surface with his thumb. The space in between you two feels so cold, and it makes you realize you don't wanna be this far from San.

You don't want anything to keep you two apart anymore.

"I wanna talk to you about that day, too. When we were in the car."

"Okay." 

"There were so many things happening that I just needed to protect you from." He brushes the hair away from your face. "Please know that I never wanted it to happen, and that I never had any plans to leave. I just had to do what was right because I was scared for you first and foremost. I didn't want you to get hurt, I didn't want anything to happen to you."

"I know, San. I'm sorry." You whisper. "I was too hurt to realize it at first, but I know you were just trying to protect me and do what was best." He licks his lips and continues to maintain eye contact.

"But, trust me. I wouldn't have if I truly didn't have to, angel. You were and have always been the most important person. That hasn't changed." You lean into his touch, turning your head to gently lay a kiss on the palm of his hand— scooting into his arms when he pulls you into them.

And it feels like home all over again.

"San."

"Yeah, love?"

"I don't wanna do this anymore."

"I don't either." You feel the tears welling up in your lids, a few already streaking down your cheeks. The only difference this time around is that San is here to wipe it away, to comfort you, to physically reassure you that he has always been here regardless of the circumstances.

"I'm tired of crying over you, I'm tired of missing us."

"I hated seeing you cry. I don't want you to cry."  He whispers.

"Then, what're we supposed to do, San?" You ask at a whisper and he continues to cup your cheek.

"You're transferring, love. Things will change, and I don't think it'll be as bad as it was before."

"I know, but we shouldn't be reckless anymore. Regardless if I'm transferring."

"I won't. We won't. I can't keep going like this, baby. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do and I don't wanna do it anymore." He shakes his head. "I can't lose you for good. I can't."

"You won't."

"Good, cause I don't plan to." He says lowly, caressing your cheek before bringing your lips to his for a sweet, soft kiss.

You missed this, and you missed San. And your body must have too, because it reacts instantly to his touch. His kiss.

He holds you close, his body heat keeping you warm under the sheets. He cups your cheek and presses soft, feathery kisses to your eye, cheek.

Nose.

Lips.

"Missed you, sweetheart."

"Missed you too, Sannie."

"Yeah?" He whispers, continuing to plant sweet kisses across your face, down your neck.

Soon, your shirt is off and so is San's. He takes his time caressing your body, feeling every inch that he can. 

Lips gently dragging across your skin like a paintbrush against the canvas; painting you with sweet, love marks— kisses that are meant to close and heal each wound from the past months.

You and San take your time indulging in each other. The kisses are slow, the touches are gentle. The actions are sweet. He hovers over you, careful not to put his entire weight down while he kisses down to your chest— tongue swirling around your perked buds one at a time before gently pulling back with a pop. His thumb is slowly rubbing at your heat as he continues his trail down, two digits slipping in just to feel how wet you are for him— how ready you are for him. His lips are grazing yours as he slightly picks up the pace; just enough for you to feel his fingers curling at the right spots, dragging them in and out at a overwhelmingly pleasurable pace to start you off.

He takes his time. His focus is on you, not himself.

When you beg him to keep going, he teases you a bit with his cock— slipping and sliding in between your folds with intention, nudging his tip ever so slightly into your entrance before repeating his motions a few more times. He lets out a low moan when he sees how much you're yearning for him, how much your eyes are pleading him for him to give you more and more— slowly easing himself into the space that was made for him and him only until he bottoms out, your pussy swallowing him whole. He pauses for a second, now lowering himself back down onto your body so he can hold you close. The both of you wrap your arms around each other as he starts at a slow and steady pace— letting you feel every inch of him, every part of him that missed you so terribly and so deeply. 

He praises you in your ear, keeping you close, holding you close; making sure he won't ever let you go again. Everything about it is so sensual, so intimate, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be than in San's arms. He continues slowly, deeply, laying more kisses across the skin of your neck and jaw.

Back up to your cheeks, eyes.

Nose. 

Lips. 

“Can you be a good girl and turn around for me, baby? Hm?” He says and hums lowly. “Please.” He pleads, just as he presses his lips onto yours for a heated, open-mouthed kiss. You do as he asks, flipping onto your stomach while you press your cheek against the pillow. His large hands roam up your body, leaving kisses in a fiery trail from your lower back— up to your shoulder blades and the sides of your neck. He reconnects your bodies as one, your mouth falling agape as he lets out a deep moan. You’ve got a leg bent up, with the other straight— San’s hands resting on your thigh and hip as he slides his thick cock in and out of you. He’s quick to find his rhythm, moans and repeated whines filling the walls of the bedroom.

"Y/N." San lowers himself to grip your chin, back pressed against his chest. He whispers in your ear as he rolls his hips into you from behind harshly, an arm now wrapped around you to keep you as close as possible.

"Sannie." You breathe out repeatedly. He pants, the low moans and whimpers echoing in the space of the room. 

Bodies slick with sweat. 

San moves to the side, pressing his lips against your temple just before letting out another guttural groan at the way your walls squeeze him so perfectly, pushing him right at the edge.

Heaven sent.

"Y/N." He repeats your name, his words are choked; he feels himself tipping over, coil ready to snap any second. His dick slick with your wetness every time he drags in and out. "I love you." He says. "I love you, baby." He repeats over and over, and over, and over again. Until it sinks into your skin, into those wounds. 

Until it bleeds deep into your soul.

"I love you too, San."

In the following weeks, you find yourself busy as can be in Professor Kim's lab. You were able to pull your transfer application and all the required documents together within the two week timeframe given, along with participating in meetings with Professor Qi to slowly start getting yourself acclimated to her lab, her work and the clinical department you'd be working heavily in.  

To say you are exhausted would be an understatement.

But, having San back by your side helps a lot. 

You and San have been very secretive about your relationship for very obvious reasons; despite you pretty much having the transfer in your pocket and being the next step in your career, you were still scared. You stopped having San pick you up on campus, opting to drive to his place and slipping your car into the garage while San would leave his cars out. You wouldn't mention San to anyone, you wouldn't talk about his lab, you wouldn't do anything except focus on yourself, your work in Professor Kim's lab and making preparations to move.

After hours— it was different.

Barely can keep your hands off of each other within the walls of San's home, making up for lost time. Constantly in each other's space, afraid to let go in case the other wanders too far away. But, you could never. San could never.

"Sannie." You giggle when San wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses you against the forehead, cheek, jaw. His hands roam around your body, caressing and squeezing every inch he possible can. 

"Why are you rushing out?"

"Uh, because I have things to do. Like you do." You laugh.

"5 minutes."

"5 minutes and we'll both be late. No." He whines and pouts.

"No fun."

"I'll see you later, yeah?" You turn to face him after getting your things together. "Have a good day." San continues to pout.

"You too, baby." You laugh and start heading out of the room. San follows, tying the tie around his neck properly. "What time are you planning to come, anyway?"

"I promised my friends I'd get dinner with them, so after?"

"Hm." He hums. "Okay, love."

"But, at least I won't have an early start tomorrow."

"Thank god. Cause I got plans for tonight." You smile and caress his chin before giving him another quick peck to the lips. 

"I love you." You say softly when you pull back briefly.

"I love you, too." San smiles, losing his pout completely when he hears you say those words. It could literally fuel his entire day— which, he'll need with all the back-to-back meetings he has today.

When you get to campus, you head straight to class— grabbing a parfait on the way over. It seems to be a pretty busy day on campus, being that it was nearly impossible to find parking, and all your favorite quick cafés seemed to be packed with people. You find that there are multiple symposiums going on, along with other important events around campus. Class isn't too bad, and it goes by a lot quicker with the last half being small group breakouts and assignments that need to be completed before class ends. Afterward, you hurry on to the lab, hoping to snag one of the small conference rooms for your check-in with Professor Qi.

Except, you run into a minor roadblock— one that you very much want to confront head on instead of ignoring it like you typically do.

"Professor Lee?" You turn to Iseul as you tuck your books to your chest. She turns over her shoulder to look at you, brows knitted tightly together as if she's already annoyed that you're calling for her attention. And if she is, you couldn't give a fuck. Because she isn't gonna like what's gonna come out of your mouth next, and you hope it finally sinks into her thick ass skull.

"Yes?" She checks her watch. "Can we make this brief? I'm heading to a meeting."

"Don't worry, I don't care to take up much of your time." You give her a small smile. "Thank you for your support with my move to Professor Qi's lab at Mirae. Seems like after all the trouble you went through to try and air out my business, it only brought me to better opportunities. I'm not going anywhere and so isn't San." She's glaring at you now, watching your every move in total disgust.

"Very bold move of you to come up to me and waste my time on the way to a meeting."

"Also very bold of you to meddle in his business after everything you've put him through."

"You have no right to speak on that."

"And you had no right to involve yourself in something that doesn't concern you." You pause. "Just so we're clear on this." You step a little closer and tilt your head to the side. "You can do whatever you want, however you want. I'm not gonna let you take his happiness away again." She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, turning to her watch again.

"I’ll assume this is done." You give her a toothless smile before she storms off, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Although she probably won't give this another thought, you felt accomplished having released that from your chest. But little do you know, she hates it, and she hates it because she only thought she was doing the right thing.

Now, she's the enemy and everyone sees her and Yunho as that.

you: hey.

You pull out your phone as you scurry along to the conference room, still having enough time to spare before your check-in with Professor Qi. San texts back almost instantly even though he's definitely in a Zoom meeting right now, making you chuckle to yourself.

He will always make time for you, regardless.

san: hey baby. what's up?

you: sorry, wasn't expecting you to answer mid-meeting.

san: it's alright, i can do both. you okay?

you: i am.

you: i just wanna say i really appreciate you, san.

san: all of a sudden? 😂 i appreciate you too, love. more than you know.

you: yeah. 🥹 i love you.

san: i love you too, sweet girl.

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[nowiminexileseeingyouout]

I missed you I missed this

kate martin x reader

she’s distant you get sad she eats you out as an apology!!

sorry for any mistakes i only checked this like once (i may come back to write but idk yet tumblr scares me)

Kate sighed as she walked through the door, her blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. She had that look, the one you knew all too well - the one that said she was sorry, but also a little frustrated. Her dirty blonde hair, usually straight with small waves, was slightly disheveled from the long day she'd had.

"Hey baby," she said softly, setting her bag down by the door. "I know I'm late, but I had to deal with some stuff at practice. Coach was riding us hard today."

She took a step closer, her eyes still locked on yours. "Come here, let's talk about this," she said, holding out her hand. "Come here."

You hesitated for a moment, still a little pissed that she hadn't texted you earlier. But as you looked into her eyes, you could see the sincerity there, the genuine remorse for making you wait.

"Nah, you can’t treat me like that," you said, but you found yourself moving towards her anyway. "Okay, fine. But you better explain yourself."

Kate pulled you close, wrapping her strong arms around you. She was still in her practice clothes, the faint scent of sweat and her signature perfume filling your nose. "I told you I was dealing with some stuff, babe. You know how intense things have been with the season starting up."

She tilted your chin up with her finger, forcing you to meet her gaze. "You know, you're always on my mind, even when I'm out there on the court. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Kate's thumb brushed over your bottom lip, her eyes flicking down to your mouth and then back up to your eyes. "Don't pout," she murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I missed you so much. You missed being on my lap, didn't you?"

“I really did,” you reply while she slid her hands down to your back, finding that sweet spot at the bottom of your spine. You couldn't help but melt into her touch, your body remembering the feeling of being in her arms.

"It's okay I’m back now," she whispered, starting to rub slow circles into your back. "And I know you've had a long day too. Did you get that promotion you were hoping for?"

You nodded, a small smile spreading across your face. "Yeah, I did. It's not official yet but it's looking good," you replied, leaning into Kate's touch as her strong hands worked out the knots in your back. "I've been waiting for this for so long."

Kate beamed at you, her blue eyes sparkling with pride and excitement. "I know you have, babe. I'm so fucking proud of you," she said, pulling you in for a tight hug. "You've worked so hard for this."

She started to walk her fingers up your spine, finding that sensitive spot at the base of your neck. "So, anything else happen while I was gone?" she asked, her voice a low murmur in your ear.

You shivered at the feeling of her breath on your skin, your body tingling with anticipation. "Yeah, a few things," you admitted, your cheeks flushing slightly. "It doesn’t matter now. But I missed you. I missed this."

Kate leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh yeah? You missed me touching you like this?" she asked, her hand sliding down to grip your ass, squeezing it lightly as you timidly nod your head against her shoulder.

She pulled you closer, so that you were straddling her lap, your legs spread wide around her hips. You could feel the heat of her body radiating through her practice clothes, warming your core.

"Tell me what you missed, baby," she purred, her fingers sliding up your thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there. "Tell me everything you thought about while I was gone."

Her other hand slid up your back, tangling in your hair. She tugged on it lightly, tilting your head back to expose your throat. Kate leaned in, her lips brushing against your pulse point. She pressed a soft kiss there, then another, working her way up to your jaw.

"Come on, baby. Don't be shy," she coaxed, her voice a low rumble in her chest. "I want to hear it all. Every dirty thought, every fantasy. Give it to me."Kate grinned wickedly as she felt you grind your hips into her lap, your core rubbing her practice shorts. "Look at you, already so eager," she purred, her hands gripping your hips and pulling you harder against her. "You been thinking about this, haven't you? About me touching you, fucking you, making you scream my name?"

You try and respond but all that comes out is a humiliating whining sound so instead she captures your mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to claim every inch of you. She nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue before diving back in to plunder your mouth. Her hands slid up your sides, pushing your shirt up and over your head in one swift motion. She broke the kiss long enough to yank it off and toss it aside.

"Fuck, I missed these," Kate growled, her hands cupping your breasts and kneading the soft flesh. "I dream about these perfect tits every night." She leaned down, taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking hard, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud.

Kate's hand slid between your legs, pushing your panties aside to stroke your dripping slit. "Shit, baby, you're fucking soaked," she groaned around your nipple. "Tell me, did you touch this pretty pussy while I was gone? Did you slide your fingers in deep, pretending it was me fucking you?"

She pushed two fingers inside your tight heat, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. Kate could feel your walls fluttering around her fingers, gripping them tightly as if trying to pull them in deeper.

"That's it, baby. Ride my hand," Kate encouraged, her voice a low growl. "Fuck yourself on my fingers. I want to feel this cunt squeeze the cum out of me."

Kate captured your mouth again, swallowing your moans and cries of pleasure. She could feel your body tensing, your hips bucking wildly against her hand as she fucked you harder and faster. She curled her fingers just right, stroking that special spot inside you that made your toes curl.

"Come on, baby. Give it to me," Kate demanded, her voice a low command. "I want to feel you cum all over my hand. Fucking soak my fingers with your juices."

She pinched yourclit hard, rolling the sensitive bud between her fingers as she felt your body start to shake. "That's it, baby. Let go," she urged, her eyes locked on yours, blazing with lust and love. "Cum for me. Now."

And just like that, your world shattered. Your back arched, pressing your breasts against Kate's chest as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Kate groaned, feeling your pussy clench and spasm around her fingers, gushing your release all over her hand and dripping down onto her lap.

"Fuck yes, just like that," Kate panted, working you through your high, her fingers slowing their movements but not stopping until the last aftershock had left your body limp and sated in her arms.

As you floated down from your high, Kate captured your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue stroked yours softly, a sweet caress that made your heart flutter. She pulled back slightly, her blue eyes shining with adoration and a hint of mischief.

"Welcome home, baby," you whispered, a small smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips. "I promise, that was just the beginning of me showing you how much I've missed you." she says

Kate stood up, easily lifting you with her and carrying you towards the bedroom. She laid you down gently on the bed, taking a moment to admire your naked form sprawled out before her. Her eyes drank in every curve, every dip, committing it all to memory.

"I love you so fucking much," she murmured, climbing onto the bed and hovering over you.

Kate leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, before finally capturing your lips in a tender, loving kiss. She poured all of her feelings into it, all of the longing and desire and pure, unadulterated love she felt for you.

"I'm here now," she said softly as she broke the kiss, her nose nudging against yours affectionately. "And I'm not going anywhere. Ever again. You're stuck with me, babe."

[fanfictionstuff]

Envy x Reader

So, I have a weird friend who somehow never watched FMA. I was rewatching it and mentioned it to her. She fell in love with Envy's character. She went to find fanfics, and there is nothing. I remember reading a good amount when Brotherhood first came out, and for the original incorrect FMA, so I guess they were all deleted when fanfiction.net did that purge smh.

So she begged asked me to write something for her. Because I do feel guilty and know how it feels not to find fanfics for a character you like...I decided to write it for her. Maybe two parts. This part already has 10,500 words but I'm not sure if I like it or not. 🙃

IDK but there will be smut in the second part as part of my friend's request.

Envy is referred to as he/him.

I love Envy's reactions in this scene lmao

It was a really stupid idea. Most people have sensible friends to prevent them from doing something this stupid. Not only do you not have enough friends, but the ones you do have don’t stop you from doing stupid things.

Furthermore, one of the friends who didn’t stop you is the same one who led you to this predicament. You had been laughing at her while she held the book up to your small group, claiming that it could summon demons, among other things.

“There’s no way that’s real. If it were real, there would be demons or other supernatural stuff happening all over the world. You’re being ridiculous.” You had scoffed at her. Another friend asked her if she planned to do one of the summons or rituals. “No. You don’t mess with stuff like that.”

“It’s not real.” You scoff again.

“Well ____, if it’s not real, why don’t you try it?”

You gaze down at the summoning circle crafted from rope and sticks. Is this right? Holding the book open in your left hand, you compare the circle illustrated in the book with the one on the ground, shifting your gaze back and forth. “It needs blood?” you murmur to yourself, translating the text with your phone.

You awkwardly stare at the uneven circle and then at the book. Do you even have anything to draw blood with? Yes, you have a small pocket knife. Will you use it to draw blood? No. You aren’t gonna risk an infection for this. Shifting your attention back to your phone, you notice something: a bandage. It's from a small, yet painful, papercut you had earlier in the day.

Without a second thought, you remove the bandage and drop it in the center of the circle.

“Okay, that should do it. I think.” You shrug. “Wait, what language do I read this in?” Do you read it translated or attempt to read it in the native language?

You decide to go with the language of the book. Latin? It doesn’t matter. Sighing, you place your phone in your back pocket and begin to read the words. Fumbling over every few words as you read.

Nothing.

“Huh. I guess I either did it wrong, or it just doesn’t work,” you laugh lightly, thinking it’s probably both. Turning away from the circle, you reach for the bag that carried all the rope.

“Hey! You!”

You pause and slowly turn around. Something is in the center of the summoning circle. Something that speaks. Confusion washes over you. Did your dumbass actually summon something? Mia is going to have your head.

You stare down at the small green creature in disbelief. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” it snaps, glaring at you.

Slowly, you lower yourself until you’re squatting down in front of it. “Hi?”

The creature seems unimpressed by your attempt at a greeting, and it glances around the circle. “Did you summon me? Why would you do that?!” It snaps at you.

“I didn’t—” it gives you an unimpressed look. “Okay, so I didn’t mean to.” 

“So, you didn’t mean to summon me?” 

“…yeah.”

“You summoned me, and you didn’t mean to? Why are humans so stupid?” it remarks casually, tossing an insult your way. You frown—an odd worm-like creature just insulted you. You lean in slightly for a closer look. It has six tiny legs, a tail, and… a strange mouth? You struggle to comprehend its appearance.

“Sorry, I, uh, didn’t expect it to work. Honestly, I was trying to prove to my friend that it wouldn’t. I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start by telling me where I am.” 

“Uh…what do you mean? Like—” 

“Idiot.” Another insult your way. 

Awkwardly, you mumble the name of the nearest city. It looks at you like you have three heads. “Where?” It snaps at you. “What country?” 

You answer it.

The little green thing stares at you like you’re crazy. “What? How far is it from Amestris?” 

“Where?” 

“You really are an idiot.”

Huffing, you stand back up. “How do you spell it? I’ll look it up.” You pull out your phone as you question it. It looks curiously at the device but doesn’t comment on it; instead, it tells you how to spell it.

“…That’s not a country; it’s the name of an old queen from around 400 BC.” You turn your phone around to show the creature, and it quickly scans the text.

You have to hold back from asking, 'Who's the idiot now?’ As you hold the phone up to the odd creature, you lean in more to get a better look at it. Wait, you watch as it’s eyes scan the text. It can read? “So…what are you anyway?”

“A homunculus.”

You slowly stand back up and tuck your phone into your pocket. “Okay, well, what do we do now?” Honestly, every instinct inside you screams to run. But you are the one who summoned it. So, you ignore your instincts that might have been able to save you from what happens next.

“I don’t know.” It glances around its surroundings before fixating on you with an intense stare. After a few minutes of what feels like an awkward staring contest, the creature suddenly dashes toward you and scurries up your leg. You let out an involuntary scream, falling backward onto the ground as you frantically try to shake it off.

Avoiding your hands swatting at it, it runs until it’s on your shoulder.

It bites you.

You scream again.

“Stop screaming!” It snaps, “You’re going to burst my eardrum!”

Your shoulder burns as you lift your hand to cover the open wound, forgetting about knocking the parasite thing off your body. “It hurts!” you snap back at it. It scoffs at your reaction. “You’re weak.”

“So?” You turn your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the creature when you remember it’s on your shoulder. “I never claimed otherwise. Get off me.” You swipe at it once more, but it simply shifts to your other shoulder.

“I want you to take me into town.” The creature stares at you expectantly.

“Why would I do that?! You just—”

“I’ll bite you again,” it warns.

“What? Why did you bite me the first time? That's not a normal bite. Are you venomous? Do I need to go to the hospital?”

The asshole scoffs at you and climbs up and causally sits on top of your head. “What are you doing?!”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop screaming?” it scoffs. “I’m trying to figure out where I am.”

I’ll just take it into town, and once we’re there, I can just leave it wherever, and I’ll never have to see it again. Maybe I’ll even wake up in my bed and realize it’s a weird dream at some point. You choose to ignore the fact that if it were a dream, the bite wouldn’t have felt that painful.

After a few minutes of walking in awkward silence, you decide to question it. “So, do you have a name?”

“Envy.”

“I’m ______.”

It doesn’t acknowledge your introduction, and the rest of the walk to the town is quiet, except for the occasional twig snapping beneath your feet. Envy moved back on your shoulder at some point, its tiny claws digging just enough into your skin to remind you of its presence. The wound from its bite throbs with each step. 

"You walk too slowly," it complains after a while.

"Sorry, my shoulder hurts," you mutter.

"Your blood tastes strange," Envy remarks suddenly. "Different from what I'm used to." 

"That's... disturbing," you mutter, quickening your pace. The trail opens up to the outskirts of town, small houses coming into view. “Is that a car?” Disbelief fills its voice. “What year is it?” It hisses. 

“2025, why?”

“I came from 1915.” 

Curious, you google cars from 1915. “Hey, Envy, is this what cars look like where you’re from?”

The creature's tiny body stiffens on your shoulder as it stares at your phone screen. "Yes. Something like that." There's a different tone to its voice now—something almost vulnerable beneath the hostility.

You frown; you just uprooted this creature from whatever world it came from. Guilt twists in your stomach. As you approach the town's first buildings, Envy suddenly darts beneath your collar, its cold body pressing against your neck. "Hey!" you protest.

"Shut up," it hisses against your skin. "I can't let people see me like this."

The warmth of its breath against your neck sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. "Fine, but stop moving around so much."

Walking through town with a homunculus hidden against your neck proves more difficult than you'd imagined. Every time someone passes, Envy presses closer.

“So, what are you going to do, Envy?” 

Envy shifts on your shoulder, its tail brushing against your neck. "Find a way back to where I belong, obviously. And you're going to help me." 

"I don’t know—" 

"You'll help me," Envy interrupts, leaning closer to your ear, its voice dropping to a whisper that sends an unwelcome shiver down your spine. "Or I'll do much worse than bite you." 

The threat hangs in the air between you, and you swallow hard.

"Fine," you mutter, trying not to look like you're talking to yourself. "This is my fault, I guess.”

 Envy snorts. “You guess?”

 “I’m sorry, okay? I need to go home first. I can't exactly research interdimensional travel standing in the middle of the street." 

Envy makes a sound that might be in agreement.

The walk to your apartment is, thankfully, short. Once inside, you lock the door, and Envy immediately slithers down your arm, landing on the coffee table. 

"This is where you live?" it asks, tiny eyes darting around your modest living space. 

“Yes," you reply, heading to the bathroom to clean the bite wound. It's deeper than you expected, with strange purple marks radiating from the punctures. Should I go to the hospital? You frown at the mark as you touch the edge with your fingers.

When you return, Envy has crawled onto your laptop, tiny legs pressing random keys. 

"What is this device?" it demands.

"It's a computer," you explain, gently moving Envy aside to close the random applications it had opened. Envy scurries back onto the keyboard, staring at the screen with what you could swear is fascination. "Your world's technology is... interesting." 

You sink heavily onto the couch, the reality of your situation finally hitting you. "So you're really from another world? Another time?" 

"Keep up," Envy snaps but then appears to deflate slightly. "I was in the middle of something important when you brought me here." Its tiny body trembles with what might be rage. 

"What were you doing?" you ask, genuinely curious despite your better judgment. 

"Dying," Envy says simply. 

The blunt response catches you off guard. "I'm... sorry?" 

"Don't be," it hisses, turning away from you. "It was my choice. Better than continuing to exist with humans mocking me." Envy's tiny body curls in on itself slightly, recalling the situation with Edward Elric. "But somehow, you brought me here instead." 

You lean closer, fascinated despite yourself. "Mocking you?" 

"Don't!" Envy snaps, whipping around to face you. "Don't you dare feel sorry for me. I've killed more humans than you've ever encountered." 

The casual admission of murder should terrify you, but something in Envy's tone—an element of desperate bravado—causes you to doubt its complete truthfulness. Or perhaps the small, pitiful form diminishes the reality of the threat. 

"If you're so dangerous, why do you need my help?" you ask, pressing your hand against your throbbing bite wound. 

Envy's tiny eyes narrow. "I need to figure out a way back. Or at least..." Its voice trails off, and for a moment, the creature appears almost forlorn.

"At least what?" you press.

"My other form," Envy mutters. "This pathetic body is just what's left after..." It shakes its head. "Never mind. You wouldn't understand it."

You reach for your laptop, being careful not to disturb the creature. "Let me research homunculi. Maybe there's something that could help.” As you type, Envy crawls closer, its body warm against your wrist. You fight the impulse to pull away.

"This is pointless," Envy hisses after you've gone through several websites about alchemical homunculi in mythology. "These are just human tales. None of this is real where you're from." 

"What exactly do you want me to do?" you snap back, fatigue and the pain from your bite making you irritable.

Envy is quiet for a moment, its tiny body unnaturally still. "I need... energy," it finally says. "In my world, I was powered by something called a Philosopher's Stone. It contained... life force.”

A chill runs down your spine. Hadn’t you read something like that a few years ago? But what you read said…"Life force? Like... souls?" 

Envy's tiny head tilts up to look at you. "Maybe you’re smarter than I thought." 

"Thanks," you respond flatly. "So what, you need to consume souls to return to normal?" 

"Not necessarily souls," Envy says, its voice now softer. "But life energy... yes. In this form, I'm weak. Pathetic." The last word escapes as a hiss of self-loathing. 

You gaze at the tiny creature, attempting to decipher what it's conveying to you. "So you need to... what? Kill people?" 

"Don't sound so shocked," Envy scoffs as it crawls closer to you. "Humans kill each other all the time for much less significant reasons." 

"That doesn't make it right," you argue, unconsciously leaning away. 

Envy's small body trembles with what could be laughter. "Right? Wrong? Those are just human concepts. I'm beyond such trivial morality." 

Even though it's small, there's something profoundly unsettling about its manner of speaking—a casual cruelty that sends chills down your spine. 

"There has to be another way," you insist, wincing as the bite on your shoulder throbs. 

Envy crawls up your arm, inspecting the wound it left behind. You flinch as its tiny legs brush against the purple-edged punctures. 

"Your blood..." it remarks, almost thoughtfully. "It's doing something unusual." 

With growing alarm, you glance down at the wound. The purple discoloration has spread slightly, and the veins around it darken. "What did you do to me?" Your voice rises with panic. 

"Nothing intentional," Envy replies, sounding almost intrigued. "But it seems my essence is having an effect on you. Interesting." 

"Interesting? I'm being poisoned by an interdimensional parasite, and all you can say is 'interesting'?" You stand up abruptly, almost sending Envy tumbling off your shoulder. 

"Careful!" it snaps, digging its tiny claws into your skin to stay attached. "And I'm not a parasite. I'm a superior being." 

"Superior beings don't usually end up as tiny worms hiding in strangers' collars," you retort, immediately regretting that you antagonized the creature.

To your surprise, Envy doesn't bite you again. Instead, it makes an annoyed sound. “Just give me some of your blood; I want to test it.”

"My blood?" Disbelief fills your voice. "You want me to... what? Cut myself for you? I’m not doing that." You weren’t interested in cutting yourself when you were stupidly playing with the summoning circle; you’re still not interested in doing it now.

"Don't be so dramatic," Envy scoffs. "It’s just a small amount. The bite I gave you is already bleeding anyway." 

You hesitate, your hand hovering over the wound on your shoulder. The purple discoloration has spread further, forming a web-like pattern beneath your skin. "And what if I refuse?" 

"Then I'll take it, regardless," Envy states plainly. "Though, it may become... messier." 

“Fine.”

You scream in pain as Envy's teeth dig into your already wounded flesh. The sensation is different this time—more intense, like liquid fire coursing through your veins. Your vision blurs, darkening at the edges as an unfamiliar warmth spreads from the bite throughout your body. 

"Stop," you gasp, but your voice sounds distant, even to your own ears. "Envy, that's enough. What happened to warning people!”

The creature disregards you, persistently drawing your blood with disturbing eagerness. You attempt to swat it away, but your limbs feel heavy and unresponsive. The room tilts sideways as you fall onto the couch. 

Just as darkness begins to completely overtake your vision, Envy detaches from your shoulder. "Your blood..." Envy's voice sounds different—somehow fuller. "It's compatible. More than compatible. It's perfect." 

It’s the last thing you hear before you pass out. 

"Much better," Envy purrs, stretching his newly formed arms above his head. "Still not my full power, but at least I'm not that pathetic thing anymore." His eyes scan your slumped form on the sofa. “I can’t take more from her, or she’ll die.” He sighs to himself, unsure if any other humans in this world have similar blood; he’s not willing to risk killing you for now. He easily lifts you up and begins walking toward your bedroom.

When you wake up, you’re in your bed, and relief washes over you. It was a dream. But as you sit up, a sharp pain in your shoulder reminds you it wasn't a dream at all. The room spins slightly, and you press a hand to your forehead, trying to steady yourself. The bite wound throbs under your fingertips, the strange purple veins still visible but no longer spreading. 

"Finally awake?" 

The voice—smooth and mocking—comes from the doorway. You snap your head up, and what you see makes your breath catch in your throat. 

Standing there is not the tiny green creature from before but rather a slender figure with long dark hair and striking violet eyes. He wears a tight black crop top paired with a skort, showcasing his pale skin and lean, muscular build. His smile is predatory, revealing teeth that appear just a touch too sharp to belong to a human. 

"E-Envy?" you stammer, pulling your blanket tighter as if it could offer protection. 

"The one and only," he purrs, gliding into the room with a fluid grace that is as beautiful as it is fearsome. "Thanks for the blood, by the way. It seems you're rather... nutritious." 

You stare at him, unable to process the transformation. This beautiful androgynous person bears little resemblance to the tiny worm-like creature that you met in the forest. "How...?"

"Your blood," Envy explains, examining his own hand with evident pleasure. "It possesses properties similar to a Philosopher's Stone. Not as powerful, but..." he flexes his fingers, smiling. "Enough to restore this form, at least for a while." 

You attempt to stand but instantly regret it as dizziness overtakes you. Envy moves with unnatural speed, catching you before you collapse. 

"Careful," he says, his voice mockingly sweet. "You've lost quite a bit of blood. I wouldn't want my new food source to hurt herself." 

His touch feels cool against your skin, his fingers gripping your arms with enough pressure to come off as a warning. 

"Food source?" you repeat, pulling away from him. "I'm not—" 

"Oh, but you are," Envy interrupts, his violet eyes gleaming. "Until I find a way back to my world or a better source of power, your blood is what's keeping me in this form." He leans in closer, and you can feel his breath against your cheek. "Unless you'd prefer that I find someone else? Perhaps that nice elderly neighbor of yours? Or the child I saw playing in the hallway?"

Your stomach turns at the implicit threat. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" Envy's smile broadens. "You have no idea what I'm capable of or what I've done." He trails his fingers along the mark he has left behind. "Don't worry; I won't take too much at once. That would be... inefficient."

You try to steady yourself, mind racing. "How much do you need?"

Envy shrugs, an elegant roll of his shoulders. "It’s hard to say. This form needs maintenance." His hand reaches out to touch your face, tilting it up to examine you. "But I suspect that small, regular feedings will work best. For both of us."

His fingers against your skin make your heart race—fear, you tell yourself, nothing else.

"Do you know why my blood is special?” you ask, making an effort to keep your composure.

Envy drops his hand and sits on the edge of your bed, completely uninvited. The mattress sinks slightly beneath his weight—he feels solid, tangible. You’re tempted to poke him in a ‘is this real’ way, because how the hell did the parasite change into this attractive person?

"I don't know," he admits, a look of genuine perplexity crossing his face. "Based on what you’ve said and what we read on your…computer…humans in this world shouldn't possess any alchemical properties in their blood. And yet..." He gestures to himself. "Here I am." 

You watch him warily, noting how different he appears in this form—still dangerous, still cruel, yet possessing a strange, captivating beauty that makes it difficult to look away. His androgynous features, lithe body, and violet eyes seem to see right through you. Moreover, he appears to truly revel in this form. Although his name is Envy, in this form, he comes across as more vain than envious.

"So I guess you’ll be my new roommate?” You make a light joke, trying to brush on the fact you’re basically being forced to home him.

Envy shrugs and looks up at you. "Unless you have a better suggestion?" 

You stare at the man. Is there a better suggestion? No, not at the moment. As long as he doesn’t hurt you, it should be okay for now, right? “We need some rules.”

Envy raises an eyebrow, seeming amused. "Rules? You really think you can set rules for me?" He suddenly sits up and leans forward until his face is inches from yours. "Don't forget what I am, human." 

You bite your lower lip and glance away. “Actually…I kind of already forgot.” 

“Seriously?” 

“A lot has happened, okay?”

Envy stares at you for a long moment before bursting into laughter—not the mocking kind from before, but something more genuine that transforms his face. It's oddly charming, and you can't help but stare. 

"You’re odd," he says, shaking his head. "I've threatened you, bitten you, drank your blood, and you've... forgotten what I am?" 

You shrug, wincing as the movement pulls at your wounded shoulder. "Like I said, it's been a weird day." 

Envy studies you with unnerving violet eyes. "I'm a homunculus—an artificially created being. Although the term 'human' may be a stretch. We exceed humans in every aspect." There's a practiced arrogance in his tone, yet something beneath it feels hollow. 

"If you think you're so superior, then why did you end up as a tiny worm?" you ask, unable to hold back your curiosity. 

His expression instantly turns dark. "Watch your tongue," he snaps as the fleeting moment of camaraderie dissipates. "That form was merely a temporary setback." 

You raise your hands in surrender. "Sorry. I didn't mean to—"

Envy's eyes narrow dangerously, but after a moment, he leans back with a dramatic sigh and changes the subject. "What 'rules' do you propose?"

You need to learn more about him. Is he truly dangerous, or does he just have a nasty bite? "First, no hurting anyone," you say firmly. "Second, you can't leave the apartment without me. Third..." you pause for a moment, "you need to let me know when you need... blood. No more surprise attacks."

Envy considers this, gently tapping a slender finger against his lips. "Boring, but acceptable—for now." He suddenly stands and strides over to examine his reflection in your bedroom mirror. "This form isn't quite right," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "I'm not at full strength."

You watch him as he meticulously runs his hands over his body, examining his appearance with a critical eye.

He raises an eyebrow upon noticing your gaze fixed on him. With his back still turned, he speaks to you through the mirror. “Like what you see?” He questions with a cocky tone. 

A flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks as you're caught staring. "I—I was just curious about how you can change your form like that," you stammer, striving to regain your dignity.

Envy turns away from the mirror, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Sure you were." He strides back toward your bed. "It's my ability. My true form is..." he hesitates, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face, "...not important. Anyway, this is my preferred form, but it’s still not quite right.”

"What's wrong with it?" you ask carefully. To your eyes, his figure is striking— unnervingly beautiful in its androgynous perfection. 

"It's not as strong as it should be," Envy replies, flexing his fingers. "Limited. I can't transform into anything else." He suddenly turns to you, his eyes shining. "I'll need more blood soon." 

Your hand instinctively moves to your wounded shoulder. "You just took some." 

"And much of it was used to sustain this form," he replies smoothly. "Don't worry, I won't drain you dry... not yet." His smile is all teeth. 

You swallow hard. "You promised to warn me first." 

"Consider this your warning," Envy says as he steps closer to the bed. "Not right now, but soon. Tomorrow, perhaps." He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, the gesture surprisingly intimate. "You should eat something. I need you to be healthy." 

The casual way he talks about your body as if it's just a resource for him sends a chill down your spine. "I'm not cattle," you protest, but your voice lacks conviction. 

"Of course not," Envy replies, his voice soothing, yet his eyes retain a predatory gleam. "Cattle are replaceable, but from what I know so far, your blood is unique. It may be common among humans in this world, but I’d rather be safe and keep you healthy just in case it isn't." He glides a finger along your jawline, his touch as light as a feather.

"Lucky me," you mutter, attempting to dismiss the peculiar flutter in your stomach at his touch. You tell yourself it's merely fear, nothing else. 

Envy pulls back, stretching his arms above his head. The movement causes his muscles to flex, and when he notices you staring, he winks. "You know, there are ways I can repay for your donation.”  

Your face flushes with embarrassment at the implication, and you raise your hands, quickly shaking your head. "No, no, I—"

He cuts you off. "Rest. Recover. I need you strong. We can talk about the different ways I can repay you later.”

As he strolls out of your bedroom, you sink back into your pillows, the exhaustion and blood loss finally catching up to you. Your life has changed dramatically in just a few hours—from simple curiosity to becoming the reluctant blood donor for a homunculus with a superiority complex.

You can hear Envy moving about your apartment, rifling through drawers and cabinets without any regard for your privacy. You've invited a predator into your home—all because of that stupid book and your curiosity.

When you next open your eyes, you find the room has grown darker. You must have dozed off. A dull ache radiates from your shoulder as you sit up slowly, testing your strength. Though you're weak, the dizziness has finally subsided. 

"Finally awake again?" Envy's voice comes from the doorway. He's leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with those unsettling violet eyes. 

"How long was I out?" you ask, voice raspy. 

"A few hours," he said, pushing off from the doorway as he approaches the bed. "Your world is odd; there are so many devices I don't recognize." He sits on the edge of your bed without invitation. “I see that humans kill each other constantly. At least some things remain consistent across worlds." 

You struggle to sit up straighter, maintaining a cautious distance between you and Envy. You can hear the TV from the other room, it sounds like some kind of action movie. "That's just fiction—TV shows and movies. Real life isn't like that." 

"Isn't it?" Envy's lips curl into a knowing smirk. "I also found your 'news' channels. Wars, murders, betrayals—seems humans are the same despicable creatures everywhere." He leans closer, his hair falling forward to frame his face. "Humans are the same, no matter where you go.”

"Not all humans are cruel," you argue, feeling an odd urge to defend your kind. 

Envy laughs, the sound both musical and mocking. "How adorably naive." His hand reaches out to touch your wounded shoulder, pressing just hard enough to make you wince. "Humans pretend to be kind, to care for one another, but when tested..." His fingers trace the purple veins spreading from the bite. "They always reveal their true nature." 

You pull away from his touch. "Is that why you hate humans so much?"

His expression hardens immediately as he leans in closer, his face just inches from yours. "I see you for what you truly are—weak, pathetic beings who pretend to be noble while slaughtering each other over imaginary lines on maps."

Something in his voice makes you pause. Beneath the contempt, there's an emotion you can't quite identify—something almost like longing. 

"If we're so pathetic," you ask quietly, "why does it bother you so much?" 

Envy freezes, his violet eyes widening slightly. For just a fleeting moment, a hint of vulnerability flashes across his face before being swiftly concealed by anger. 

"It doesn't 'bother' me," he snaps, jerking away from you suddenly. "I just find your species' hypocrisy amusing." 

You're not convinced, but you know better than to push. Instead, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, testing your strength. "I need to eat something," you mutter, the emptiness in your stomach making itself known with a loud growl. 

Envy watches you with a neutral expression as you stand, swaying a bit. "You’re weaker than before," he comments, though his tone holds less mockery than it did before. 

"Blood loss tends to do that," you reply dryly. 

To your surprise, Envy moves to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. His touch feels warm against your skin, and his strength is evident in the effortless way he supports your weight. "I told you I need you healthy," he says, his breath tickling your ear. "You're no use to me dead." 

You want to pull away and refuse his help on principle, yet your legs feel like rubber, and the room tilts dangerously. With reluctance, you lean into him as he guides you toward the kitchen. 

"I can manage," you insist weakly, even as you stumble slightly. 

Envy makes a dismissive sound. "Clearly." His arm tightens around you, and despite everything, there's something oddly comforting about his solid presence beside you. 

In the kitchen, he unceremoniously sets you down in a chair. "What do you need to eat after losing blood?" he asks, opening your refrigerator and peering inside with curiosity in his eyes. 

"Red meat, leafy greens, anything high in iron," you reply, watching him cautiously. It’s odd to see him casually rummaging through your fridge.

"You have... none of those things," Envy observes as he looks at the refrigerator with a look of disdain. "Just packaged foods and leftovers." He picks up a takeout container, sniffs it, and wrinkles his nose before tossing it into the trash in the corner of the room.

"I didn’t exactly expect to become a blood donor today," you mutter. "There's probably some spinach in the freezer."

Envy turns to the freezer, yanking it open with more force than necessary. "This?" He holds up a package of frozen spinach and examines it suspiciously. 

You attempt to stand to help.

"Sit," Envy commands, pushing you back into the chair with one hand. I need you to be functional, which means you need to eat. I'll prepare it." 

You watch as Envy inspects your kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets with increasing frustration. There's something almost comical about him attempting to navigate a modern kitchen. 

Eventually, he gathers everything he needs, and to your surprise, he starts preparing the meal… and he’s doing it correctly. "You know how to cook?” 

He shrugs. “I had to act as a housewife a few times. I had to cook to play the part.” 

You stare at him in confusion. "How did you act as a housewife?” 

"I can shape-shift," Envy says casually as if explaining something obvious. "When I'm at full power, I can take any human form." He stirs the spinach, adding a pinch of salt he found in your cupboard. "I've been soldiers, servants, nobles, children... whatever was needed for the mission." 

"That's..." you search for the right word, "interesting." 

Envy's lips quirk into a smirk. "It's useful. Humans are so easily fooled by a familiar face." He glances at you over his shoulder. "I could become anyone you know, and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference." 

The thought sends a chill down your spine. "Please don't." 

"No promises," he replies, turning his attention back to the food. As Envy cracks eggs into a pan with surprising skill, you find yourself observing him. His graceful movements and confident posture—everything about him is captivating in a dangerous way. 

"You're staring again," Envy comments, amusement lacing his voice without him even looking back.

"Sorry," you mutter, feeling embarrassed at being caught again. "It's just... strange to see you cooking my dinner." 

Envy turns, spatula in hand, an amused expression on his face. "Is it? I told you—I need you healthy." 

"Right," you say, observing him as he places the eggs on a plate next to the spinach. "My blood is special." 

"Exactly," he says, placing the plate in front of you. "Eat." 

The food smells surprisingly good. You take a cautious bite, then another, your hunger overcoming your hesitation. Envy observes you eat with an intensity that is slightly uncomfortable. 

"This is actually good," you admit between bites. 

"Don't be so surprised," Envy replies, casually leaning against the counter. "I excel at everything I do." 

You roll your eyes at his arrogance but continue eating. "So," you say between bites. "In your world... what were you doing before you ended up here?"

Envy's expression darkens. "I told you. Dying."

"Right, but... why?" You wish you hadn’t asked as soon as the words escaped your lips.

Envy's expression becomes one of cold hostility as if the very air in the room has turned icy. His violet eyes narrow ominously, creating the impression that the temperature has dropped several degrees. "That's not a conversation we're having," he states, each word as cold as ice. "Never." 

You swallow hard and lower your gaze to your plate. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—" 

"Of course you did," Envy interrupts, his tone laced with disdain. "Humans always seem to be so curious about matters that don't concern them." He turns away, his back tense with frustration. "Just finish your food." 

The silence that follows is thick and uncomfortable. You eat without really tasting the food, fully aware of Envy's presence—his controlled breathing and the slight tremor in his hands reveal a powerful emotion just beneath the surface. 

After finishing your meal, you clear your throat. "Thank you for the food." 

Envy doesn't respond right away. When he finally turns back to you, his expression is carefully neutral, with the earlier vulnerability locked away behind a mask of indifference. 

"You should sleep more," he says, his voice disturbingly calm. "Your body needs to recover." 

For the third time, you wake up, wondering if it was all just a dream. To your left, the clock shows just past eight in the morning. There is no sound coming from your house. Could it truly have been a dream?

You push yourself up against the pillows, wincing slightly as the movement strains your injured shoulder. The ache confirms that it was no dream. With cautious fingers, you peel back the edge of your shirt to inspect the bite. The purple veins have faded somewhat, but the puncture wounds still feel tender and inflamed. 

"It's healing," comes a voice from the corner of your room. 

You jump, your heart leaping into your throat as you see Envy. He's sitting in your reading chair, one leg draped elegantly over the armrest, watching you with those unsettling violet eyes. "Do you always watch people while they sleep?" you ask, pulling your blanket higher. 

"Only the ones I find interesting," Envy replies, his lips curving into that now-familiar smirk. "And you, human, are becoming increasingly interesting to me." He rises in one fluid motion and approaches the bed. Today, there's something different about him—though you can’t really put your finger on what it is.

"You look... better," you observe cautiously. 

"I feel better," Envy acknowledges, stretching his arms above his head. "Your blood has worked wonders. I'm nearly at full strength." 

"Does that mean you'll be leaving soon?" you ask, uncertain whether to feel hopeful or oddly disappointed by the possibility. 

Envy laughs, his voice rich and melodious. "Leave? Where would I go?" He perches on the edge of your bed, as uninvited as ever. "Besides, I still require regular… maintenance." His gaze drifts to your shoulder, pausing on the bite mark. 

You instinctively cover the wound with your hand. "You promised you'd warn me next time." 

"And I will," Envy says, his voice lowering into a silky purr. "Consider yourself warned. I need more today." 

A flutter of anxiety intertwines with another feeling in your stomach—one that you're hesitant to recognize. 

Your heart pounds as you face Envy, the weight of your predicament striking you again. His violet eyes follow the pulse in your neck, and you wonder if he can feel your fear. "Now?" you ask, hating how small your voice sounds. 

"Soon," Envy replies, running a finger along the edge of your blanket. "First, you should eat again. Strengthen yourself." His lips quirk into that predatory smile. "I prefer you to be willing." 

"I'm not exactly willing," you point out. "I'm just avoiding the alternative where you hurt other people." 

Envy tilts his head, studying you with an unsettling intensity. "Noble. Or maybe selfish? Keeping me all to yourself?" He leans in closer, his hair grazing your cheek. "Are you certain it's only fear that makes your heart race when I'm near you?" 

You push him back, your hand resting against his chest. He is solid and warm to the touch. You pull away as if he burned you. "I feel like you were given the wrong name.” 

“Oh?” 

Gently, you rise from the bed. “Your name is Envy, yet you appear more vain than anything else." 

Envy narrows his eyes, yet an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Vain? I understand why you might think that." He follows you into the kitchen. "Vanity is merely a... side effect." 

You open the refrigerator, thinking about what could help replenish your blood. "Side effect of what?" you ask, not looking at him. 

"Of perfection," he replies, but there's a hollow note in his tone that makes you look over your shoulder. 

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with those violet eyes. For a moment—just a fleeting second—you catch a glimpse of something raw and wounded beneath his arrogant facade. 

"Why envy, then?" you ask, turning back to the fridge to grab eggs and spinach once more. You’ll have to go shopping later today. "What could someone like you possibly envy?" 

“I need more blood.”

“You can wait until I eat!”

“No. I can’t.”

The sudden harshness in Envy's voice makes you turn around quickly. His eyes have changed—the violet irises now burning with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine. "I've been patient," he says, moving toward you with a predatory grace. "I rather you be more willing, but it’s time. Now." 

You back up until you hit the counter, the cool edge pressing against your lower back. "I thought you wanted me to eat first, to be stronger. Why do you suddenly want my blood?”

"Plans change," Envy replies, now standing directly in front of you. His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture almost tender despite the hunger in his eyes. "Don't worry. I won't take too much." 

Your heart pounds against your ribs as he leans in, his lips gliding against your neck. The sensation sends an unwelcome shiver through you—fear intertwined with something else you refuse to acknowledge. 

"Will it hurt?" you whisper, your voice barely audible. 

Envy leans back a bit, studying your face intently. A flicker of surprise passes through his expression, possibly due to your resignation rather than any form of resistance. "Less than before," he murmurs. His fingers trace along your collarbone, pushing aside the collar of your shirt to expose the still-healing bite mark on your shoulder. The purple veins have receded, but the puncture wounds remain tender and slightly discolored.

"Relax," Envy orders, his voice a silky whisper against your skin. 

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for pain. Instead, you feel his lips press against your shoulder again, this time, he presses two kisses against the wound. Then his teeth break your skin.

The sensation is different from before—a sharp sting followed by a strange, spreading warmth rather than searing pain. You gasp, your hand reflexively coming up to grip his shoulder for stability as your knees threaten to buckle. A moment later, there is a knock on the door, and Envy glances at it with a smirk. “You should get that.” 

You push him away and head to the door. Before you can reach it, the friend you borrowed the book from is already calling you. “______!”

“Go ahead, answer it.” Envy smirks at you. 

“Then go to the bedroom.” 

“No.” 

“Envy-” You're cut off as your friend knocks again, calling out to you. “Fine. I don’t care. Do whatever.”

As you head for the door, you try to think of a way to explain the oddly dressed man in your house. 

You open the door just a crack, trying to block the view into your apartment. Mia’s face brightens when she sees you. "There you are! I've been calling you all day! Did you try the ritual? I was so worried when you didn't answer, I thought maybe you accidentally summoned a demon. I told you-”

"I'm fine," you cut her off, forcing a smile. "Just feeling a little under the weather." 

Her expression shifts to concern as she studies your face. "You look unwell. Are you sick?" 

"Something like that." You resist the urge to glance over your shoulder, knowing Envy is somewhere behind you, listening. 

"Can I come in?" She attempts to look around you. "I was thinking I should take my book back. Hopefully, before you accidentally summon a demon. I know you said you don’t believe in it, but…" 

Your stomach drops. "Now's not really a good time—" 

"Who's this?" A voice comes from directly behind you, making you jump. His arm slides around your waist in a gesture of casual possessiveness, pulling you against him. 

You glance over your shoulder, not recognizing the voice. Behind you, a brown-haired man with warm green eyes has you pulled against his chest. 

Mia’s eyes widen in shock as she takes in the stranger holding you, her gaze moving rapidly between your faces. "Oh! I didn't realize you had... company." 

You freeze, unable to process what's happening. That’s Envy right? He said he can change forms. The man behind you is definitely not the Envy you've come to know—gone are the androgynous features, violet eyes, and dark hair. Instead, he appears completely normal-looking with soft brown hair and warm green eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles at your friend. He’s even wearing normal clothes a green t-shirt and jeans.

"I'm James," he says, extending his free hand while keeping the other firmly around your waist. "You must be one of _____'s friends?" 

Mia takes his hand, clearly flustered. "Yes, I'm... I just came by to check on _____ and pick up a book I lent." 

Envy—now "James"—smiles warmly. "That's so thoughtful of you. _____ has been feeling a bit under the weather, so I've been taking care of her." His thumb traces small circles on your hip, the gesture is both possessive and intimate. 

"I can see that," Mia replies, a knowing smile spreading across her face. You frown but choose not to comment, not wanting to drag her into your own foolishness. “Actually, could I ask you for a favor?” You lean your weight against ‘James’ as the effects of your unwilling blood donations and lack of sustenance start to catch up with you. Envy keeps his warm smile and wraps his arms around you, keeping you against him comfortably.

“Sure, what do you need?”

“Could you pick up some groceries for me?”

Mia gives you a confused look, and you can’t blame her. After all, why would she pick up groceries when there’s a perfectly capable man right behind you? “I really wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it,” you quickly add, pulling out some cash. “I don’t have anything to eat, and I don’t feel well enough to go grocery shopping myself. James can’t go because—” you pause, trying to think of an excuse.

“Because I’m taking care of you, my love, I was so worried when you passed out last night.” Envy, it seems, is an incredible actor, complementing his ability to shift forms. He gently grasps your head and turns you to face him, leaning down to brush his lips softly against yours. “I can’t leave you now.”

Your first instinct is to push him away, and he takes a step back as your face burns with embarrassment while you cover your mouth. Mia completely misinterprets your reaction and coos at you. “Aw _____, don’t be shy because I’m here.” She gushes.

Envy gazes at you with a soft expression, his eyes reflecting a feigned warmth. “She tends to be a bit shy at first,” he chuckles, drawing you back into his arms in what appears to be a tender embrace. “Would you mind picking up the groceries for us?” he asks Mia, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

She falls for his acting and quickly agrees.

As soon as the door closes behind her, you push Envy away once more. "What have you done? Oh my God, she’s going to tell everyone! She’ll tell my parents! Oh shit, she’ll text or call my mom before the day is over!" Panic sets in as you pace the floor.

Odd red sparks flash around Envy, abruptly halting your movement. The kind-looking, handsome man morphs into the beautiful yet arrogant homunculus.

“What do I do?!” You snap at him.

He raises his arms while shrugging, “Guess you’ll have to introduce your parents to James.”

“I don’t want to introduce my parents to James!”

He places his hands on his hips and slightly leans forward. “Why? Prefer me like this?”

You take a deep breath. “I can’t introduce my parents to James because when you return to where you came from, my parents and everyone else will have so many questions—countless questions!” You shift your tone, mimicking the incessant and comment that would follow. “Where did James go? He was so sweet. I really thought it would work out for you; you seemed like a perfect match.” You scoff, rolling your eyes in exasperation.

Envy raises a brow. “Who knows, if I’m stuck here unable to leave, maybe you can marry James.”

“James isn’t even my type!”

“You’re going to make James cry.”

When you shoot him a look, he laughs and steps closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Aw, you’re cute when you pout,” Envy teases. “If James isn’t your type, tell me what is. You could have the perfect husband or wife—what do you want?”

 “Why would I want to marry you?” You snap. “Wait, why are we talking about this? It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.”

“How else are you going to explain a man living with you?”

“You’re my new roommate!”

Envy’s eyes dart toward your bedroom—the only one in your one-bedroom apartment. “Sure, that’s believable,” he says, sarcasm dripping from the words.

“Well, you’re going to sleep on the sofa anyway, so—” 

“No, I’m not.” 

You freeze. “What do you mean? I only have one bedroom.” 

Envy nods. “The bed is big enough for two people. I’m not sleeping on the sofa.” 

“I’m not sharing a bed with a stranger!” 

“You did last night.”

You freeze. Did Envy sleep in your bed last night? He dismisses your concerns. “You’re being dramatic. If it’s that much of an issue for you, I can just change forms to—"

“Being a different man doesn’t help.”

"—to a pet.”

Your eyes widen. “You can do that?” When Envy nods, you grab a random pillow from the sofa and toss it at him. “What are you doing?" he asks as he lifts his arms to block the pillow, glaring at you. “You could’ve turned into a fucking gerbil or something when she was here, and instead, you choose some random dude to be my boyfriend?”

Envy smirks. “Are you breaking up with me _____?”

"You can't break up with someone who isn't your boyfriend," you retort. "This is insane. How did I go from trying to prove a book was fake to having a homunculus pretending to be my boyfriend?" 

Envy's smirk widens as he steps closer, invading your personal space with practiced ease. "Would you prefer I be your actual boyfriend?" His voice drops to a silky purr. "I can be very... accommodating." 

"This isn't funny, Envy," you say. "We need to sort this out. Mia thinks I have a boyfriend now, and she's going to tell everyone." 

"Is that such a problem?" Envy asks, flopping onto your couch with casual grace. "James seemed quite the catch. Handsome, attentive..." He smirks at you. "A great kisser." 

Your face heats at the memory of his lips against yours. "That was completely unnecessary." 

"Was it?" Envy's violet eyes glitter with amusement. "It certainly convinced your friend.”

You cross your arms, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. "You're changing the subject. What am I supposed to tell Mia when she comes back with groceries?" 

"The truth, obviously." At your alarmed expression, Envy rolls his eyes. "Not about me. About James. That you met recently, hit it off, and now he is staying with you while he looks for a place." He stretches his arms above his head, the movement emphasizing his lean, muscular form. "Simple, believable, and it explains my presence."

You sit heavily on the armchair across from him, burying your face in your hands. "This is a disaster." 

"You humans are so dramatic," Envy says with a dismissive wave. "Your friend seemed pleased that you found someone. Shouldn't you be thanking me for improving your social standing?" 

You look up sharply. "Improving my—? I don't need a fake boyfriend to 'improve my social standing,' thank you very much." 

Envy studies you with those unnerving violet eyes. "No? Then why did your friend look so surprised—and relieved—to see you with someone?" 

"That's not—" You stop, unable to formulate a proper defense. The truth is, Mia had been trying to set you up with people for months, convinced you were spending too much time alone. "That's beside the point." 

"Is it?" Envy leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "From what I've observed, humans place great value on pairing up. Having a partner seems to elevate your status among your peers." His lips curl into a knowing smile. "And you seemed quite flustered by our little kiss."

"It caught me off guard," you protest, perhaps too quickly. "I didn't expect you to do that." 

"And yet," Envy says, leaning even closer, "your heart rate increased significantly. I could feel it." He taps his own chest. 

You look away, unwilling to engage with his provocations. "Can we please focus on the actual problem? How am I going to explain to Mia when you eventually leave?" 

"Who says I'm leaving?" Envy stretches languidly. "For all we know, I could be stuck here indefinitely. Your blood seems to be sustaining me quite well." He studies his hand, flexing his fingers. "Better than I expected, actually." 

You stare at him, torn between frustration and grudging admiration for how easily he navigates this charade. "Fine. But I'm not introducing you to my parents."

"Yet," Envy adds with a wink.

Before you can respond, there's a knock at the door. Mia has returned with groceries, faster than you expected. You shoot Envy a panicked look.

Red sparks dance around him as he transforms back into James, his features softening into the handsome, approachable man from before. "Relax," he smirks. "Let me handle this."

It passes in a blur as James charms Mia, taking the groceries and thanking her profusely. He tells her an elaborate story about how you met at a coffee shop two weeks ago, complete with details about your favorite drink and how adorably flustered you were when he asked for your number.

You sit in stunned silence, watching this performance unfold. James is the perfect boyfriend—attentive, caring, and completely devoted to you. He casually mentions future plans—a weekend getaway, meeting your parents—all while maintaining eye contact with you, silently daring you to contradict him. 

When Mia finally leaves, promising to call you later for "all the details," you collapse onto the couch, emotionally exhausted. 

"That wasn't so bad," Envy says, reverting to his preferred form in a flash of red light. "Your friend adores James." 

"This is insane," you mutter, watching as he begins unpacking the groceries Mia brought. "You realize we've created a completely fictional relationship that I now have to maintain?" 

Envy shrugs, examining a package of steaks with interest. "It's no different from any other human relationship—built on lies and pretense." 

"That's not true," you argue, following him into the kitchen. "Real relationships are built on trust and mutual respect." 

"How quaint," Envy drawls, placing the steaks in the refrigerator. "And how many of these 'real relationships' have you experienced?" 

You open your mouth to respond, then close it again, swallowing your rebuttal. The truth is, your romantic history is rather lacking. Envy notices your hesitation and smirks.

"That's what I thought," he says, a hint of genuine curiosity beneath his mocking tone. "So why not enjoy the benefits of a fake relationship? No emotional investment, no risk of heartbreak, and your friends stop pestering you." He smirks. “I’ll even let you enjoy the physical part of relationships.”

You begin helping him unpack the groceries, needing something to do with your hands. "Because it's dishonest. And complicated. And temporary." You pause, glancing at him. "You are planning to find a way back eventually, right?" 

Something flickers across Envy's face—uncertainty, perhaps even fear—before his usual mask of arrogance returns. "Maybe. Maybe not." He examines a pack of steaks. "These steaks look decent. I'll cook them for dinner." He moves around your kitchen with surprising familiarity. "You need iron to replenish your blood."

“So, if you never go back, you’ll be by fake boyfriend forever?”

Envy smirks at you. “Don’t be ridiculous; I’d eventually have to upgrade to husband."

“Why me?” You groan, dropping your head. Your hands tremble slightly, and suddenly you realize how weak you still feel from the blood loss.

Envy notices immediately, stepping closer to steady you as you stumble. "You need to eat," he says, his tone lacking its usual mockery. "I took too much earlier." He easily lifts you and places you on the bar stool. “What do you want for lunch?”

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t care? Already acting like a difficult wife.”

“I’m not your wife.”

“Yet.”

You straighten in the seat and point accusatorily at him. “You’ve gone from a fucking parasitic creature to someone playing my boyfriend within twenty-four hours. What the hell are you?”

Envy huffs, “I’ve told you—I am a homunculus.” As he speaks, he starts chopping some vegetables. "And you are the one who interrupted my death by bringing me into this world.  You’re fortunate I don’t simply keep you tied up and indulge whenever I please. Fortunately for you, I enjoy entertainment. Now, eat before you pass out. I need you alive, after all."

You take the plate he hands you, staring at him warily. He’s going to make this a lot more complicated than it has to be. As you hesitantly take a bite, Envy watches you with open amusement. "Good girl. See? I'm not all bad."

You roll your eyes. "Don't push it."

A comfortable silence settles between you as you eat. Envy leans against the counter, arms crossed, looking strangely at ease in your kitchen. It's unsettling how easily he’s integrating himself into your life within twenty-four hours.

 Your eyes scan his lean body, curious about why he dresses this way. Is it common in the world he comes from? Envy looks on with amusement as you openly admire him. He suspects you’re unaware of your gaze, but that won’t prevent him from teasing you. “So, you really do prefer this form, huh?” he grins.

You choke on your food, coughing as you try to regain your composure. "What? No! I was just wondering about your clothes."

"My clothes?" Envy looks down at himself, the crop top and skort combination that seems so out of place in your world.

"Yeah. Is that... normal where you're from?"

Envy's lips curl into a smirk. "No. It's my preference." He does a slow, theatrical turn. "I like how it looks. The freedom of movement. The way it accentuates my perfect form." He strikes a pose that's half-mocking, half-serious. "Does it bother you?"

"No," you say too quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "I was just curious."

“Would you rather I change?” 

“No.” 

Envy raises a brow, you said that way too fast. 

"Interesting," Envy purrs, leaning closer. "You seem quite adamant about keeping me in this form, these clothes. I wonder why?" His violet eyes glitter with mischief as he studies your flushed face. 

"I—I just meant you can wear whatever you want," you stammer, focusing intently on your plate. "It doesn't matter to me." 

"If you say so." Envy stretches languidly, the movement deliberately drawing attention to his exposed midriff. "Though I must say, the way your eyes linger suggests otherwise." 

You set your fork down with more force than necessary. "Can we talk about something else? Like how we're going to handle this whole situation?" 

"What's there to handle?" Envy asks, stealing a piece of food from your plate. "You provide blood, I pretend to be your doting boyfriend when needed, and we both get what we want." 

"And what exactly do I get out of this arrangement? I never said I wanted a pretend boyfriend." you challenge. 

Envy's smile turns predatory as he leans across the counter. "The knowledge that I'm not out there causing chaos. And..." he pauses, his voice dropping to a silky whisper, "protection. The world can be dangerous for a lone human with such special blood." His fingers brush against yours on the countertop. "Who knows what other creatures might be drawn to you?" 

You pull your hand away, though the warmth of his touch lingers. "Are you threatening me or offering protection?" 

"Can't it be both?" Envy's smile is all teeth. "I'm simply pointing out the reality of your situation. You summoned me—who knows what else might be out there, sensing your unique... properties." 

"Wait, wait, wait," you mutter, pushing your now-empty plate away. "So, you think there might be something else out there that could want to harm me or something?" 

Envy shrugs and carries your plate to the sink. "Think of me as the devil you know. Imagine how many are out there that you don’t know," he says while turning on the water and actually washing your dishes. The domesticity of the moment feels jarring against his words. "Besides, James seems quite fond of you. Would being stuck with him really be so terrible?" 

You observe him carrying out mundane chores in your kitchen. "James isn't real," you say flatly. “Also, I haven’t seen you do anything besides change forms. Are you truly dangerous? Could you kill someone, or would you just run around biting people?”

Envy smirks, and before you can grasp the situation, a peculiar green entity coils around you, pulling you closer to Envy. “W-what?" you stammer as its grip tightens, leaving you frozen and unsure of how to respond to this strange occurrence. “Well?” he prompts, and you realize that the green, tentacle-like appendage is actually his arm. “What do you think?” he questions as the appendage constricts around you even more. “Am I dangerous enough for you?”

"Let me go!" you gasp, struggling against the inhuman grip. The green appendage feels strangely alive, pulsing against your skin as it holds you firmly in place.

Envy's violet eyes gleam with satisfaction at your reaction as he pulls you closer. "Still doubting my capabilities?" he purrs, his face inches from yours. “I could snap your spine without breaking a sweat. I could transform my arm into a blade and pierce your heart before you could scream." 

His grip loosens slightly, allowing you to breathe easier, but he doesn't release you. "But then, who would feed me?" he adds with a wink. 

You glance off to the side, trying to ignore how your heart races at his proximity. 

"I must admit, you’re becoming more entertaining by the hour," Envy grins, the green appendage finally unwinding from around you. It retracts back into his arm in a flash of red sparks, leaving his form perfect once more. 

You step back, putting distance between you. "Glad I can amuse you while you drink my blood." I can’t believe I got myself into this bullshit. You deflate a little at your own stupidity. 

Four days. 

You’re able to keep the homunculus secret for exactly four days. The only one who knew about him was Mia. You wake up to a text on the fourth day. 

Invite James for dinner. Love you. 

“I’m going to kill Mia.” You grind your teeth as you stare at the message from your mother. 

[redishflavor]

if you saw the other one no you didn't

someone's John dory ask got eaten and I can't find my previous draft on it 😔

A/N -> I'll be starting school soon again so I won't be able to write as many fanfics as right now, but still send it requests! I just won't be able to publish them as fast as before 😅

but anyways (this is way longer than my last one damn)

John dory x reader headcanons

okay let's get one thing straight

this man has been in the wild for over idk how many years

he probably is secretly touch starved

and he's probably really bad at flirting

let's say this is after the events of TBT, so he's back in society again (probably)

hes bumped into you a few times and during those few times it was just some small talk here and there

but then when he bumped into you again he decided to flirt

with a terrible pick up line

after he said that he gave a look that was like "Yep, still got it"

he does not got it

you just looked at him, looked away and snorted

he thinks it's working

it might be

without him asking, you gave him your number on a peice of paper

there was a small not under the number (yall choose idk what to put) with a small heart at the end

(ur stinky but funny ❤️) (I sorry I had to😭😭)

he didn't read the note, he js put it on his wall in a frame

he was the first to text you

just a simple "Hi this is John dory"

and you know how some people type something but not send it?

he did that

"PLEASE PLEASE DATE ME 🙏🙏" then he deleted it to respond 'normally' to your text

after a few weeks of talking to each other you were the first to ask if he wanted to go on a date

he probably has never responded so fast to someone on his life

I js had to add this but he probably lost his other glove bc Rhonda ate it

anyways back on track

the first date you two went on was at a small Cafe (idk I panicked😭)

you two talked about a hunch of stuff but then settled on the topic of bands

one of your favorite band was BroZone

his eyes visibly lit up at the word BroZone

asks a bunch on questions like "who's your favorite band member" or "what's you favorite song"

takes his SWEET TIME telling you he's THE John Dory from BroZone

so many questions from both him and you

but after that date he offers to walk you home

and that's also how he got your address

a few more dates later he's the one to make the first move

a small text saying to meet him up at the Cafe they had their first date in

hes already there looking a bit flustered

after you two sit down he asks if you want to date

and that's how yall start dating (I am so sleepy rn guys)

every now and then he would send small gifts to you like flowers, candies, anything that reminds him of you at almost any store he goes to

he likes compliments, both giving and receiving them

when he's spending the day at your place he likes to cuddle with you

or hold you in any way

hug, hand holding, any touch basically

LOVES when you kiss him

like pepper him with kisses and he's melting

grab a bucket and mop he's gone

when he first introduced you to his brothers they had many questions

when Poppy met you (probably through Branch)

you two both bonded over dating a member of brozone

as you and Poppy were fangirling over them JD just looked at you lovingly

like he almost forgot his brothers were there

he loves you too much

he also gets you free tickets and backstage passes to every single one of BroZone's concerts

you've never missed a single concert

and you have way to much merch (mostly JD's merch) (and it's signed with his signature)

I think I might end it here bc I'm running out of ideas and any longer to post this would end up taking longer to post because school starts in like 2 says for me 😭😭 anyways I hope this was good for whoever asked this and again so sorry I lost your ask! I hope you have a great day/night!!

[jinnie-ret]

Hey can I request a fluffy comfort gif where y/n has period cramps and stays to work from home and is kind of in a bad mood so when Hyunjin comes home early from (idk doing Versace ambassador stuff lol) and he tells her he isn’t feeling well and he’s got a stomachache too, she gets annoyed and thinks he’s just teasing. But later on she realizes he’s actually sick and being serious and she feels bad and takes care of him 🎀🤭

under the weather

hyunjin x reader

gif imagine

genre: fluff, teeny tiny angst

content warnings: none

summary: you think hyunjin is teasing you as normal when you're on your period, but turns out he's not feeling too great himself.

My first gif imagine! Hope you enjoy!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

HYUNJIN'S MASTERLIST

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You were used to his teasing, even when you were in a bad mood like this. Cramps, a raging headache and not enough food to satiate your cravings. Of course he always made sure you were okay too, which was why you were surprised by his quiet mood, especially since he has just come back from his recent Versace trip. You had seen plenty of posts on social media and it made you miss him even more. Why wasn't he his normal excited self?

"Hi love, I missed you," you clung onto him as he entered your apartment, looking more tired than usual.

"Mmm, yeha, missed you too," Hyunjin sighed as he walked in, automatically collapsing on the sofa.

"Wow, what a great welcome back," you roll your eyes, unable to help your bad mood from returning as you sat next to him.

"Sorry, I did miss you, I saw your texts as well, I know you've not been feeling great," he sat up slowly, stroking your hair.

"Cramps have been extra bad," you groan, leaning into him.

"I know how you feel," he groaned, leaning against you, staring off at the wall after taking a glance at you.

"Don't tease this time, they've actually been so bad," you playfully whack his stomach, but he hunches over and groans.

"Stop messing around, Jinnie," you whine.

"I'm not, got such a bad stomachache, must have been bad plane food," he hunched over again.

That's when you realise he wasn't joking around this time, it should have been obvious from his mood, you thought.

"Oh, love, I'm sorry I thought you were messing," you sighed, sitting up and wrapping an arm around him and rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"No, not this time darling," he groaned again.

"Let me get you what normally helps me," you pouted as you wiped away his small tears of pain.

You got up and grabbed two hot water bottles, slowly moving around and pouring boiling water into them, as well as two mugs of tea. First you brought over the bottles and gave him one, gently pressing it against his stomach. He immediately let out a sigh in response, seeming to relax a bit.

"Here, have some tea, take these too," you put down your mugs of tea on the table, just as you handed him some paracetamol.

"Thank you Y/Nnie, I know you're not feeling too good either," he took the tablets, curling up on the sofa.

"It's ok, you know what though, I think we'd both be comfier in bed right now, yeah?" you pushed back his hair as you planted a kiss on his forehead.

He nodded and slowly sat up, carrying the mugs as you held the hot water bottles and rested your hand on his back.

"What are we gonna do, hey? We're both gonna be like potatoes laying around in bed," you lightly laughed, the roles now reversed as you carded your hand through his hair as he cuddled up to you, head rested on your chest.

"I'll just be a potato forever then if I get to lay here forever with you," he murmured lightly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles of your other hand.

"Do you always get sentimental when you're under the weather?" you teased him now, your cramps easing ever so slightly.

"Sshhh, you, I'm unwell, you need to take care of me," he looked up at you with pouty lips.

"I will, love don't you worry," you pecked him on the lips, smiles prominent on both of your faces as you relaxed in the comfort of each other.

tagged: @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @kiraisastay @sakufilms

[softhairedhotch]

this one to me feels much more oc-like than a reader-insert (bc of all the details i added) but a few of yous said to keep it as a reader fic so i hope this is okay!! don't hate me if you can't relate to it please n thanks <3 also sorry for the weird formatting of my fics/the random bold or italics or small text idk tumblr hates me and keeps doing it!!! comfortember day five: treehouse (+day eight: grief/mourning) aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader aaron is there for you, just like he always is, after you lose your mother. word count: 2.1k warnings/content: parent loss, death of reader's mother, hurt/comfort, some emotional conversations and sad topics, mentions of crying, pet names, kissing, hugging, established relationship. lyrics that inspired this: "do not enter" is written on the doorway / why can't everyone just go away / except you / you can stay / what do you think of my treehouse? / it's where i sit and talk really loud / usually / i'm all by myself

comfortember masterlist here!

also on ao3!

the treehouse

You step out into the back garden and take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you allow the crisp air to wash over you. Aaron steps out moments after and closes the door quietly before his hand finds your lower back. 

"You okay?" He asks, his voice just above a whisper. It's almost drowned out by the sound of mourning doves overheard.

You shrug, your shoulders feeling as though they’re being weighed down by the heavy armour you’re trying–and failing–to shield yourself with. “I will be.”

“Yeah.” He looks around the garden and lets out a short, flat hum. “But no one is expecting you to be okay, you know that, right? There’s no time limit; you’re allowed to grieve.”

“I know.”

“I know you do, sweetheart. But I just wanted to remind you.” You turn to look at him and, at the sight of his genuine concern, your brave face crumbles. He wraps his arms around you immediately, pulling you close and enveloping you in his warmth. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you whisper as you cling to him, trying your hardest to hold back your tears but failing miserably. “I know.”

“Good.”

“I just don’t know what to do.” 

Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything.”

You pull back and look up at him, confused. “Yes, I do. I have to… to get rid of everything and sell the, the house. And do all the paperwork and figure out what to do with her antiques and, and, and–”

“Hey, hey,” he interrupts you gently, pulling you back into a tight hug. “Don’t worry about any of that right now. I’ll do that.”

“What, no–”

“Let’s not talk about this now, okay? We’ll sort it out later or tomorrow. Give yourself some time to think about it.”

“But what do I do in the meantime? I can’t just… sit around.”

He thinks for a moment. “Show me around.”

“What?”

“Show me around the house. Tell me everything you can, anything you can remember, and I’ll listen. I wanna know what life was like for you.”

You almost burst into tears at his words. “Really? You wanna know about my childhood?”

“Sweetheart, I wanna know everything about you.”

***

You take Aaron inside the house, taking him to the living room. The room hasn’t been touched in a few days, save for a few files on the coffee table you checked earlier, and you feel sick at the thought of leaving the house behind once everything’s packed away. Then the thought of having to pack everything away makes you feel even worse and you sway on the spot. Aaron notices you falter and reaches out to squeeze your arm gently, standing beside you patiently. 

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do when all this is gone.”

“It doesn’t have to be gone,” he replies. “You can take it all.”

“And keep it where?”

“In our house, in a storage container… there’s many places.”

You think for a moment, holding back tears, before shaking your head. “No. I need to… to let it go. Not all of it, but I can’t keep everything. She wouldn’t wanna weigh me down with all her stuff.”

“Alright,” Aaron says, squeezing your arm again and leaning to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Take anything you need. I promise we’ll find a place for it. That sound good?” 

You nod and lean into him for a moment before slowly making your way through the living room, grabbing the objects with the most significance to you and telling Aaron about them before sorting them into a box to take back to the house. You pack a few of your favourite DVDs, ones you’re sure won’t even play anymore with how scratched they’ve become, as you tell Aaron vague memories of watching them as a kid. What happened when you watched them, who you watched them with, how you felt–anything that comes to mind because you know he’s listening.

A few family photos are displayed on the TV stand, as well as a cabinet in the corner, and you relive the memories of when they were taken as you tell him all about them. He asks to look at one closer and you give it to him, watching as he smiles down at a photo of you with your old dog. “You looked happy.”

“I was,” you reply, nodding. “Some of the time, anyway.”

He gives you a small smile and hands you the picture. “I know what you mean.”

You continue to walk him around the house, showing him dents in the wall from where you hurt yourself and little drawings you hid behind drawers and peeling wallpaper. He listens intently, smiling at your happy anecdotes and comforting you when tears well up in your eyes as the worst memories cloud your mind. You show him your childhood bedroom, telling him about friends that used to come over for sleepovers and the first time you kissed someone behind the open door so no one would see. 

“My first kiss was with Haley,” he replies. “In the theatre room at our school.”

“Isn’t that where you first met her?”

“Yeah. I kissed her in the same spot I first saw her.”

“Aw,” you smile as you grab an old diary and throw it into your bag. You’ll read that later when you’re alone so you don’t embarrass or upset yourself anymore in front of Aaron. “You’ve always been a romantic, how cute.”

He blushes and presses a kiss to your cheek as he passes by, making his way to your desk and flicking through a few papers you left there when you were last over. “You think you’d want these?”

“Probably not, doubt they’re important.”

Aaron nods and begins to open the drawers, pulling out miscellaneous items and silently dividing them into piles of things you might want to keep and things you’d throw away. You watch him with a sombre smile, feeling your chest ache at the realisation that he knows you so well and that his love for you is endless. When he catches you watching him, he pauses and raises an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“I love you, you know that, right?” 

“Of course I do,” he replies, closing the drawer and walking back over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to tug you close. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”

“Hm, I don’t know. I think I have a pretty good idea.”

“I don’t want to doubt you, sweetheart, but I really don’t think you do.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips, channelling all his love into it. “I can’t even begin to express how much I love you. I just… do.”

You press another kiss to his lips to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. The love you feel for him is so strong it feels like you might burst. He kisses back, letting you take the lead. Pulling back, you look deep into his eyes and smile the first genuine smile you’ve been able to manage since you first heard the news. “I love you more.”

Aaron chuckles. “Sure you do.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips with a hum. “Ready to carry on?” 

“Yeah,” you mutter, going to pull away before a thought strikes you and you let out a sharp breath. Aaron pulls you back into his arms immediately, looking down at you in concern but keeping silent to give you a moment to think. “Sorry, I just… realised that that was gonna be my last kiss in this room.”

“Is that a good thing? Or bad?”

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly, feeling out of it. “I don’t like the thought of everything we do in this moment being the last of anything, but… the fact that it’s you that I’m doing all this with… yeah, I think that’s a good thing.”

He smiles sweetly at you, love shining so clearly in his eyes, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Then let's stay here for a little longer.”

“We should get it over with, I don’t wanna waste all your free time off work. You deserve to get some time to yourself.”

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his head against yours. “This isn’t a waste of my time. Trust me. I want to be here, with you, for you, and that’s all that matters. Don’t think like that, okay? I’m here because I want to be, not because I feel like I have to. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “It does.”

***

“I guess that leaves the treehouse,” you shrug, feeling drained as you step back outside with Aaron following you. You stare up at the treehouse, wondering if it's necessary to go up there. “You don’t have to come up. It’s pretty small.”

“I’ll go wherever you go.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you say with a small smile, even when his words mean the world to you.

He smiles at you. “You love it.”

“I really do.” Making your way to the treehouse, you glance at Aaron and allow a small smirk to dance over your lips. “Don’t stare at my ass as I go up.”

Aaron laughs. “No promises.” 

You roll your eyes and begin climbing, risking a glance back to find Aaron’s eyes firmly on the ground and being as respectful as ever. It makes your heart skip a beat. Reaching the top of the ladder, you look at the treehouse's entrance and cringe at the big ‘DO NOT ENTER’ sign hanging beside the doorway. It was a sign you carved yourself when you were younger. When you look inside the treehouse, your heart aches as memories flood through you. It takes you a few seconds to force yourself inside but once you clamber in, you call down to Aaron to let him know he can join you.

The sound of him climbing up surrounds you as you push yourself into your favourite corner, one filled with soft padding and blankets. A few of your favourite books are scattered across the floor and pictures of you and your childhood friends cover the walls. The nostalgia hits you hard and you bite your lip to stifle a sob. 

Aaron joins you, crawling inside and looking around with interest. As he gets comfortable in the small space, his long legs curling against himself to fit, you realise it’s the first time anyone’s ever been in the treehouse with you. Or at all. 

He remains silent, waiting for you to be the first to talk. You appreciate that. 

“I used to come up here a lot,” you say after a few minutes. “To read, to think, to talk to myself out loud… everything.”

“And did it help?”

“Yeah,” you nod, reaching over to grab one of the books beside you. It’s one you’re sure you’ve read a million times over, the pages worn and yellowing and a small layer of dust covering the outside. “It was nice. Peaceful. Somewhere I was never bothered.”

“I had a place like that,” Aaron muses, smiling at you. “Not as personal as this, though. It was a bench a few blocks from where I grew up, hidden by a few overgrown trees. I liked it.”

“Did you go there a lot?”

“Whenever I could. Couldn’t go much in the winter because of the cold, though.”

You huffed out a laugh. “Same here. Still came here even if I meant I almost froze to death.”

His smile becomes sad but there's clear understanding in his expression. “Yeah.”

The two of you sit inside the treehouse for almost an hour, talking about whatever comes to mind. Aaron listens intently to every word you say, his comforting hand drawing patterns over your thigh and eventually over your side when you move to curl up against him. You feel yourself drifting off at one point when the exhaustion settles deep in your bones, feeling so safe and warm and loved and comforted beside him, but you force awake to finish back up in the house. 

Aaron follows you inside, as he always has and always will, and comforts you through everything that comes after that. He helps you pack up the house, assuring you over and over that you can take however many boxes you want back to the house you share with him. He sits with you for days after, mostly in silence when the grief catches up to you and you can hardly think, never once looking as if he’d rather be elsewhere. He holds your hand throughout the funeral, never once leaving your side or once letting you think for a moment that you’re ever alone. And even after it’s been weeks, months, years, since that moment, he’s there for you whenever you need a shoulder to cry on. Just like he always has been. 

[toxicanonymity]

Hey, um, I really want to read those thighs out fics that you just posted links to, but because they’re formatted in the tiny text, I can’t read them without giving myself a pretty bad headache ;u; I don’t wanna ask you to reformat them or anything, but do you maybe have them posted to ao3 or something with more standard sized text?? If not that’s alright, just figured I’d ask!

I'm so glad you asked this! I don't mind reformatting at all. There's no rhyme or reason to when I do that, maybe it's when I'm feeling shy lol or just thought it looked right idk it's very silly. I updated those to normal text and went ahead and updated two others that i knew were small off the top of my head because they were recent. I can adjust other ones as I come across them, too. Happy reading!

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holy crap there were a lot, I'm so sorry.

FICS I HAVE CONVERTED FROM SMALL TO REGULAR TEXT (UPDATED 6/11)

thighs out!Joel (boyfriend's dad)

Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k)

at the beach (short)

MISC.

Aches (innocent reader fingering)

Canopy (dbf!joel in your parents' house)

Window Treatment (peeping Tom next door)

MALM Ikea Drabble (Trouble Joel)

Getting ready for Halloween drabble: Trouble!Joel

Stepdad Halloween drabble - Help with tie

Stepdad: Uber

Free Use (ORIGINAL); Picnic Table

Just the Tip (ORIGINAL) (v loss)

Patrol - pt. 1; pt. 2virgin patrol (v loss)

Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out

Fucking one-off dbf Joel at your dad's house

in the ass like a good girl

you almost die then get used

Possessive cum play

non-con while you sleep

you're caught masturbating (300)

Pawn shop (GILF Joel)

Dr. Rock, pt 2

Speakeasy

HC: For Survival Couple become Speakeasy

Speakeasy Teddy (Showing you off)

Under the Table BJ

Public groping at the execution

night walks

x-small night walks 1 deleted scene (breeder stuff)

night walks liquor store run-in

restaurant drabble

night chalks

dark mode!Joel - ULTRA dark - DDD

Dark mode (knife)

Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode)

Non-Fic: Request guidelines.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Same anon who requested the linzer fic and it was so cute I adored it!!! Should make an anon name for myself....snow anon maybe? Or maybe something else? Idk! Btw saw your introduction post and I'm also autistic so I understand need for detailing and I usually try to pack detail into something unless my brain battery is low lol! But for now...I got another request for ya!

Autistic female reader x Shining glitter and I got 3 scenarios cooked up! I'll let you choose or maybe we can do multiple in seprate requests if you end up wanting to do more than one and I can request it again or idk...sorry if this is weird to offer, i just find em all cute....all are possible things Shining glitter comes home to when they come back from a tour that they don't take y/n on because they know y/n would probably get overwhelmed:

1. Shining glitter coming back from a tour to find that y/n stayed up late to welcome her home and is very drowsy so Shining glitter has to put them to bed despite y/n wanting to welcome them home with some time to spend together...maybe Shining glitter has to sing them to sleep in order for them to be unable to fight the eepiness anymore!

2. Shining glitter comes home to y/n greeting them like an excited puppy, happily stimming and rushing at them with hugs and cute couple stuff ensues...maybe involving Shining glitter singing to calm y/n down if they think y/n is getting a little over excited since their singing always calms them down.

3. Shining glitter surprises y/n by coming home earlier than they expected and surprising y/n with their favorite food, favorite board/card/video game set up, and just watches as y/n comes out from their room to see the surprise! Happy stims ensues and happy girlfriends have fun together!

Hope you like these and have fun!

Of course! Snow anon totally works! Gonna throw these into a blender and make something outta it, hope that's okay! :D

You sat on the couch, having put the dinner you cooked in the microwave as you waited tiredly. Your girlfriend was coming home, so you wanted her to have a warm welcome! She'd been gone a while, so you wanted to make sure she felt welcomed!

You almost started to doze off before you perked up, hearing the sound of a pair of familiar keys turning in the door's lock. The door opened and your girlfriend stepped in. "Honey, I'm-" She was cut off as you tackle-hugged her.

"Oh! Hello! How long have you been waiting for me, love?" She asked, laughing softly.

"Since you texted!" You smiled tiredly. The smell of dinner wafted through your shared apartment and Shining Glitter Cookie sighed in relief.

"Mmm....something smells good...what'd ya make?" She asked, picking you up and carrying you into the dining room with her.

"Your favorite! Hot Jelly Stew with bubbly boba to drink!" You smiled. "The food is in the microwave, the drinks are in the fridge!"

Shining Glitter set you down in your typical seat, going to grab your dinner. "Yours is the one without the pearls, I'm guessing?" She asked.

"Mhm, you know me! It's a sensory sensation I can never really handle, ha ha..." She dropped your dinner off, kissing the top of your head.

"That's okay! I know it isn't something everyone can handle!" She giggled. The two of you ate dinner together, occasionally making small talk, which was mostly just you asking how your girlfriend's tour went.

After dinner, she carried you into your shared bedroom, you giggling and basically infodumping about how much you loved your girlfriend's music and how if and when you got married, you wanted to see if the music played could be hers.

Eventually, it got to be bedtime, but you were still going. Shining Glitter loved you, but she wanted sleep, so she just sorta...pulled you under the covers, singing softly to get you to calm down, eventually getting you to calm down enough to fall asleep.

"Goodnight, love~" And she kissed the top of your head, falling asleep with you.

Hope you enjoy! :D

[vettelsbitch]

Just saw that Bezz cele post now, i am making weird noises and i'm almost sobbing. Oh how I love those Cele insights 😭 please always tell us when you have more <3 😭

That idk if im coming home after uni really got to me and my stomach, CELE DO SOMETHING AND GO GET YOUR MAN, he and his kid love you

Kidfic anon here btw 🤭

Beloved! I'm so sorry that this AU is just unconnected blurbs from my brain and not any actual good consistent fully written out story

I can tell you that of course Cele gets his man, there's no way he doesnt, but..

I can think of three ways this could play out, but I'm at work so have two since the third is a mix between them:

1. Happy happy happy no conflict Cele stays love and light and nothing bad ever happens. Boring.

2. Cele goes back home, he has a job lined up there and he does miss his parents a lot. Maybe this implies another fight because he wants so much, he's young, he's full of need and want and desperation, and he asks Marco to go with him, but of course he can't uproot his family for Cele (it's not that he doesn't love him to the point that it hurts, but he has to be realistic, Teo is in school, he's got friend, he has a good enough job, he's closer to family, etc). They would both be MISERABLE, Luca would threaten to put Marco in a box and literally ship him up north to Cele. Matteo is grumpy too, he misses Cele and doesn't understand why they can't talk/facetime him (like they do with Mig, his dad's bestie who is in some soul searching trip somewhere probably getting bitten by bugs). Pecco, Luca and Mig do an intervention, that gets Marco messaging Cele after months (three/four? Idk not that many probably, depends on the level of angst you want) and over text stuff seems easier and harder at the same time, and they have kissed by this point already and Cele is so so so so ready for anything, anything. Tentative, so slow, Cele absolutely gets drunk and sends Marco some nudes one night and he almost brains himself while cleaning the bathroom after helping Marco bathe while the floor is still wet and he peeks at his phone. Maybe Luca is getting married here too and he insists on Marco telling him who is his +1 and that's makes Marco take a free day from work, get Matteo and Rubik in the car and drive up north until he's at Cele's parents door (he has his own small flat but Marco doesn't know that and he only remembers this from x conversation) and Cele's mom is soooooo nice to Matteo and she absolutely know who they are and when Cele gets there for dinner he gets the scare of his life. Anyway, he's Marco's+1 and they start really dating, long distance and with difficulty but then Cele gets a job closer and everything works out in the end.

[19180901]

⤵ I think of her so much, it drives me crazy...

. . 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 .ᐟ

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✣ . Lloyd x anti-hero!fem!reader.

Reader description:

➟ Y/n is an anti-hero and wanted woman that has a pretty long record of crimes. It’s not big crimes like murdering someone or stuff like that, small crimes that are still considered crimes and are obviously punishable. Nonetheless, she still does good things such as helping people that need assistance, giving back that one old woman her purse that got stolen, yeah. Such a girlboss fr

➟ CW: Relationship moves pretty fast (it's Ninjago, what do you expect? Slowburns?), fights, minor injuries.

F/n = Fake name

There's like 5k+ words idk

A/N: ( Sorry for all the fem readers in my posts! I'll try making more diverse readers in my future works. <3)

I'm not making a part two (this is already long enough). The ending is up to you :)

IMPORTANT A/N REGARDING THE STORY AT THE END PLS READ

- <3

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KAI WHERE ARE YOU WE’RE GETTING COOKED ALIVE IN THE DUNGEON

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wdym what

come help us or smth wtf

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don’t tell me you still didn’t save my number you idiot

if we die im gonna tell master wu it’s your fault

You stared at your screen, incredibly confused as you tried to figure out who just texted you and called you by the name of the Master of Fire. But based on what they said, it is most likely one of the famous Ninjas. And that Ninja is probably dying and is gonna die thinking you’re the fire Ninja. You contemplated whether you should tell him you are, in fact, not his friend, saving him and whoever’s with him from whatever is happening to them.

Or you could pretend you were Kai.

One life, you thought with a mischievous smirk visibly displayed on your face. You were bored as fuck so you decided to go with the second option, that is possibly gonna lead to the death of the well-loved heroes of Ninjago. But who cares? Definitely not you. Causing the death of a ninja is gonna look great on your criminal record. Well, if you ever get caught. For some reason, the police was never able to catch you. Dumbasses.

You thought a bit about how Kai would answer this message.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOHH yeah right haha sorry i’m just kinda feeling in a silly goofy mood rn

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HURRY UP

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what

are you dumb

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i’m too important to die but ok

(insert location)

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You felt bad that he’d be waiting for no one to save him from his doom so with what energy was left in you, you got up and quickly slipped on your criminal outfit. Yes, you had an outfit for your crimes because you gotta look good while doing them. And yes, you were going to save the ninja’s asses even if you felt too lazy to do it. You vaguely brushed out some knots in your hair and went out, getting on your motorcycle. You checked the location again and headed straight for it. It wasn’t very far so you could arrive there pretty soon.

You stopped your bike as you took in the scenery. A huge temple with lots of intricate and symbolic designs all over, with unlit torches on the poles that was holding the roof thingy, whatever it’s called. You wasted no time and carefully entered the decaying place, trying not to move or break anything, scared that the place would crumble down on you or something. The Ninja said that they were in the dungeon. But where the fuck is the dungeon?

You looked around with a sketchy face and noticed stairs going down. Since there was no other place to go, there was no doubt they went down there. Again, you carefully went down, alert of your surroundings. You arrived in some sort of tunnel with lots of torches placed in holes in the wall. You went through the tunnel and, unsurprisingly, there were arrows stuck everywhere on the walls, massive holes on the ground, giant axes that were destroyed displayed on the floor. It was very evident that these were traps activated by someone, most likely the Ninjas.

You rolled your eyes at the thought of them helplessly dodging the arrows and other traps. Unlike them, you made sure not to trigger any more traps and safely got to what seemed like giant doors. Giant doors that were half open. You took a peek inside and, sure enough, on the ceiling, gripping the stone bricks with such force were the Green and Silver Ninja, also known as Lloyd and Nya, trying not to die from the rising lava that was about to fill the room. You tried your best to hold in your laugh as you watched them struggle. After taking your phone and quickly snapping a picture, you looked around for any ways to get them out of here. Then you caught sight of stone slabs on the walls that looked like they would fall any minute. You took out a grappling hook and shot at each of the stone slabs so they would fall on the lava and make some kind of platform for the Ninja to land on.

Lloyd and Nya looked at the door but they couldn’t see their friend. But they thought nothing of it, only thinking about their survival and jumped on the stone platforms created by their “friend”. They quickly reached the door and gasped upon seeing that it was, in fact, not Kai that saved them, but some random person that they did not recognize.

“Who are you??” Yelled Nya angrily. You literally just saved their lives. Why is she mad?

“Oh come on I just saved your asses, be grateful I didn’t leave you there to die, because I definitely could’ve. Now if you don’t want the lava to fill the entire temple and kill you then we better move. I’ll explain when we get out, follow me!” You ran in the tunnel towards the stairs as the two others followed you. They exchanged unsure glances but it was true that the temple was about to be destroyed. The lava was rising quickly, quicker than you thought. The three of you hurried out, and, thank the First Spinjitzu Master that you got out before the lava reached you. All of you jumped out and, as if on cue, the old building blew up, for some reason (probably some hidden explosives). You were all out of breath. The adrenaline rush made you run faster than usual. You made a mental note to never answer texts asking for help.

Lloyd regained his breath and looked at you. “Who are you? How did you know we were here? And where’s kai?” You glanced back at him and let out a slightly dramatized but exasperated sigh. How did he not notice that he texted the wrong number? Even your dumbass would’ve noticed.

“Well, sir Green Ninja, it appears that instead of texting your little ninja friend, you have texted some random number that just happened to be me. And I couldn’t just leave you to die, even if I could, so with great effort, I came here to save your butts. Anyway, a thank you would’ve been appreciated.” You remarked and put your hands on your hips.

Nya looked at Lloyd with an annoyed expression, and upon seeing the sour look on his partner’s face, he sheepishly giggled. Nya sighed and looked back at you. “Thank you for saving us. We owe you a lot.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing,” you smiled at them. Lloyd looked at you with a perplexed look. Why did you look so familiar? He swears he’s seen you before somewhere. But where? And why?

“Well then, I better get going. I’ll see you around maybe! I hope not…” You greeted the Ninjas and muttered the last part under your breath. As much as you would’ve wanted to see them around, you didn’t want to be caught by the police and spend the rest of your days in prison.

“Yeah, bye!”

Then it clicked. Now he remembers where he’s seen you before. You’re wanted all around Ninjago and they were often tasked with finding and catching you where there have been sightings of you.

"Hey! You're that criminal that's wanted everywhere!" Yelled the Green Ninja at you. You slowly turned your head to look at him and grinned. Then you fully turned around and crossed your arms. “Heh. I thought you would’ve never noticed.” You chuckled. Lloyd and Nya went into a fighting stance and glared at you.

“Oh come on, why the mean face? I just saved you.” You sighed. “I don’t intend to fight you. I’m not completely evil y’know. I do good stuff too.” You rolled your eyes boredly and walked back to your motorcycle and jumped on it. Lloyd was about to follow when the woman beside him stopped him. He looked at her with a confused look and she shook her head. “I think she isn’t lying. If she was completely evil, she wouldn’t have saved us. And besides, not reporting her to the police is the least we could do in return.”

They both looked at you and saw you smiling innocently at them, before you turned on the engine, put on your helmet and left. The green dude sighed and looked at your distancing figure. He decided to trust Nya and let you go. He’ll catch you another day. Or will he?

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It’s been, what, 3 days? A week since you saved the Ninjas? You didn’t keep track of time, to be frank. You had nothing to do and life seemed like it was worth nothing. You were laying on your couch watching the new series that just came out, For a tomorrow without tears (i made that up, it's not real pls). Basically it was about a girl who’s life was pretty much shit and she cries everyday because of that. You thought it would be bad but it was actually interesting and now you’re hooked.

You lived in a secret underground basement that was well hidden. It was under Laughy’s Karaoke Club, and the entrance was behind said place. There was a small, unnoticeable button that could only be pressed by you, since it recognizes digital fingerprints. So if anyone else finds the button somehow, it would not work.You were pretty proud of it since you installed the system yourself.

You had nothing to do. How about stealing random kids’ candy? No, you already did that yesterday. Their cries felt so good to hear. I could start a chase with the police. Eh, you didn’t feel like running or doing anything physically demanding. Since when did life get so boring? You had so much to do before you rescued the Ninjas.

You decided to slip on the first outfit that you picked up from the floor and got out of your secret base after taking your time (for once) and tying your hair into something decent. You put on a mask that covers your whole face so you won’t be immediately recognized. Leaving, you made sure no one was around to discover your hidden hideout.

You decided to simply take a stroll around the city, looking for something to do. Some crimes maybe. Or help people. Whatever. It was broad daylight so you didn’t expect to see the Ninjas today. Hopefully they weren’t here. You walked past an alley and heard yells. You didn’t notice until you realized someone was screaming, and walked backwards to check in the alleway. There, cowering in fear, stood two teenage girls surrounded by some thugs that probably wanted their money or something, the usual basically.

You calmly walked into the alley and started to speak. “Damn, thugs stealing kids’ money in a secluded alleyway? Probably the most cliché thing I’ve encountered today.” The men looked at you and glared. “Get her!” Ordered what seemed to be their leader. One of them charged at you and you skillfully dodged him, grabbing his left arm and bending it in a way that’ll leave him trembling and screaming for his mom. He howled in pain and you smirked. The other thugs looked at each other with worried glances. Hesitantly, they also lunged at you. Throwing a kick and punch there, they were both defeated in less than a second. Hah, weak.

The only one left was the leader. He looked at you with such fear anyone would’ve thought you were Garmadon or the Overlord, or something. He took out a dagger and tried to hit you with it. To your fortune, he was too slow. You expected better for a leader. You kicked your leg at his arm and, surprisingly, he dodged it and impaled your thigh with his dagger. You hissed in pain and recoiled your leg. You glared at him and threw punches in his face and when he was taking in the pain in his face, you took the chance and kicked the dagger out of his hand. Swiftly, you took the weapon and went behind him, putting the dagger to his neck.

“Well, well. Didn’t expect you to actually do damage. You’re stronger than I thought, but too weak to be able to defeat me.” The dagger still on his neck, you threw a punch at him from behind and he passed out. You exhaled and looked at the teenage girls, who had bewildered looks on their faces. You looked through the leader and took the bags and purses of the girls. You gave them back their belongings and one of them started to sob into tears of joy and relief, very much to your dismay.

“T-thank you.. sniff for saving u-us! What can we do f-for you in return?” Thanked the sobbing girl. You awkwardly chuckled and waved your hand. “Eh, just stay safe for me, will ya’? Don’t wanna come to your rescue again.” They smiled and bowed to you before going their way. But just as they were turning their backs, a ninja came out of nowhere and looked at the scene. It was the Green Ninja, again, much to your dismay. He looked at the knocked out thugs behind you and looked at you. Then he looked at the girls, then back at you.

“Did you knock out those dudes?” He crossed his arms as he queried. An imaginary drop of sweat slid down your forehead behind your mask and you nervously tittered. His presence made you so uneasy all of a sudden.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I did.” The girls squealed in excitement and ran out the alleyway, for some reason. You thought they would’ve asked for the celery man’s autograph or something, but no, they straight up ran away. The said man looked at you, then walked in your direction. He stopped in front of you and he crossed his arms, again. “Don’t think I don’t recognize you, F/n." You raised an eyebrow at him then smirked, dramatically taking off your mask. “And here I thought no one would find out I’m me! My, am I in such distress.” You said, even more dramatically and put a hand on your forehead, to make it even more dramatic. He just rolled his eyes, even if you couldn’t see it.

You cleared your throat. “So.... are you gonna.. kidnap me and deliver me to the police or something?” You awkwardly asked and put your hands behind your head as you strayed not too far away. All you did was stare at each other for the past 20 seconds and it was very awkward. The height difference didn’t make things any better.

Then you remembered that the thug stabbed your thigh. And it was bleeding and staining your clothes. You gritted your teeth in pain. Why was it now that you felt the pain? You started to feel slightly lightheaded but played it off (successfully).

“What? No! I’m not gonna kidnap you.” He gushed and looked at you, surprised by your sudden question. “Then what? Am I not supposed to be wanted? You know, this is the moment where you’re supposed to tie my hands up, pick me up on your shoulder, aggressively deposit me at the police station and mysteriously disappear. I actually thought you’d be interesting. I must say, I’m disappointed.” You told him off with a hearty laugh as you turned back to look at him. You started to feel more and more dizzy as the seconds went by. Shit. What if you passed out in front of him? Shit.

He looked down with a perplexed gaze. This was greatly troubling, for sure. What was he supposed to do? Turn you in? You saved these girls before he could even arrive at the scene. But you also saved him. You weren’t evil or mean, like how everyone thinks you are. You may be a criminal, but that’s not what you do 25/8.

That's when he noticed your leg. He gasped. You were bleeding like crazy! How did he not notice this sooner? And why did you seem so calm and nonchalant about it??

"Your- your leg- !" He tried to warn you but you put a finger to his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm gonna go back to my place and treat it, don't worry." You reassured him, but he didn't believe you. It has probably been some time that you started bleeding, and at this point you should've passed out from the blood loss.

God, why did he even care? It's not like you're close or anything… But still. Strangely enough, he felt the need to help you. Not because it's probably just common decency, but for something else.

But his thoughts were interrupted when you tried to walk away. "I'm going back so- so uh… yeah. Stay safe out there.. It's not… It's not safe-" You stopped talking when black dots covered your vision, and you felt yourself go limp. You didn't know what happened next because you just passed out (finally).

Lloyd hurriedly caught you before you could hit the floor. Now what was he supposed to do? He can't get you to the hospital because you're gonna go straight to prison after being treated. He doesn't know where you live. He sighed as he realized he had no other choice but to take you back to the Bounty. The others will surely understand his situation, right?

"Pixal, do you copy?" Spoke Lloyd into his mic thingy. I don't know what it's called.

"Loud and clear, Lloyd. What is it?"

"I'm gonna need you to come pick me up… I'm kind of, uh.. stuck." He chuckled, uneasy. "I'll meet you on the roof of the building on-” He checked their location. “-Elemental Avenue, 451."

"On it."

Lloyd shifted so that he could carry you bridal style. He then jumped on the emergency stairs on the side of buildings and made his way on the rooftop. A minute or two passed, and the Bounty arrived. He climbed in and set the woman down, still having an arm below your head.

He looked up and saw Pixal and Nya coming his way. They both gasped at your sight. "What happened?" Panicked Nya, while Pixal rushed to get the medications and bandages needed.

"Long story…" He half-smiled at his teammate then glanced at you. Why did he feel so worried? He shouldn’t be worried. He shouldn’t care. He thought that it was normal since it was his duty to help the citizens of Ninjago, but you. You? You're a criminal! He can't care for you. He would've dropped you off at the hospital normally, but he didn't like the idea of you ending up in prison after being treated.

What. What? Why didn't he like you being in prison? They spend 50% of their time trying to find you and put you in a jail cell and here he was, not liking you being in prison. What the fuck.

The female nindroid came back a minute later with the med kit. It was only now that they realized they had to remove your pants to treat you. Lloyd unconsciously reddened. Nya carried you to a room with Pixal behind her, still carrying the med kit. They left, leaving poor Lloyd alone with his thoughts that grew more and more overwhelming and obvious each passing second.

Once you were in a different room, the Water Ninja set you down on the bed and gently slid down your pants. The gash was quite big. And your pants were full of blood. She made a mental note to wash it for her. Nya backed away and let her friend do the rest.

Said girl cleaned the blood before applying disinfectant on a piece of cotton and wiping your injury. She couldn't just put a band-aid on the cut. It was pretty large and quite deep.pretty damn deep. She will need to stitch it. Pixal took out a medical sew and sutures to stitch your wound.

An hour or two had passed, and the three girls were still in the room. Lloyd grew more and more anxious. He was about to knock on the door when it opened before he had the chance to. Nya shook her head as she chuckled at the celery man. He looked at her with an expectant gaze.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She'll wake up soon." Comforted the woman. Lloyd sighed in relief and crossed his arms.

“Why didn’t you drop her off at the hospital? They would have treated her and taken her to Kryptarium Prison.”

Lloyd flinched. What was he gonna tell her? He doesn’t even know why himself.

The Water Ninja raised an eyebrow at her comrade. Then she sniggered at him in realization. “Oh~ I get it. You have a crush on a criminal that we met only a week ago.” She continued laughing at the poor vegetable dude. The latter blushed and immediately denied.

“What!? No! Never. A crush? On her? Pff-” He tried to reason, but it was futile. Deep down he knew it was true, but he’d never admit it to anyone, or himself. Nya rolled her eyes with a smile and went her way to the control room.

Lloyd took a deep breath, and went into the room where you were in a deep slumber. He stared into your sleeping figure. What if Nya was right? What if he truly did have a crush on you? What is he gonna do? The others can’t know about this. They were gonna bully the fuck out of him. The more he thinks about it, the weirder he feels about you. Not the bad kind of weird. The.. weird kind of weird.

The green-obsessed man had nothing to do for the moment, so he decided to wait for you to wake up. He took a chair and sat down beside you. Before he knew it, he, too, was falling asleep.

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You woke up to loud snoring. You looked around, sitting up. Lloyd was sleeping on a chair and he was snoring like a father taking a nap.

Wait, what? What’s Lloyd doing in your room?

Then you realized that you weren’t in your room. You tried to recall what happened.

Oh yeah. You passed out. Shouldn't you be in the hospital, though? What the fuck are you doing in.. wherever you are?

You got up from the bed and hissed. You felt something around your thigh. Someone bandaged your wound. You glanced back at the sleeping man beside you. With much pain and energy, you walked towards him and aggressively shook him. “BITCHASS WAKE UP WHERE AM I?”

Vegetable man jolted back up. He rubbed his eyes from his sleep and glared at you. Then he realized you were standing. With an injured leg. “What- Why are you standing?? You should be in bed!” He pushed you back to bed and scolded you. “I don’t need to stay in bed! Answer my question. Where am I?” You angrily responded from where you seated on the bed. You looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Wait, since when did he get so tall? And so intimidating? You gulped but still kept up a confident figure.

The Green man sighed exasperatedly and looked at you in disdain while putting his hands on his hips. “You’re on the Destiny's Bounty. And don’t worry, I’m.. not the one who cleaned your cut.” He reassured you and you could’ve sworn his face was just the slightest bit of red.

Your breath started to hitch seeing him blush. He looked kind of cute like that.

What?

You shook off the thought and stood up again, much to Lloyd’s dismay. “Where are we?”

“On The Bounty. We can drop you off at yours, if you want?”

“And tell you the location of my secret hideout? No thanks. Just drop me off where we are, I’ll find my way back.” You limped towards the door onto the deck. He strode towards your limping figure and put your arm over his shoulder and helped you walk. “Are you sure? What if you get attacked or something? You won’t be able to fight like that.” He tried to convince you but of course, you denied. But the dude persisted and got on your nerves, so you told him to land you off at Laughy’s.

“Alright then.”

He left you to go to the control room. You looked down at the city and were left agape. Ninjago City looked so beautiful at night, especially from this view. You started to think about Lloyd.

“What if you get attacked or something?”

Why does he care? It’s totally not like you weren’t supposed to be rotting in prison.

10 minutes went by and you were still thinking about him. You realized and reddened. God, why were you thinking so much about him? It’s not like you liked him or anything… That would be weird. Wouldn't it?

“...Be careful, alright?” You looked at Lloyd and smiled, before going your way behind the Club. You made sure The Bounty left and you were out of sight and you went back to your base. You pushed the button on the wall with your index finger, and a door opened. You looked around for any sign of people, and went down the stairs leading to your hideout.

Once you were in, you immediately propped yourself onto your bed. Man, today was a long day. So much happened, but at the same time, so little did. You turned around so you would be facing the ceiling. You thought about Lloyd. Why did he say all those things? Did he mean it? Why is he actually kinda...

You turned around once again and screamed into your pillow. What the fuck was up with you? Did he poison you or something? Or used his weird green power thing to corrupt your mind? So many questions, but so little answers.

You fell asleep still thinking about the vegetable man.

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“LLOYD’S GOT A CRUSH Y’ALL!!”

The people in the room flinched as a certain blue ninja barged in the room. They shared incredibly confused glances before Kai, the Fire Ninja, looked at his teammate in disbelief and surprise.

“Wait wait, what- wait, WHAT?” He said, absolutely and utterly baffled at the fact that their traumatized little bro is actually in love (ignore harumi, she does not exist. fuck harumi btw) with someone. “Spill it! Who is it?”

“Remember F/n? That criminal the police make us search for but we can’t find her?”

“Don’t tell me he likes her!? ” Cole butted in, equally as bewildered as his friend.

The three of them looked at each other before breaking down in a fit of laughter.

Upon hearing the abnormally loud noise coming from the living room, Lloyd entered the room seeing the Red, Blue and Black Ninjas laughing as if they just saw a cockroach pissing on Zane or something. He raised an eyebrow and stared at them questioningly. What was so funny they were guffawing to their doom?

Kai tried to explain but couldn’t, as every time he opened his mouth only a wheeze came out. Cole, being the calmest in the room (but still howling in laughter), explained the situation to the poor boy.

“You- You like F/n??” He pointed at him before laughing just as hard as his comrades.

Lloyd’s eyes widened impossibly in surprise and waved his hands around as he denied the statement with all his might. “What? No! What- Who told you such nonsense? I don’t like F/n! I don’t.”

“Okay okay, but seriously dude. Her? Come on, There’s like, what? 5 billion people in Ninjago? I know you can do so much better!” Jay teasingly punched Lloyd’s arm.

“What? She’s not that bad… She’s actually nice. And what do you mean I can do so much better??” He glared at the boys before realizing what he just said.

“Haha, you admit it! Don’t worry bro, we got you.”

“What- I don’t like her!” He hid his face in his hands in aggravation, but the burning blush visibly displayed on his face said otherwise. “Why don’t you get it?” He looked up and glared at them. They snickered at him in response.

“Ask her out! I’m sure she’ll say yes.” Cole suggested, but his suggestion was quickly turned down by embarrassed Lloyd.

“Huh? No way! She doesn’t look like the type to be into that stuff anyway..” Said boy looked down and scratched his nape. “And besides, we only met like, 3 times. I can’t just ask her out like that.”

“How about you just tell her you wanted to go out as friends or something?”

“Yeah! And then you become friends, then you become good friends, then you crush on each other, then you’re a couple, then you get married and then you have kids- OW??”

Jay was cut off when Kai punched him on the back of his head. Lloyd groaned and sat down on the couch while slouching.

Then something came to the Master of Earth’s mind. “Do you at least have her number?”

Lloyd thought for a bit. “Actually, yeah. But she didn’t exactly give it to me. Remember that time me and Nya had a mission in Sunsetra’s Temple (i also made that up don’t judge me pls)? We, uh… kinda got stuck in a room with rising lava and I tried to text Kai for help, but somehow I texted some other number that ended up being F/n’s. We thought Kai would come but she came instead and yeah, that’s how I have her number. And also how we met.” The green-wearing boy explained, and leaned back while putting his hands behind his head.

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“You’re… fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?”

“Dude, just go text her! Get out! Shoo shoo! Don’t come back until she says whether she’ll go out with you or not!” Jay, quite literally, kicked Lloyd out of the living room. “Ah… Children grow up so fast.” He said, wiping an imaginary tear out of his eye as if he was in some dramatic k-drama or something. The two other boys in the room facepalmed.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHey

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ(Sent at 09:12 PM)

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+81 54 553 6978

who is this

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt’s Lloyd

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+81 54 553 6978

why ar eyou texting me at 9 pm??

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI have a question

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+81 54 553 6978

is it important?

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It is of the utmost importance, yes

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+81 54 553 6978

what’s so important? are you dtrying to distract me so you have the time to trackd my numbef down or smth to find my location and send me to th epolice???

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤYou know I could’ve done that ages ago?

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤAlso why are you texting like that wtf

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yes but we never know.

and why not smh🖕

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYou text just like Jay

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is that a compliment or an insult

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Depends

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+81 54 553 6978

well thank you then 😘

anyways what did you want to ask me?

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh I forgot about that

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤWell, It’s kind of embarrassing but

ㅤI wanted to ask if we could go out sometimes…

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omg

like a date??

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIf you want to, I guess

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We spoke like twice in our lifetime so

yes you’re right, that is embarrassin LMAAOA

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIs that a no?

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no actually

yes lloyd, i’ll go out with you 🤧

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI didn’t think you’d actually say yes

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Y/n :)

tbh me neither but i’m giving you a chance bc im just nice like that👍

when and wehre di we meet??

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ㅤㅤ ㅤI was thinking about the amusement park?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤYou seem like the type to go there a lot

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Y/n :)

i unfortunately don’t hav the chance to go because I’ll most likely get arrested

but yes you’re right😋

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤOkay then, I’ll meet you there at uhh

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTuesday at 3:00 PM?

Y/n :)

actually, how about we go somewhere calmer?

i have a mission tuesday morning and i’ll probabaly b etoo drained for an amusement park hahahaj…

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh of course, that’s fine :)

ㅤㅤㅤ How about the new café that just opened?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt’s pretty calm there

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Y/n :)

very cliché but yes i would love that :))

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAlright, the new café at 3:00 PM?

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Y/n :)

yup 👍

see you on tuesday <33

❤️ Liked by Lloyd

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❤️ Liked by Y/n :)

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Lloyd grinned at the “<3” you sent and propped himself onto his bed, and tightly hugged his pillow as his thoughts grew to be more and more about you.

One thing he knew for sure was that he most certainly looked forward to your date.

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⤴ I JUST DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME

A/N: I changed Lloyd's texting style purposely between the chat where he thought Y/n was Kai and when he knew it was Y/n. He texted differently because he thought it would impress Y/n, just a little HC of mine💪💪

© legoffection. Please do not repost my work on any platforms, plagiarize and heavily edit my work under any condition!

[aldakat31415]

Idk if requests are open, and sorry if they aren't! 29 from the request page + Ranpo pls?

Np. Requests will always be open as long as I'm not overworked. Sounds good!

Request number #29

Ranpo x reader

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff, birthday

You had been gone for maybe an hour when you received a text on your phone. This clingy man, always ignoring you in favor of his snacks but when you leave for a small errand he's blowing up your phone..

Ranpo: You coming home soon.. lonely ☹😢

You sighed, scratching at the side of your head trying to decide what to do with your man child. How you still were in a relationship even to this point? You had no idea, but it may have had to do with how he made your heart squeeze when you saw him. How he would leave roses on your pillows every few nights after he left. How he always seemed to know when something was bothering you and knew exactly how to cheer you up. He was a clingy, annoying, pest. But he was your clingy, annoying, pest. You wouldn't have traded him for anything in the world.

But right now you were starting to doubt that a little. All these party supplies in your basket, so many things that you just didn't need.. if he was gonna be a little bitch did he really deserve to have all of this? You thought for a moment before your conscious gave in, even if he was a little bitch it was still his birthday and you should treat him such.. even if you wanted to strangle him at times.

Y/n: Yeah I should be home soon babe. 😀 Just need to run one last errand.

No response.. he must have gotten bored waiting for you and gone off to find more snacks. Luckily for you that would mean you could do your last task without his barrage of texts invading your ability to do anything. Sure you could just mute him.. but you couldn't bring yourself to be that cruel.

You walked into the next isle, searching high and low for something you were pretty sure would be impossible to find. This man had some pretty refined tastes, if you counted snacks as refined. Apparently the store that sold this snack barely made any anymore do to lack of popularity, but for some reason Ranpo loved them more than anything. Who were you to deny him of his one true love other than yourself.. it was his birthday, and if the store recalled the candy like they seemed to be trying to do. Well your boyfriend would never have another chance to try it.. not exactly your problem, but you wanted to do something special for him. You always wanted to make him happy.

Blue, pink, yellow.. all sorts of different candies lined the snack isle. All with fancy brand names, or English names because they were popular foreigner snacks. Finally you found what you almost couldn't believe your eyes on, the very snack that was basically impossible to find. Quickly you snatched it up and put it in your basket.

As soon as you got home Ranpo was waiting patiently for you on the couch. Starting up at you like a puppy that had been away from it's owner all day. He was adorable like this, but the second you stepped on closer his smile turned to a frown.

"All alone on my birthday! Why did you have to leave me!" He whined, standing up and wrapping his arms around you. His head found itself a den in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your hair. "I missed you.."

You couldn't help, but laugh. Partly because he was tickling you with his nose, but also because his behavior was exceptionally juvenile. Even for him. "I was gone for only and hour, and all the stuff I got was for your birthday silly. Here." You took the candy out of the wrapper, making him shut his eyes so he couldn't see what you were putting into his mouth. As soon as you stepped back his eyes lit up and his mouth sprang into a mischevious, but delighted grin.

"You got one for me! I thought they were all gone!" He yelled, tackling you and crashing onto the floor so he could wrap his arms around you. Not realizing that he had made both of you teeter over until the loud thump on the floor was heard.

"Well it is.. but I've been searching the web for weeks to find the one place that stocked them.. so yeah.. I managed to find one." You said, acting a bit nonchalant before returning his fiery grin to him.

"Best. Birthday. Ever!" He yelled, snuggling into your neck again.

"You haven't even had the rest of the food or opened your gifts.. babe are you sure?" You asked, skeptical that just one candy could satiate his hunger for food.

"Yep. You're my gift anyway." He said, grinning even wider and brighter now.

"You really want me to try and find you rare candies for every birthday now, don't you." You replied, still not believing him.

He looked away, slightly guilty. "Ok fine.. You got me.. but.. in all seriousness.. you really are the best thing that ever happened to me."

[justafairytailofinnocence]

New anon here <3

Match up for PotC?

General:

- Fem identifying + she/her if you need my pronouns

- Polyam and possibly bi (for now I'm only romantically attracted to males so)

- Academically smart + gamer

- I love drawing, learning languages and playing games (though you can't do that in those times)

- I also don't mind playing poker or mahjong so

- Mental state is questionable (I'm going to therapy so you be the judge /lh)

Personality:

- My personality changes from: Chaotic/happy - very unstable - Soft/cute - s e x (/hj)

- I've been known by friends and aquaintences to be... very confident/outgoing? Apparently I give off the vibes of 'F u im gonna be me and not care about anyone's judgements'

- My sense of humour is cursed and chaotic

- Speaking of, I am quite a chaotic person in general

- I'm also quite energetic? People say I'm always very cheerful

- That's a lie I'm just good at masking lmao

- I'm pretty indecisive too ohno

- Anyway, I'm VERY empathic/caring. I am literally part of an online support group full of strangers so we can all help each other

Looks:

- I am pretty small (5'2 or something)

- Also literally as slim as a stick (not like skeleton/unhealthy, just like... very skinny) 💀

- I have long straight black hair and brown eyes

- Small face shape too I think

- Pretty flat (both chest and butt) but I think I've got decent hips imo 🤔

- My fashion is as variable as my taste in men tbh

- Sometimes im the cute girl with short pleated skirts, oversized sweaters, flowy dresses, knee high socks, Mary Jane shoes, pink blushy makeup and soft strawberry pinks

- Sometimes I be put here with leather jackets, suits, bold black liner + red lipstick and g strings

- And sometimes im looking like a sl-tty e girl idk man 🤷

- Anyways, I think if I had to wear a pirate fit it would either be an off the shoulder crop shirt + low waisted trousers or a cute flowy white dress with a brown corset and stuff

Relationship stuff:

- I'm pretttty big on PDA

- I like holding hands, hugs, kisses

- What I absolutely adore is having a hand on the waist + being picked up bridal style

- Being hugged from behind is cute too <3

- Romantic gestures that are more verbal such as compliments, letters and such are cool, just not as good as PDA lol

- Oooo speaking of I would love getting jewellery or clothes from bf bc then I can wear it as if to prove to others we're together and stuff :)

- I think i would probably suit a more casual one rather than go straight into 'I love you' tho ofc later on I wouldnt mind

- I don't mind most dates, though movies + museums are probably not my thing lol

- I don't mind a bit of clinginess, but I detest constant messages/texts like leave me alone

- As for my pref in men, as long as ur taller and masc I'm good man

Extra:

- I saw u could do a theme song and I think that would be super cool!!

- If there's like... one person I wouldn't like to be matched with it would be any of the Turners (sorry lol)

- I assume it isn't allowed, but if it is then multiple matches are 😳 yes pls

- TYSM FOR READING THIS ILYSM 💜💜💜

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For potc I ship you with:

Jack sparrow 🏴‍☠️

And

Hector Barbossa 🐒

Jack met you through tortuga, he was sailing to find the fountain of youth.

You were captured with jack and black beard to find it.

Jack was whisping you away, he lost the pearl however to the captain.

He tried to make amends with you by showing how romantic he can be.

Jack is more passionate and romantic while Hector's more genuine and somewhat heartfelt.

Barbossa wanted to find Jack but at the same time he also wanted the pearl and find you.

Jack rarely was committed but he for the first time wanted to be with you.

Angelica got jealous most of the time and had you do the dirty work.

Barbossa didn't exactly share his feelings, he wasn't used to romance but he would be would reveal something to you.

Jack has more experience, he was quite more passionate and confident in what he knows.

Expect sword fighting and arguing between the two.

If you choose jack, he would marry you on the pearl and your kid would be the next pirate lord. They would have his eyes and your hair.

Your theme song with jack:

If you chose barbossa, he would marry you as a pirate bride and your kid would be a pirate or landlubber. They would have your hair and his eyes.

Your theme song with barbossa:

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[insufferablelust]

I ummm woupd it be okay to ask you to do a mgg x reader smut. Like he ties reader up and fucks her but like sticks his fingers in her mouth to suck on but she is also really bratty and likes to make things hard for him (like at work) and just super dom mgg and really bratty reader. Idk I'm awkward sorry you dont have to write it I just thought maybe a suggestion I mean I really like your working and all

Finally new smut! yay! anyways i combined these two amazing mgg concepts from my queens and then turn them into this, adding my spice into it as well so i hope y’all love this! thank you for the reqs queens!! MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WORKS.

WARNINGS : Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, Degradation by name calling, Rough sex, Oral fixation, back seat abandoned building car sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, lots of teasing, and all the good stuff. Plus fluffs!!! Read at your own risk❤️ leave a like and reblog, thanks!

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Having an actor as a boyfriend surely has its perks, one being the fact that i always gets to see how Matthew make his own version of art, his visions, as well as his god gifted talent, i must say that it warms my heart to no end, seeing him so passionate about something that he can even do in his sleep.

With perks, comes the not so pleasant ones, one of them is not seeing him for weeks sometimes. His busy schedule has put my relationship through some rocky beginnings, thankfully we made agreements and that’s settled. Of course, i could visit him whenever i want, even if it requires a plane ticket— he’ll provide it (not that you’ll take it.) but today is one of those days when the amount of missing him became greater than to actually wait patiently.

The location where Matthew currently filming, wasn’t that far from our shared house so it shouldn’t be that bad right?.... Wrong. A month into the filming process i felt the neediness present, he comes home every night yet you still miss him. He filmed during the day mostly, coming home late already tired, and then when his director gave him a time off or day or two break, he spent it by rereading scripts or working on directing his small projects.

It’s not that i didn’t understand his schedule, but something about having him so close yet so far away just chipped away any patience i have left in me. Frustrated, i grabbed the car keys and decided to go to where he was filming. I knew that he wouldn’t have a problem with you coming in, but I knew that would definitely have a problem or two about what i’ve been planning.

So you drove for an hour, until you reached the filming set, finding yourself growing expectedly needy and nervous. You texted him saying that you were on your way, the way he answered left you giggling and smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Sure sweetheart, come on over, my lunch break is at 12.15, we can have lunch together. When you got here just knock on trailer 4. Love you.”

Your knocked on his trailer door, anxiously biting your lips at the anticipation, it shouldn’t be such a big deal, you’ve visited his set couple of times before— it’s just.. what you wear and what you have in mind is making you jumpy with adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream. Only wearing one of his button ups, tucked inside the plated skirt that stop around mid-thigh. It’s one of his... kink really to see you in such a mundane outfit yet something about seeing you in his clothing on public nonetheless flick the switch inside Matthew, makes him go feral.

So as soon as he opened the trailer door, and see the sinful cladded clothing, he yanked you inside and furiously carry you to his lap as he sit down on one of the chairs. “Are you fucking crazy?” His tone sent chills down your spine, you know better than this, than to show up while he’s working, in such clothing that drove him mad. The tone in his voice plus the way he gripped your hips should’ve warned you just how mad he is. But you just innocently shrugged, and rolled you eyes, licking your lips before muttering a soft, “last time i check, i’m doing just—“

You were cut off instantly by the grip that’s now strongly held against the skin of your jawline, and the fingers that was penetrating your very lips. The act, sent your blissful sear to your core.

“Shut up, and listen here you insatiable bunny. I have to finish few more scenes, and it shouldn’t take long. I want you to be a good bunny, and behave. I’m giving you a chance to be good here, if you obey what i said, i’ll give you rewards but if i catch you disobeying me whilst i’m gone, believe me you won’t walk let alone sit for a week, pet.”

Matthew’s eyes burned holes through your skull, his fingers shoved deeper making you gag slightly, cheeks running with tears. “Do you understand, or do i have to write it down for needy whores like you hm?” His words are downright cruel yet your panties got more damper and damper. The only thing you can let out is soft whimpers and nods at him, your fingers scratching his arms to let you breathe.

“If you lie, i’ll know. Now be good, i’ll see you in a bit.” He pushed his lips against yours, kissing the tender lips softly before pulling away and then out the door.

Your heart was beating so fast, and your core ached, truly ached and sopping wet. You almost cried out at the frustration, but decided that you can take it, you’ll take it. So you decided to just lay there and tried to get some sleep. You thought the desire should’ve burned down for a bit after you wake up, but if anything it grows stronger and made you needier.

You were so desperate that you half expectedly slip your fingertips past through the waistband of your panties, sighing as you dream about the sensation of being touched by him, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his damn cock. “Please..” You whimpered out to no one in particular, just the surrounding space on his trailer. “Matthew..” You moaned again, this time louder— loud enough that you don’t ever hear him opening the door, your eyes only opened when he slammed it, now standing in front of you, his hands tucked away inside his pants pocket.

“Matthew i—“

“Lay over my lap.” He commanded, the way he said it surely alerted all the nerves inside of you. You drew in a sharp breath, before crawling to where was sat at the edge of the chair, and lay tummy down across his lap, the skirt you wore made it easy for him to slide your panties down and shove them inside your mouth as he palmed your ass, gripping it hard, then before you could even breathe, his palm crashed against your ass cheeks.

“Count, and thank me.”

“One! Thank you Matthew!”

There’s something about her calling his name, begging him to do anything that gets him going every-time. He loves it especially when she’s basked with his scent, his clothes, him just him. Call him simply in love or obsessed, he doesn’t care as long as he’s with her. Being in control helps him relinquish all his stress, but really— it’s her who’s in control, if you want to stop he’ll stop. But he knows, both of them pleased each other and willing to go for miles just to be close and intimate.

“Five! oh! t-thank you.” Her breathing was shallow, her ass was on fire, and her core was dripping wet. This is what he loves about their relationship, the dynamics, and the amount of trusts they have with one another always sparked something inside him and her. God he would die for Y/N.

“Ten! please please!” He smiled, before yanking her hair upwards, bending down— his lips trail kisses from her neck up to her ear as he whispered, “What are you begging for, doll?”

“Touch me! please Matthew!” The way she begged turns him on like no other, yet he knows what she wants, and he’s going to give it to her. Making sure she will learn not to tease him this time.

“You’re so cute, and a mess too. I bet you love it don’t you? being a greedy mess for me?” The condescending tone of his should make her angry, but instead she moaned- she bloody moaned. “uh huh! i’m yours right?”

At that she turns to look at him in the eye, knowing just how frustrated if he sees her eyes, her damn puppy eyes. He knows her trick well enough to give her one more slap before tugging her to stand up shakily, whilst still holding onto her waist so that she won’t fall.

“Here’s what we’re going to do pet, we’re going to your car, and then we’ll wait until we get home. Okay baby?”

“No! no! no please!” Y/N whined as she stomped her foot like a child, the stern line of his jaw clenched as his palm burned and twitch with the need to reminds her to not talk like that to him. Yet he held back, decided to wait until a bit later.

“C’mon brat, fix yourself and let’s go.” And just like that, he walked away packing his things, leaving her wet and ready as tears streamed down her eyes, She’s so damn needy.

Pulling herself up, she fixed her make up as best as she can before gathering her things and catching up to him who’s already situated himself on the driver seat of her car.

If this is the game he wanted to play, then game on, Gubler.

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It started when they were about halfway to their house, long enough to make him believe that she’s well behaved. Uh oh, not when your girl is Y/N, she thinks. She parted her legs wide, pulling the palm that has been resting on her thigh for a while now deeper into where he could feel the heat through her panties.

“Y/N.” Matthew warned, his eyes flicking towards her, but instead of pulling back his hands— he gripped her inner thigh tightly instead causing her to whimper in delight from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Yes, M- Oh...” She fluttered her eyes shut as she make a dramatic arch of her back, as she felt his knuckles grazed against her puffy clit. Her free palm reached out to palm his cock through the pants he was wearing, earning strings of ‘fucking brat.’ from him which made her giggle.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this hm? Enjoy testing me like this?” Y/N innocently tilted her head, and shrug as if she’s not giving him a hand job right now. “Ah look at you, so cute. Just remember the consequences, petal.”

She giggled like an angel that she is before leaning to his side as her hand unbutton his pants, earning a loud “Don’t you dare.” From him, which she only replied with a lip bite and then took his hard cock out, gently running her fingertips against the veins.

“Oh but look baby! you’re clearly loving it right now.” She bat her eyelashes up at him before leaning down and place her warm mouth around the head of his cock, causing him to press the gas pedal a bit too hard. “You insatiable fucking minx.” He groaned, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one tangled in her hair pushing her down his cock.

Matthew was trying so hard to focus yet he just couldn’t, who’s to blame him? his girl’s warm mouth is around his cock, and the sight of her bending across the damn center console with her ruined panties on his peripheral vision doesn’t sit well with safety. Finding the nearest abandoned property and pulled over, before pulling her head up.

“Dirty whore, get in the back and get on your hands and knees.” He hissed, as he released the grip on her hair, which she obeyed immediately, crawling to the back seat on hands and knees as he waited for him. They’ve done this enough times to know which position allows them to have the best sensation.

The moment he crawled his lanky self to the backseat, her grip on the leather seat tighten— preparing herself for whats to come. She felt the grip on her waist as Matthew yanked up her skirt and then push her panties to the side before pushing his cock right into her dripping wet cunt, both of them moaning loudly, finally feeling the pleasure they’ve been teased out of each other.

Matthew didn’t spare her anytime to adjust to his impressive length as he immediately begins thrusting with a brutal pace, making sure to dug his nails onto her skin— leaving marks and indents.

“You love this don’t you? fucked in the backseat of your own car like a damn cheap whore.” He whispered harshly, causing her to buck against him— which resulted in quick violent slaps against her ass as he pound his cock into her like a maniac.

“Yours— yours Matthew, fuck.” She cried out, feeling the way his cock nudge her spot every time he thrusted inside making her mewls. Matthew yanked her hair back so Y/N’s back flushed against his front, slowing down his pace.

“You wanna cum baby? yeah?” He muttered darkly, his thrusts slowing down but pressing deeper that she could even feel it inside her tummy. Y/N tried to find the words but she just couldn’t, not when his cock is perfectly nudged against her spot so she cried out a loud yes instead and hoped that her boyfriend would give her mercy.

“Cum, go on..” She let out a confused moan, knowing that he usually don’t let her cum this easy, but paying no mind as she came around his cock, and screamed into the leather seat as Matthew released the grip on her hair.

He let her ride out her orgasm, and she was about to thank him and offered him a blowjob because she think she can’t take anymore pounding feeling overly overstimulated— yet that thought drowned as soon as his hips bucks up and continue to thrust her in a much faster and hard pace causing her to let out screams.

“No! n-no ah! Matthew! too much oh too much!”

“Shh, take it. You want to cum right? so you’ll keep on coming, baby go on.” He laughed against her ear as he keeps on thrusting, feeling himself got close. “N-please..”

“Cum again come on.” He hissed as he could feel the way her walls tightened so deliciously, encasing her velvet around his cock. The minute her screams went high pitched and her body violently shake, he knew she just came and that sent him to shoot heavy spurts inside of her, with heavy breathing and whispers, “Shit. You did so good baby, so so good, Y/N..”

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They both come down from their high slowly as Matthew pulled out of her, immediately pulling some tissues from her bag and wipe them both gently— trying not to cause any pain. “Shh it’s okay.. come here baby.” He said as he placed her on top of his lap after he cleaned them both.

“Hey.. I love you so much Y/N.” He whispered, fingers playing with her hair as she smiled against his sweaty neck and whisper a soft “I love you, Matthew. sorry for being a brat.” Which earned her a laugh from him,

“I still love you even if you’re being bratty. Just give me more reason to put you back in your place right princess?” He then move his fingertips to stroke her cheeks, feeling the flesh warmed up to his touch, as his thumb pressed against her lips.

She then opened her lips slowly, letting him push his thumb inside to let her suckle on it. Sometimes after a particularly rough sex like this or just generally when she’s trying to calm herself down, he would let her suck on his fingers. His girl surely has an oral fixation, but its also coping mechanism.

As he heard her breathing slow and even, he smiled— knowing she’s asleep. He waited for few more minutes before laying her on the back seat with a blanket covering her that he pulled out from the trunk, pressing one last kiss on her forehead before going back to the driver seat and then drive back home.

The day was perfect, and Matthew wouldn’t trade it with anything else.

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[daddyjackfrost]

i'm not sure if i have anyy suggestions that you'll want to write, but i'll send them in as they come to mind

so excited for your writing ^^ no pressure though, best of luck with your studies!!

y/n is studying (something difficult, maybe pre-med or med school?) and is feeling a little drained and self-doubtful. she gets up from her space to take a second and is reminded of a time she spent with <whichever haikyuu boy you'd like to write about>. they hadn't gotten to spend much time together as a result of their busy schedule, so the memory of this weekend is especially special to her. start flashback of fluff they had met for dinner, spent time together, cuddled and slept (not 18+) together. they both woke up early but opted to stay in bed together, content in eachother's company, making small talk, laughing softly, fluffy stuff. y/n had brought up her struggles to <haikyuu boy of choice> and he'd been there for her to confide in. she knows its her dream, but casually wonders if she isnt cut out for it. he actively listens, offering comforting touches, until she's finished and then helps her talk it out until she's back up in confidence. more fluffy morning end lashback of fluff y/n feels better having remembered <hq boy>'s pep talk and resumes her efforts.

yeesh, idk how long/short/detailed/vague suggestions are supposed to be, so sorry! 😅 i'll try to be more vague, if you'd like, in the future

hi!! omg u r SO cute i’m in love. anyways, i love your suggestion! it’s amazing. and don’t worry, the more detail the better!

for this request, i’ve chosen Daichi. because i’m a daichi whore i believe in daichi supremacy

Warnings: none :) fluff, daichi x f!reader

alright, anyways, enjoy!

You stared at the piles of paper on your bed. You couldn’t even begin to recall what the different colours of the paper meant. You were just glad you had written it down on your phone.

“This is ridiculous,” you whispered to yourself.

Your back was aching, your muscles were sore, and your eyes burned from the constant strain. You had a final coming up and it was killing you in more ways then one.

“Is this even worth it? I mean, really, what are the chances of me getting into med school?”

You groaned and fell back on your pillow. You dragged your hands down your face. You had been spiraling down a tunnel of self-doubt and it was affecting you. You had begun talking to yourself even more than usual, especially since you cut contact from everyone for a couple of days.

Your phone chimed beside you and you turned your head to face it. You had promised yourself to turn it off, except you forgot.

Well, you didn’t forget, you just didn’t want too.

You picked it up and your eyes fell on the message that your boyfriend left you.

From: acab but not him🙄❣️

‘good evening, beautiful. make sure to eat something, yeah? and get some fresh air. you’ve got this babe, i believe in you❣️’

You smiled at the message. Unknowingly, a few small tears formed at the corners of your eyes. Daichi had a week long training camp that coincidentally aligned with your final. Now, Daichi was in Tokyo and you were cooped up in your room. 

Daichi had made it his job to send you texts almost every hour to remind you he loved you and to eat. You didn’t think you could love him even more.

Due to his own busy schedule, Daichi and you hadn’t been able to spend too much time together before he left. But you knew that as soon as you had taken the final, you were going to spent three days in his arms.

You sent a quick text back, telling him you loved him and that you were going to get something to eat now.

You slowly slid out of bed, making your bed and your bones make noise out of agony. Your knees cracked and you looked down. “Just break,” you prayed.

When nothing happened, you huffed out an annoyed breath and made your way to your kitchen. You and Daichi had moved into an apartment two years ago, and you loved every part of it. Your home was your baby.

As you walked, your eyes fell upon the black leather jacket that laid jumbled up on the couch. Your thoughts immediately flashed to the weekend, the last time you had seen Daichi.

It was Friday night, which meant date night for you and the police officer, and it was perfect.

You parked your car outside of the Miyagi Police Station, waiting for Daichi.

You stood outside, enjoying the light breeze. Daichi had texted you to give him a couple minutes. Today was Friday, which meant date night for you and your lover.

You heard some ruckus and lifted your head, meeting Daichi’s warm gaze. He had a large grin etched onto his face and you felt your own lips pull into a smile.

Daichi walked up to you and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Hello, darling.”

You brushed away the few dark locks that fell on his forehead. “Hello, officer.”

Daichi’s eyes slightly narrows at the use of the word. He absolutely loved and hated when you called him officer. It did things to him.

“Come, let’s go. I’m starving.”

You nodded and pulled away from him, walking to the drivers seat. Daichi always insisted you drive when you picked him up because he wanted to ‘get his full of you’ because he was at work. You never truly understood it, but you liked his heated stare on you so you never said anything.

You and Daichi ended up going to your favourite restaurant. You went here a lot, and were now on first name basis with the manager and half of the employees.

You and Daichi both ordered your regulars and ate peacefully, with some small talk here and there. A hungry Daichi usually resulted in a quiet Daichi.

After dinner, you drove to the park by your house to get some fresh air and to work off some of the food you just ate.

Late night walks with Daichi were your favourite little activities you did with him. Daichi loved late night walks with you too. He loved watching the moon glow on your skin as you stared adoringly at the stars.

Daichi held your hand in his, gently swinging them. He wore black jeans and his favourite grey shirt, with his black worn out leather jacket you had gotten him a couple of years ago.

You kept your eyes on him. His skin glistened in the moonlight and you found him as beautiful as the stars that twinkled above him, if not more.

“What’re you thinkin’ bout, love?”

You turned your head, finding it completely unfair that someone so beautiful stood next to you.

“You,” you mumbled truthfully.

“Is that so?” Daichi’s voice came out teasingly.

You let go of his hand and skipped forward until you stood a couple of feet away from him. You pointed at him and he stopped, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

“You, Sawa, are the love of my life.”

Daichi’s eyes widened slightly and a flush of pink now rested on his face. Daichi cleared his throat but couldn’t help the grin that had replaced his smile.

“And you’re mine.”

You grinned at him and then continued to walk until you reached the hill that overlooked your neighborhood. You crouched down, and then sat down, pulling your knees to your chest.

Daichi soon followed, except he sat behind you, and spread his legs so you were sitting between them. He pulled you close to your chest, until your back rested completely against his chest.

You tilted your head back, resting it on Daichi’s shoulder. One of Daichi’s large, warm, hands laid on your stomach, rubbing softly. The other was playing with your hair.

This is it, you thought. I’ll never love anyone the way I love him.

You looked up at the stars. You had always had a fascination with the balls of of heat and energy. When you were a child, your dream was to become a star. You’re not quite sure when that dream led you on the path of medicine, but it did.

Daichi stared at you. It didn’t matter that you two had been together for almost six years, Daichi could never get over how beautiful you were.

The way your hair glistened in the moonlight, the way your eyes twinkled, as if you held the stars in them yourselves. Daichi stared at you the way you stared at the stars.

With complete and utter adoration.

Daichi’s eyes landed on your hands. He watched as they slight shook, and how your tried to make them stop.

He frowned. Your hands only shook when your were stressed.

As swiftly as he could, Daichi grabbed your shaking hands and held them together, complete engulfing them in his own.

“You’re shaking, love. What’s the matter?”

You froze. Caught.

Even though you should have been calm, happy even, since you sat under the stars with your lover, the final that loomed over your shoulder had your nervous system in shambles.

Daichi’s thumbs rubbed the backs of your hands as he waited for your response.

“I’m just nervous,” you mumbled. You hated speaking about up-coming tests or finals. You always had really bad anxiety when it came to any form of testing, and Daichi knew that.

He knew everything about you.

“What about?”

You sighed and extended your legs. Daichi had a way with words. Even when he didn’t speak much, his presence and silence alone spoke tenfold.

“Nothing, really,” you let out an awkward laugh. “You know I’m always a little bit nervous.”

Daichi wanted to press on the matter. He wanted you to speak to him, he wanted to be able to share your stress. But he also knew that you would talk to him when you were ready.

Daichi pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Talk to me when you’re ready, love.”

You nodded. “I will.”

Daichi kissed the small space behind your earlobe. “Let’s go home, yeah?” You nodded, agreeing. Daichi stood up and then put out his hand for you. You grabbed it, and let him pull you up with ease.

You two began the journey home, reaching in a couple of minutes.

You and Daichi changed into your nightwear. You were wearing one of Daichi’s shirts, and he was just wearing grey sweatpants.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off his body, but managed to look away before he caught you.

Daichi slipped under the covers, and then lifted them. He patted his chest. “Come lay on me.”

You immediately obliged, jumping onto his chest, causing Daichi to let out a small grunt.

You let all your wait drop on Daichi’s body. Your head was in the crook of his neck, and your chest lay flat against his. You could feel his heartbeat against yours and it took you a moment to realize that both your hearts beat at the same time.

As one.

Daichi slid his left hand under your—his—shirt, rubbing your back. It was these moments he wanted to truly cherished. He knew you were stressed about the final that was coming up. He had put the date in his phone when you mentioned it.

Daichi realized that today had been the quietest days you two had had. But he didn’t mind. He loved everyday with you. The quiet, the loud, the hectic, and the crazy.

Daichi began to hum. He could feel the knots in your back, and he knew you should have a nice relaxing weekend before you began to study.

Before he knew it, Daichi heard your soft snores fill the air.

A wide smile broke out on his face. Daichi absolutely adored your sleeping face. All your worry lines disappeared and you looked the most at peace when you slept in his arms.

Daichi slightly pushed himself up. He wanted to be able to see your properly. His brown eyes softened at the sight of your hand against chest. You often called him a creep for staring at your sleeping face, but he always just shrugged it off.

After some time, Daichi found himself driting off to sleep, but not before he tightened his hold on you and kissed your forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

Hours later, your eyes fluttered open, but you immediately cringed and shut them again.

The sun was facing directly at you. You had forgotten to close your blinds.

You tried to adjust your posture, but immediately stopped when you heard a low rumble from Daichi. No, you felt it, and you froze at the vibrations.

“Don’t move, love.”

Daichi’s voice was low and husky, and slightly dry. You lifted your head and found yourself still laying on his chest. Daichi’s arms were securely wrapped around you, his eyes were shut.

The sound of his morning voice hit you right in the stomach and you couldn’t help but brush your fingers against his cheekbones.

Daichi’s eyes shot open. His dark brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything stopped.

You looked so beautiful, Daichi thought.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

Daichi smiled at you and let his head drop back on the pillow. “It is a very good morning, indeed.”

You used your hands and slightly pushed yourself up, so you were now straddling Daichi’s waist. His eyes opened and landed on your nervous smile.

“What’s wrong?”

Daichi grabbed your hips and pushed himself up, so his back was against the headboard.

You now sat on his thighs, and his hold on you tightened a little bit.

You stared at the man in front of you. Even after having you sleep on him for hours, he still looked perfect. It pissed you off, especially since you knew you probably had some drool on your chin.

Daichi leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead. “Talk to me.”

You nodded and began to play with your fingers.

You couldn’t help but think of the final you had to take in a couple of days. It didn’t make sense, you thought. You had taken finals and tests before, but for some reason, the one you had in five days had disrupted your sleep and taken over your life.

“I’m so nervous for the final, Sawa. I feel like there’s a knot in my stomach and it keeps tightening. I can’t breathe.”

Daichi began to rub the skin above your hip with his fingers. He listened attentively. He was gonna let you talk first, getting everything off your chest.

“I know I always complain and then end up doing well, but what if this is the one I flunk? What if this is the one I end up failing? It’s so nerve wracking. I don’t even know if I wanna do this anymore.”

Daichi’s hands slipped under your shirt and he slowly began to massage your back and shoulder muscles. He wanted to offer you physical comfort.

He knew you were often a mess of nerves and anxiety a week before any test, and no matter how many times he assured you that you would do fine, you always ended up getting caught up in your head.

“I know it’s my dream. But at this point, dropping out sounds ideal. There’s enough doctors in the world, right? Maybe I should do something less nerve wracking.”

You sighed and closed your eyes. It felt nice to finally get your thoughts off your chest.

Daichi’s hands squeezed your hips in response. He hated hearing you talking yourself down. It made him feel so helpless, because for him, you were his everything. He had the upmost respect and belief in you.

“Y/n, love, from everyone in your life, you are the only one who doesn’t fully believe you can do this. I know medicine is a very hard and competitive occupation, but you know I believe in you. If anyone can power through this, it’s you.”

Tears had pooled in your eyes. Daichi had always been so good with words. You knew that Daichi had always been mature for his age, meaning his patience and abilityto comfort you was far better than anyone else’s.

His compassion and understanding was his greatest qualities. His calming aura always managed to break through all your walls. It was what made him such a good captain.

“What if I fail?”

You had mumbled your question, hoping he wouldn’t have caught it.

But he did.

Daichi leaned in and kissed your nose “You won’t. And if you do, then you fail. You shouldn’t be scared to fail, y/n. You should be scared to give up. If you fail, you can always take it again.”

You sighed and lightly nodded. Although you appreciated his words, you knew they would only comfort you for a day or two.

“Thank you, Sawa.”

You tried getting up from his lap, but Daichi had other plans. He grabbed your hips tightly and leaned in, kissing your lips.

You didn’t hesitate, you just began to kiss him back eagerly.

Daichi’s right hand slid up your back, pushing you into him.

Your lips moved together in sync, and you brought your hands to his hair, clutching the soft ends tightly.

Daichi slightly pulled away, only to gently kiss your lips again.

Before you could deepen it, he pulled away again.

“It’s not easy, y/n. But accomplishing your dream never is. You’re gonna do great, just like you always do. I believe in you, and it’s time you do as well.”

His words wrapped around your anxious thoughts and completely anguished them.

You nodded, your nose brushing his.

You closed your eyes and let your head drop on his shoulder. Daichi wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you flush against his chest.

You stayed in that position for hours.

You in Daichi’s lap, with his hands running up and down your back as he comforted you with his words of love and stories to keep your mind off everything.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to recall what exactly what exactly what you were doing.

As you recalled Daichi’s words, you let out a small breath.

He was right, you thought. You weren’t going to fail and you were going to be okay.

You grabbed the leather jacket, and slipped it on. It smelled of Daichi and it was exactly what you needed right now.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

As you made the noddles, you unknowingly smiled the whole time.

Thinking of Daichi had lifted your spirits and you felt better.

He loved you, and he believed in you, and for you, that was enough.

MAN, THIS SUCKS. I HAD TO RE-WRITE IT LIKE FOUR TIMES GODDAMN.

anyways, i absolutely love and adore daichi, and this is kinda eh😬 so forgive me. I’d been swarmed w work the past week and have no creative juices left.

i will write about this handsome man again.

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[huenjin]

2020 year end greetings.

disclaimer: this is going to be very long ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ), but that's how much gratitude i have and so much more of love.

2020. ah, this year was a very emotional journey for me and how i wish i could sing jessi's gucci all throughout. however, that was not the case. tumblr helped me run away from all those irl miseries. these people made me feel at home.

this skz writing blog has been existing from the last few days of september and it came to life when i was losing motivation to write on my main (which i closed down because stray kids made me like writing back again) and it's stayed since then. you guys have stayed since then. grateful, a one hundred times and more.

so, this is rue, getting sappy and so much more thankful for everything i have and recieved with this blog. this is rue, asking you to accompany me for a little more and to listen to the stories i have to share. the is rue with heart full of nothing but love for each one of you.

to each one of my mutuals, for whom i pray to the stars to shower you with nothing but fortune —

@sinisterlyhan ♡ eiko, best thing i ever did was hit you up. how are you always so calm? or at least that's the tone i have in my head when i read your texts. it's so pleasant to talk to you. ily. and let me get started on your writing — you've heard this from me like every day but ma'am, you make magic. you lace stars together to form such a beautiful constellation of a writing and i fall in love a little more. thank you for inspiring me to always do better!

the hyunsung demon!au (whew!) — 01. 02. 03.

this hyunjin bad boy!au

@mochinnie ♡ isa, how i wish you handled yourself with a little more care. you're so fragile and delicate and i just want to protect you ?? so much ??? you're precious and one of the most beautiful people i have met. your characterisation is just perfect and god, i wish i could once write headcanons like you do. thank you for being my friend and for fangirling to me and for loving me. it means the world. psst, ily.

this seungmin fic

querencia | hh

@sparklemin ♡ nara!!!! big brain nara! god i love how your asks make my whole day and how you bring up different minho agendas in my head. you have my whole heart and i'm in love with you bye

girlfriend | bcn

hidden confession | bcn

@bearseungmin ♡ dawnie babie thank you for being such an enthusiast all the time while talking. you're so cheerful and happy and thank you for being this nice <33

beat it to the door | bcn

could listen to you read the dictionary | lfl

@chogiout ♡ yah, kira! sometimes i want to whack the back of your head like i whack my sister's, okay? it's the same kinda sibling love with you. fuck, not ever going to let you leave me. after all, my parents taught me to take responsibility of the stuff i rid innocence of. (lmao, sorry, bitch ily!!)

memoir | jyh

this youth of craziness | csn

@mikoto-ica-fics ♡ mi, bb! thank you for being so supportive. istg, if it weren't for you reblogging that one fic of mine, my fics would have never seen light to this day. it's easy to get lost in the tags hehe. and then i happen to text you and omg, aren't you the nicest ever? i love your story ideas, the way you write, the way you interact with people and thank you for talking to me. you make me want to be better.

entangled | lmh, hjs

power grab | hjs

@toffee-hwa ♡ ana! anaaaa~ you're so enthusiastic and supportive and fuck, i looooove ranting and fangirling to you! and the minute i know you're watching the same kdrama as i am, i just go like wheeeeeee— HAN SEOJUN!!! lmao, but thank you so much for talking to me, for listening and for caring! my romanian queen, you pretty human, you're the best!

yet, pt.i

yet, pt.ii

@chandisiacs ♡ yah, pav! must i drag you back to tumblr from twt? must i? i miss you. i really do and i can't wait to have your arse back here. thank you for being such a lively person to talk and hang out with, eee! and not at how you succeeded nano! inspirational! thank you x

thread of all your legendary aus

starboy | bcn

@unsaidhj ♡ you're so soft. and god i love you? and your aesthetics. it's a thing, ma'am. i existed to see your aesthetics lmao. and then i text you and you're so kind omg. i could never hate you so please, ma'am, stop telling me that in panic? huihui, ily and i hope you stay healthy. place yourself first, bb.

knife under my pillow | hhj

scammer, scammed | bcn

@sleepylixie ♡ yo, neighbor! you reminded me how small the world can actual get! love love talking to you about irl stuff because you can understand how messed up it is! and you're so kind, ah!!

in umbra

passion's abyss | lmh

@dreamyhan ♡ one of the few people i see on my dash and go like — hazeeeeeeeeel! you're just so nice, god. like if cotton candy was a person, it would be you, alright? and then there's your writing ability that skyrocket off the roofs because it is that good. thank you for being so supportive and nice to me! x

next time | bcn

in his arms | hjs

@itsapapisongo ♡ boy, my main man, javi!! your work was once my most favorite thing to listen to. loved how the mall worked and everything. and then there's how supportive you are like omg. if only i could explain the courage you give me. it's infinite. you make me feel infinite. also, #hardhours, right?

george of the jungle

swimming fool

@kabira ♡ typing the url down was even more romantic, manx. don't ever change this. love how strong and bold you are. love your opinions and love your writings even more. you're one of those few people who write like they mean every word from their heartstrings. thank you for providing us with stories to tell for eons. x (psst, ily so much!)

backstreet driving | hhj (that's the first skz fic i read because it was from you and not because it was skz and aren't i glad?)

sic semper tyrannis | lty

@dalknow ♡ the only other person on tumblr that i text religiously on discord. i love talking to you, bb. love getting personal with you. love how i can share absolutely anything. thank you for trusting me. thank you for listening to me. thank you for loving me. can't wait for you to put your stories back up on this acc. you're undefeatable and i know you'll have that known.

to each one of my anons, for whom i pray that you stay safe and healthy and most importantly, happy —

🧸 :: put you on the anon list because in my head you are that anon — my very first one and the one that lit up my whole world. it's kind of a very proud moment when someone wants to talk to you. you made me feel that. you made feel loved. and to see how well your blog is doing now, god, i feel like a proud mother.

🐠 :: my greek princess. the fact that i learnt more about breads from you than from my school makes me laugh hehe. you really did light up my world with every ask you sent me and had me unknowingly hope that you are happy in every minute. and now that i know who you are, i'm even more content because you're a mutual too now!

🍧 :: god, you have a special place in my heart, ice cream anon! maybe because you liked me more than my fic and followed me here even though you were an anon from my bts blog. fuck, if that didn't make my heart flutter, nothing ever will! (hush, your relationship is something i am still rooting for!!)

🦊 |🌹| 🥀 | 🛸 :: the way you guys keep checks if i'm staying hydrated and healthy. i am. and even when i wasn't, your asks made me go drink a cup of water ha! thank you for loving me x

tiktok anon :: ♡♡♡♡♡♡ yes idk what else to say to you but that i would give you a piece of my heart. your tiktok asks make my whole day. it's something i look forward too! thank you for always making my day!

and to my other anons, tagged or untagged :: thank you for sending me an ask. every single one, either telling me to stay happy or hydrated, or that my fic was great or that you're feeling extra horny that day (we've all been there!) i appreciate it and thank you for making me smile! x

to all the mutuals that i admire, look upto and wish we talked waaaay more, let's do it soon please! and to some mutuals that i just miss talking to! —

@nightshade-minho (ily! x nicest bean ever!!) :: @satanssmuts :: @lovebini :: @seraplantery :: @xiaojunssmile :: @chan-skz :: @chanluster :: @decembermoonskz :: @bangtantaegi (queen!!) :: @yunhozone (i miss you!!) :: @inkigayeo :: @vocalyunho

i hope each one of you stay happy, content and loved. my memory is pea sized and so i do pray that i haven't forgotten any! thank you for being my mutuals, for sharing laughter and talks with me for these months i've been here! i’m sorry if i missed anyone, but i seriously do appreciate everyone that i’ve ever talked to on here though! i hope to see you all next year and let's be happy together !!

with much love, x rue!