#but nope... he decided there was a problem where there wasn't one and now it's everyone elses problem too.

[leechqnsgirl]

‧₊˚✩彡‧ all the times I waited, for you to want me naked

-- you and heeseung have been dating for a while now, but he's never made any advances towards you. after tempting him numerous times and getting nothing, you confront him, wondering if the reason is because he doesn't find you attractive. but it's really just the opposite.

18+ | heeseung x fem!reader | wc: 5k | fluff, smut, confrontation scene | masterlist

warnings: language, reader has some slightly insecure thoughts, hee is down badd, kissing, making out, fingering, pussy eating, tiny handjob, piv, cumming inside

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you loved heeseung, truly.

however, you couldn't help but feel a bit...unwanted by him.

not in a drag-around way. but more like he didn't have a desire or a need to have your body.

the two of you made out, sure, but even when you would, he'd be quick to end it.

at first you thought maybe it was because you two were still early in your relationship. maybe he was just shy.

but then that beginning turned into five months and those five months quickly became eleven.

sure, he was a bit more touchy, a bit more open to you but he didn't ever seem like he craved you.

you groan over the phone with your friend, "I mean, am I the problem?" you got to a point where you had to talk to someone about it. because you weren't even just hurt anymore. you were confused too, more than ever.

"I doubt it." your friend stated. "y/n, have you even tried talking to him?" you bit your lip. "well...no?"

you could hear her sigh disappointingly. "then you might be the problem." she teased over the line, "again. I doubt it. if anything, he's so in love with you! I see it, okay. and in all honesty, I thought you two were already getting it on." you could practically visualize her leaning back into her chair as she says that.

you felt yourself get a bit flustered, closing your eyes as you took a breath in.

"I just don't know what to do now. like is this normal? your boyfriend wasn't like this right?"

she chuckled, "my boyfriend? he cant last a day without getting his dick wet." you groaned. "what is it gonna take for heeseung to be like that." you whined, lying down on your bed.

"look, I have an idea but I don't really know if it'll work."

--

It's been a week since the phone call with your friend. and her plan seemed absolutely ridiculous to you.

according to her, if you tempt heeseung enough, he'll eventually let go and have you.

did you believe that? not exactly.

there's already been a handful of situations between the two of you where any regular man would've fucked you right then and there. but heeseung? nope. it's like there's some sort of curse on you.

or at least that's how you like to put it.

you eventually gave in to trying your friend's idea.

your first attempt was during a movie night. heeseung had called you up saying how he found a movie you two should watch together.

usually you'd settle for one of his tees and some pajama pants. but this time, you wanted to switch out the shirt with a tight low cut tank top, and considering how the weather was changing, you could always say it was just too hot for a t-shirt.

oh, and you'd also decided to go braless.

it was around 8:30 when heeseung arrived at your place.

giving you a kiss on the cheek as he walked in, he asked if everything was ready for the movie.

when the two of you sat down together on the couch, you could tell he put a tiny distance between you and him. not on purpose surely...right?

you let out a quiet sigh, scooting over a bit to cuddle into his side. you had your head on his chest and a hand on his thigh.

it was probably ten minutes into the movie when you noticed he wasn't touching you at all.

either it's working right now or I just made him super uncomfortable... you thought to yourself.

about to call out his name, but you decided against it. instead grabbing the arm that he rested off the top of the couch behind you and placing it on you. leaving it so his hand was around your hip.

you could've sworn you heard his breathing pause.

you're taking this movie night as a success for your first attempt.

--

now for try two you wanted to go a bit more out of the box.

you and heeseung just came home from a dinner date. he took you out for a nice night drive then surprised you with a booked seat at a fancy diner.

he was sitting up against the headboard of your shared bed. you walked over to where he was, pulling your hair to the side. "hee, can you help me with my dress?" you asked, turning so your back was facing him. "sure, baby."

now, usually he'd do it for you and you'd go to change in the bathroom.

and maybe that was the problem. it was little habits of yours like this, that he could've take it as you were hiding yourself or you didn't feel ready around him.

that's not it, really. you were just never used to changing with someone else in the room. but tonight you realized, you don't mind if that someone else is him.

walking over to your drawer, you pull out a large shirt of his. your back still turned towards heeseung, because yes, you were still a bit nervous with this whole plan. you don't think you'd be able to do this facing him. not yet, at least.

you slip off your dress and pull the shirt over your head.

and again, you could've sworn you heard him make a small noise. something akin to a quiet gasp.

he had already changed into his comfortable clothes.

laying beside where he was sitting on the bed, you could visibly see him swallow down nothing. his throat felt dry. and he felt bugs in his legs, like he just had move. but he really didn't want to. he really really wanted to just be able to hold you tightly against him as you two fall asleep. but he's afraid something might interrupt the moment you two could be having.

"I'm tired, hee...are you gonna sleep soon?" he nods his head, "y-yeah..." he clears his throat, standing up.

"i'm gonna use the bathroom real fast."

furrowing your brows, you tilt your head. "okay...come back fast babe. I wanna sleep." you said innocently. knowing you meant it to be everything but.

he was there for ten minutes before you went over to the door. just as you were about to knock, you heard him mumble something along the lines of, "get it together..."

you had to cover your mouth from the giggle you wanted to let out.

did you always have an effect on him and never realized? or is it just because of tonight?

--

your third attempt was when you two went shopping.

you'd been complaining about how you needed new clothes to heeseung. so he agreed to take you out to the mall over the weekend.

only problem? you never told him what kind of clothes you needed to buy.

now again, it really was habits the two of you had built up that were to blame.

whenever you'd go shopping for your own undergarments, you never really invited heeseung into the store with you. but he never asked to come in either. so when you walk into the store, he'd say he'd go to another and see if he can get himself anything while you shop for your personal belongings.

but this time, when you two arrived in front of the store, you didn't let go of his hand that you were holding.

"heeseung, do you wanna come with me today?" you asked, unblinking as you looked up at him.

he brought a hand up to scratch behind his ear, a habit of his for when he was nervous or undecided.

"i-i don't know...I mean, do you need me to?" he sounded nervous. you suppose you're meant to take that as a good thing.

you hold his hand tighter. "all my friends say they do this with their boyfriends.." you said upsettingly, putting on a faux pout. you aren't fully faking your disappointment. you do want him to come inside, but if guilt tripping works. then hey, fake it till you make it...right?

you could see from the look in his eye that he was fighting with himself.

he sighed. "okay. fine. even though i've never met a guy who even goes into these stores with their girlfriends." he said under his breath, hand sweating in your hold.

the two of you walked in and the store was quite busy today. girls hoarding every corner and it seemed like all the changing booths were full.

making your way through the store to where you needed to be, you eyed a few couples in there together. nudging heeseung when you pointed at them.

"see baby, guys do tag along!" he gave you a strained smile, nodding slightly.

starting off at the perfume section, you went though many scents. spraying some on tester cards and some on your wrist or neck for him to smell.

soon enough you made your way over to the sleepwear and undergarments area. you grabbed a few, heeseung offered to hold them for you, while you told him that you wanted to make your way over to the fitting rooms.

heeseung handed you all the clothes you picked out with a red face. as you took them from him, you looked at him with a brow raised.

"um...hee?" he looked at you, croaking out a quiet, yeah?

"come in with me, I need your opinion on the stuff I picked." you could see his eyes visibly widen. he cleared his throat.

"y-you want me to join you?" he knew he probably looked like a tomato by now.

you nodded your head. "well I don't have another boyfriend, do i?" you teased, tugging him by his jacket sleeve into the fitting booth.

after locking the door to the room, you offered for him to take a seat on the stool inside.

you hung up all the pieces of clothes and sets you chose on the rack and began taking off your top.

you could practically feel him get tense before you saw it.

soon enough, you slid off your shoes and shorts that you were wearing. now leaving you in just your bra and panties.

you started with a dark red lingerie sleep dress that caught your eye earlier. it went to your mid thigh and had lace trimmings around the chest.

you turn around from facing the mirror to look at heeseung.

but he was already looking at you.

you waited a few seconds before calling his name, he was clearly not paying attention to your face. his eyes glued to your body.

"heeseung..? how is it?" now he looks into your eyes. his tongue shooting out to wet his lips.

"i-its um, you know, it's nice." he said, running a hand through his hair.

you roll your eyes. sighing before turning around to try on the next item.

you showed him a few more.

you could tell he was only getting more restless and maybe even more impatient by the minute.

it wasn't until you tried on the last set that you could tell he's really had enough.

it was a delicate three piece that consisted of a white bra, underwear and a sheer mesh cardigan that really didn't cover anything. not that it was meant to anyways.

by the time you turned to show him this set, he was facing the ground. his hands tried their best to cover his groin without attracting any attention to the fact that he was trying to hide his half hard cock. you, however, didn't catch this.

before you could ask your repetitive question of how does this one look? he suddenly stood up.

"does this store have a bathroom?" your eyes widened, because there was no way he just asked that.

"this is a lingerie store...why would they have a bathroom?" he sighed, reaching a hand into his pocket. "take my card, purchase whatever you want and I'll be back."

he left his card on the stool. and before you could even utter out the sound of a letter, he was out of the room.

left standing still in pure shock, you began undressing to put on your own clothes again.

did i do too much?

god, he probably thinks I'm a crazy person. you thought to yourself.

you slid his card into the back pocket of your pants, choosing only a few pieces from the many you picked out to buy, leaving the remaining ones in the room.

thankfully the line was short now, you quickly bought everything then made your way out the store.

you saw heeseung walking back towards the entrance of it. once he made it over to you, he took the shopping bag out of your hand and shoved the empty hand in his pocket.

fuck.

--

the whole car ride was quiet. tense.

and when you made it back to your apartment, he was saying something about how he wanted to take a shower.

before he could rush away, you call out for him.

you drop your purse on the ground, sighing loudly.

"you're impossible." he turns his body slightly to fully face you.

"what?" you shake your head. "you make no sense, heeseung." you pause before you continue, trying to collect the right words.

"I mean, eleven months heeseung. we've been together for eleven months." he brings a hand up to scratch his neck.

"what are you talking about?"

"you love me, right? you think i'm-i'm kind and funny and beautiful. right?" you felt your voice start to raise just the slightest.

"of course-" you dropped your hands to your sides dramatically.

"then why don't you want me? or even crave for me?" he paused when you said that. he could see your eyes gloss over a bit.

"everyone I know, heeseung, everyone has basically done it with their boyfriend already. and I'm not saying we have to do that to have a healthy relationship but I mean if you didn't wanna have sex then just tell me!" you take a moment to breathe.

"but I know you want to have sex. m-maybe not with me but I know you've had it before, with your exes. and I don't care about them right now. but, god, it's just killing me inside because," you had to calm down. you don't even know why you're getting so worked up. you've always felt this way, yeah, but, you usually just deal with it.

it seems like this time...you just can't.

"because it has me thinking I'm the problem." you see him open his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"what is it? am I just not attractive in that way? or hot? or d-do you have someone else?" you whispered out that sentence because even you knew that wasn't true. it was just your own thoughts that were eating you now. consuming you whole and leaving you a broken and crazed mess in front of your boyfriend.

the whole time heeseung was standing still, he didn't know what to say. did you really feel this way this whole time?

he shook his head. "never." he stepped closer to you. "there's never going to be someone else." he sighed.

how do i even explain this to her? he thought.

he sighed, "it's really embarrassing..." he said quietly.

"what?" you sniffled, furrowing your brows.

he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm. "it's not you, baby, I promise. a-and I had no idea you felt like this." you gave him a blank stare, wanting to hear what he'll say next.

"I'm a coward, y/n. I...I feel so much for you, in so many different ways I just, I don't know how to show it sometimes. and I get nervous. I get scared I won't be able to impress you or be what you deserve." he shifted his gaze from your eyes to the floor.

"you are the prettiest girl ever. really. I mean, no one I've ever met or dated makes me feel this way."

"and I don't wanna seem desperate or horny to you. the last thing I'd want is to make you think all I want from you is your body." now he moved right in front of you, holding both your hands in his.

"i'm obsessed with you, baby. the way you walk, the way you talk and smell and just exist." he presses a kiss to your lips, muttering a small apology. one you knew that its meaning was meant to be louder than its volume.

he lets go of your hands as he goes in for a second kiss. his own hands are everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

he wants to touch you. to feel you. but he doesn't want to move too fast.

getting impatient, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist.

breaking away from the kiss, you whispered into his ear, "touch me, heeseung. please."

his knees buckled at that, he had to physically bite back a moan. he moved one hand to the back your head with the other still on your waist. he pushed your head further against his. your hands tangled into his hair and neck, pulling at the hairs on the back of his head whenever he'd bite your lips.

yes, the two of you have made out before and its gotten heated. but this time? it felt so much hotter knowing that there isn't some sort of barrier between you two anymore. knowing that soon enough, he'll have you on your back moaning out his name.

he pulled away from the kiss, ushering the two of you to the bedroom.

he gently pushed you onto the bed, going back in for another kiss.

he moaned, the realization of everything finally dawning on him when he had you under him. all hot and bothered.

"heeseung," you called out to him, "what's wrong?"

he hadn't even realized that he froze for a good few seconds, but when he came back to you, he started trailing kisses down your neck.

"mm, nothing. sorry, baby." he mumbled in between kisses.

when he reached your collarbone, he tugged on the piece of fabric that was your shirt.

"can I...?" you nodded your head, voice too weak to speak right now.

and so with that, he gently pulled your shirt over your head. softly gasping at the sight of your upper body nearly bare.

his hands traced your sides, your stomach, everywhere.

he brought his kisses lower now, to the hem of your pants. this time he didn't ask you, he started slowly sliding your pants down. giving you time for if you suddenly changed your mind.

you never did. and he was so thankful for that.

he felt crazy. insane even. seeing you in just about nothing, only some pity pieces of clothing.

you were so beautiful, he couldn't believe he's never had you like this earlier.

but in the middle of everything, he can't help but feel that anxious and unsettling feeling arise again.

its not your fault, never. it's his and his busy minds'. its thoughts that occur like, if he's good enough for you, can he please you, and whatnot.

"mm, hee..." you squirmed shyly under his gaze.

his eyes quickly flew over to your face, he chuckled quietly. "'m sorry, baby."

heeseung works on his own clothing now, hastily ripping them off.

now, left only in his boxers, he drags a hand over to your clothed pussy.

fuck, he couldnt believe this.

he was touching you right now. him. not anyone else.

his finger presses down on your cunt, making your legs twitch just the slightest.

he starts rubbing small circles over your clit, his other hand gripping the sheets beneath you two.

god, he really wanted to just strip you naked and fuck you stupid. but no. he had to have patience, he didn't want your first time to be a quick fuck. he wanted to have time to get to know your body.

what you love, what you hate, what makes you wet.

he needed to know it all.

he hears you whine out a wait, pushing his hand away from you. he was confused at first, until he saw your slide off your panties.

"y-y/n?" you bit your lip, closing back your thighs.

"hee, I need you to touch me. please." and how could he refuse? with your eyes staring at him all wide, your brows furrowed and your lips chewed up.

your lips. gosh, your lips. he had to kiss you.

crawling up a bit, his lips meet yours. he groans into the kiss when you bring a hand up to his hair.

with your tongues clashing and heavy breathing audible in the room, heeseung brings one hand down and pushes your thighs open a bit.

you lay back on the bed, him still above you.

"baby, I'm gonna start with my hands okay?" he assures, eyes scattering all over your face.

a bit shaky, you nodded your head.

the way he pressed his fingers against your bare warmth made your mind hazy.

you bit your lip, a muffled moan coming from you. and when heeseung started rubbing you, you threw both your hands over your face. the shyness and slight insecurity of the way that you might look got the better of you.

heeseung pulled away from you. "h-huh?" you lowered your hands when you heard a whine from him.

"baby, please can I see you? I need to, I wanna see you come undone for me. please?" he was shameless with the way he begged, voice never even wavering.

and you felt the heat rise up to your face, eyes wide as you processed his words in your head.

his hands went to grab at your wrists. "just...relax."

again you nodded your head.

and just like that he went back again, but this time, his movements were a bit more restless. less patient.

he spreads your legs wider, wanting to get a better view.

his empty hand went to your still bra clad chest. he huffed at the feeling of this fabric under his hands.

getting the hint, you sat up a bit, bringing two shaky hands to take it off.

and he whimpered at the sight. he shut his eyes for a few seconds, letting out an unsteady breath.

he immediately brought his mouth over to your chest, pressing open mouth kisses around your tits but never touching your nipples.

you gasped at a sudden intruding but pleasurable feeling.

he finally stuck two fingers in you, and placed his mouth on your right tit. sucking it, running his tongue all over it as he kept a nice pace on your cunt.

"fuck!" you arched your back, shutting your eyes.

he continued this, switching from left to right but never moving his hand from your pussy.

"heeseung! heeseung, baby-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "im gonna c-cum, please baby." you tangled a hand into his hair, pushing him further into your chest. if that was even possible.

trembling thighs shut themself around his hand as you knocked your head back onto the pillows, moaning loudly as your orgasm hit you.

he groaned against your chest, trapped still by you in every way.

finally, he lifted his head from your chest, moving his fingers out of your cunt.

he looked you right in the eyes as he brought them to his mouth. groaning at the taste of you.

everything he was doing, these were the things he dreamed of doing to you.

still dazed, he doesn't even realize your hands cupping his clothed cock. his body jerks at your touch, a gasp leaving him.

"hee, can you take it off?" you asked shyly, hand still groping him.

he let out a shaky breath, nodding his head as he quickly tugged them down. throwing them somewhere on the floor along with the rest of your clothes.

your eyes widened, you never realized he was this big. if anything, you never really thought about his dick size despite the many fantasies you'd have about him pounding into you, making you go dumb.

you spit into your hand, stroking his cock slowly. you had to get a feel for it, you needed to know how he looked and felt. you needed to.

he moans at the contact, his hands balling into fists. if he didn't know any better, he would have shoved himself down your throat already. but no.

he had to be patient.

it wasn't until you kitten licked his tip that he gently pulled you off him.

"no." he breathed out. "fuck- no, im sorry baby." he says a bit kinder this time.

"i-if im gonna cum, i need it to be in you. I don't wanna cum anywhere else. nowhere else besides that cute cunt. okay?" he pushed you by the shoulder back to laying down.

his hands were shaking. because of nerves, impatientness, excitement. he didn't know.

before he lined himself up, he leaned down to your face. pressing his lips against yours.

his cock brushed against your entrance. he moaned at the feeling.

"oh, y/n." his brows furrowed, he almost looked like he was in pain, in the hottest way ever. "oh, baby, you have no idea. do y'know the amount of times i've had to get myself away from you? because if i didn't, i think i would’ve fucked you one too many times." he chuckles airily.

his tip teases you. "i can't even count how many nights i'd stay up, tugging at my fucking dick to the thought of you." he eases himself in, slowly.

"i'd get fucking hard at anything you do. it's so embarrassing, baby."

hes halfway in, biting back a groan.

"fuck, and when we would make out? the way you'd moan and whine into my mouth had me nearly creaming my pants."

he bottoms out now, throwing his head as his grip on your hips becomes bruising. but in the best way possible.

everything he was telling you had your eyes shutting tight and rolling back.

you never knew any of this. you never would've expected it.

he starts thrusting now, hips strained as he tries his best to go at an even pace.

"and f-for you to think i don't find you hot? or attractive? fuck, that i dont wanna have sex with y-you?" he whines quietly at the end, his hips speeding a bit.

"that made me feel like shit. the last thing i want is for you to think i don't want you." his thrusts kept the same pace but roughened up. slamming into you every so often.

"heeseung." you whimper. "heeseung, i'm sorry, im sorry, i should’ve t-told you." your eyes were getting watery, everything was getting to you.

the pleasure, the pain, the emotion.

he presses a kiss to your jaw. "shh, no, baby. don't be, okay?"

his grabs your hips closer to his now, quieting down as hes focusing on fucking into you, plummeting his hips as you scratched at the back of his shoulders.

you felt yourself get close, pleasureable tears pricking at your eyes.

you squeezed them shut, throwing your head back.

"y/n-" he breathes in deeply, "look at me, baby. c-can you look at me? i wanna-, fuck, i need to have your eyes on me." he groans, bringing a hand to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he moves it to face him. "I need to see you."

you moan at the feeling of his hands on you, your legs locking behind his back.

"c-cum." you softly whine out.

"what?" he's out of breath, sweat dripping from his temples. "cum. c-cum in me, hee, please. d-don't pull out."

fuck, you might actually kill him.

"you want me to cum in you?" he may have been talking to you, but you knew he was repeating the question to himself.

you nodded your head, bringing a hand to cup his left cheek. "mhm, baby, I love you. s-so much." your voice was shaky when you let out the words. and he felt weak from them alone.

your warm cunt, your beautiful sounds, your pretty face.

it was all you, you, you.

you were always in his mind. you never left it, to be honest.

"f-fuck! baby, I'm gonna cum." he moaned out, "cum with me, okay? please baby, I need to feel you cum with me..." heeseung kept rambling filthy nonsense into your ears, his whiny voice only bringing you closer.

and it wasn't until heeseung was whimpering out a pathetic repetitive mantra of I love you's that he finally came, with you following him.

he dropped his head onto your shoulder, broken sobs leaving his throat despite not a tear falling from his eyes.

it just felt that good to finally have you.

slowly, he pulled out of you. his sticky cum falling out of you a little bit. he groaned at the sight before flopping onto the bed beside you.

the two of you stayed quiet for a bit. catching your breath.

heeseung ran both his hands in his hair, moving it out of his face. you were stuck in your spot, too used up in the best way. too tired to move.

he turned his body sideways to face you.

"I was serious, y/n. I love you. and I'm so fucking sorry for making you feel that way. its never been like that. ever. I promise you, baby."

you smiled, reaching a hand out to rest on his face.

"it's okay. i'm just glad we were able to get through it."

heeseung nuzzled into your touch, breath coming out a bit shaky at your touch. he loved it, he loved the warmth that came with it. he loved it all.

heeseung stood up, grabbing his boxers off the floor as he walked out the room. saying how he was going to get you two some water and something to eat.

when he came back a few minutes later, he had more than just the food.

he had the shopping bag. the one that was full of your newly bought lingerie.

he tossed the bag on the bed by your feet.

"I'm gonna need to see these on you again so I can give you my real opinion."

you giggled, grabbing the glass of water he handed you.

"you sure you won't get all nervous again?"

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extra notes: so like half way into this i realized someone posted a fic with a really similar plot, i promise im not copying or anything and i tried to contact the writer but her account is down :\

again, full respect to her and her work and i did NOT plagerize. hope u enjoyed the fic :) ♡

[purplecoffee13]

Been in a nerdy H mood so maybe he’s got a crush on his co worker who is the complete opposite of him on the outside yet they both have so much in common! He’s not necessarily “smooth” but the reader finds it charming and sweet.

Ah yes, love me a nerdy Harry! Here you have it! I think it turned out cute, but I hope you like it as well!!

Wc: 1.7k

Warnings: none, just Harry being an awkward cutie!

It was a Monday morning. A dull prospect for anyone with an office job, but Harry found himself to be quite excited at the idea of strolling into the office this morning.

His big fat crush on one of his co-workers, Y/N, was the main instigator of that cheeriness that he brought into the office, along with a box of doughnuts for his fellow colleagues. And yes, it may also have been a ploy to talk to Y/N.

Harry wasn't the best at communicating. No, scratch that. Harry could be great at communicating... business plans. Feelings, however? Nope. Big disaster.

There were strings in his brain he'd need to pull to hold a good flirty conversation but they seemed to be just out of reach for him, which was quite unfortunate because it's not like he had his looks working against him.

Harry knew he wasn't ugly. Plenty of times, very beautiful women had come up to him. He often times was surprised with the beauty of these women approaching him. His mates always called him the 'most handsome one', and he did work out a lot to keep himself healthy. So yes, he could say he was well groomed.

And he'd hook up regularly. With women he'd meet at a crowded bar or a dark night club. Interactions that required little talking is where he strived. He got the standard dirty talk down, and since his confidence always skyrocketed in that department, it was the only kind of conversation he could hold. Then again, that might also be because the women he'll talk to are too fucked out of their mind to say anything.

Long story short, Harry was great, until he liked someone. So, instead of being able to come up with some witty comment to kickstart a conversation, he was now walking up to his work crush with a chocolate glazed donut.

Y/N was hunched over her work, tapping her pen against the paperwork that she seemed to be completely entranced by. Harry stopped right next to her, and was suddenly filled with a terror that made him want to crawl back into the hole he came from.

He didn't get the chance to do that, though, as Y/N looked up and met his eyes just as he decided he was going to turn back around. She smiled at the sight of him.

"Hi." She greeted with her soft voice.

"Hey." Harry breathed, his heart racing like maniac, and forgetting why he was here again until he spotted the donut in his hand. Right.

“I brought you a donut.” He stated, reaching it out to her. Her eyes fell to the food in his hand, and she chuckled as she took it from him.

“Thanks.” She said as she put it on her desk before looking back up at Harry, waiting for him to say something else.

Something else… what the fuck should he say?!

“Uh— well, I brought them for the entire office. But everyone’s grabbing at them so I figured I’d bring you one before they… ran out.” His ramble slowed down near the end of the sentence, only now realizing how stupid he was sounding. He was to kick himself in the head! Maybe it’d knock some conversational skills into him, jeez.

“Thanks Harry, I appreciate it.” Y/N tilted her head slightly, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. Fuck, how could she possibly look so hot and sweet at the same time?

“N— no problem… so I, uh I should probably—”

“Hey, did you end up watching that mini series I recommended?”

Harry’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected her to keep the conversation going for so long.

“Uh, yes actually.” He responded.

Y/N and Harry, despite it not seeming that way, had a shitload in common. They both loved the same books, movies and series. They were both obsessed with murder documentaries and they had a mutual fascination with women in jazz.

So when Y/N recommended this crazy documentary series about the Night Stalker last week, Harry immediately watched it when he got home. He stayed up until one to binge it entirely and was groggy the entire following day. But it was worth it.

In fact, every thing Y/N would rave about, he’d check out. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to understand her better, and since he didn’t know how to— well, you know, TALK to her, he took this weird route.

Y/N gasped happily. “Did you like it?!”

“It was horrifying.” Harry stated. “I loved it.”

Y/N’s face broke out into a wide smile, and she leaned over her desk to grab her phone before she got up to stand next to Harry.

“Oh, I also found this weird documentary about the titanic on YouTube. The quality isn’t very good, it’s like very old, but I’ve been wanting to watch it for ages and I couldn’t find it anywhere. It’s so interesting! They like— act it out and everything.”

Harry just stared at the excited woman next to him as she typed in all kinds of things on her phone. He only took his eyes off her when she showed the video.

“You should send it to me.” Harry said, already fascinated with the first 20 seconds she was showing him. He leaned in further, his body grazing against hers. When he felt her gaze on him, his cheeks turned pink. “Uh, via work-email, if you want—”

She let out a breathy laugh. “Or you could give me your number.”

Harry was sure he could’ve fainted. Oh my god, oh my god. He was properly freaking out, well, internally.

“Right, yes.” He said, sounding a bit absent from how shocked he was about her asking him his number. When he realized he must’ve not sounded too enthusiastic about it, he suddenly began reaching for his phone in his pocket. “Yes! Uhm, wait, let me unlock it.”

Y/N looked eager as he typed in his password, went to his contact app and handed the phone to her. She giggled as she typed in her number before giving the phone back.

“You’ll have to text me first.” She said, and he nodded, immediately going to the chat and sending a ‘hey’. He let himself sigh in relief at how good this was going for the short second her phone dinged and she was concentrated on putting Harry in her contacts. That went away the second Y/N pointed the camera of her phone to him.

“What are you doing?” Harry laughed nervously.

“Giving you a contact photo.”

“And you want to do that now?”

“No time like the present.” She peered from behind her phone. “Now, smile!”

Harry smiled, at her ridiculousness that was, but he smiled nonetheless. Y/N let out a happy squeal as she turned the phone around and showed the picture to Harry. He grinned at the picture, but inside he was freaking out a bit. Jesus, did he really look at her like that? She was going to figure out he was crushing on her if he kept staring at her like that. Stupid fool! Did he have to be so obvious.

“Beautiful.” She said so lowly it was almost a whisper as she put in the contact photo. Harry’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t fucking handle this anymore.

“Y/N.” He piped up before he could lose his nerve. Y/N hummed, looking up at her. “Would you like to go on a—”

“Styles! Stop chitchatting and get in here! The meeting is starting in three minutes!” Timmy, his co-worker cut off the question that Harry had been dying to ask for the past months.

“Shit. I have to go. Uh, have a good— I mean… erm, enjoy the donut.” He said and turned on his heels, racing to the meeting room. He was shouting profanities at himself in his mind. Fucking hell.

Enjoy your donut? Fool!

That was the only word he could think of that matched his personality well enough during the entire meeting. He didn’t catch any of what was said, but mindlessly nodded along anyway.

He sighed when he finally got back to his office and sat down in his chair. He whipped out his phone to put it on his desk, and his eyes flew to two unread messages from a number he hadn’t seen before. He unlocked his phone, and his stomach clenched at the sight of the messages.

Unknown Number

“Hi!”

“This is Y/N, by the way.”

Harry smiled, looking through his window to Y/N’s desk. It was how he noticed her in the first place. When she began working here, she was placed at that desk and Harry had received the luxury of being able to look at her beautiful face as many times a day as he wanted.

Harry

“Right, put you in my contacts.”

Harry wrote back, and suddenly felt a flash of boldness washing over him. Texting was easier, it wasn’t half as nerve wracking as standing in front of Y/N. He could think of his answers properly before saying them.

Harry

“I’m only missing a contact photo, though.”

A few minutes went by, and Harry was done starting up his laptop when his phone screen lit up again. He clicked on the message, and was met with a picture of Y/N.

It was a selfie of her with the donut he brought her this morning. She had placed the donut in front of her mouth, showing off her breathtaking eyes.

Y/N

“Will this one do?”

Fuck yes it did.

Harry

“It’s approved.”

He peered over at Y/N’s desk and noticed her smiling as she texted something back. His stomach fluttered. He was all giddy over this.

Y/N

“I have some bad news for you though.”

Harry looked up at Y/N again, frowning. When their eyes met, he noticed that she still had that playful grin on her face, which broke out in a mischievous laugh before she began typing again.

Y/N

“I’ve decided to revoke your access to the Titanic documentary.”

Harry bit his lip, excitement coursing through his veins.

Harry

“Now that’s just brutal. How am I supposed to watch it, then?”

Y/N

“How about Friday night, at my place? :)”

Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as he read the text. It knocked the wind out of him, and he had to remind himself how to breathe before even thinking of a response because he’d forgotten how to do it for a second.

He was so excited he could jump through a roof.

Harry

“That sounds like a very good solution :)”

If anyone is truly interested in that Titanic documentary, here ya go.

[tealvenetianmask]

What does Stolas think about Blitz stealing things?

He knows at very least that Blitz stole the grimoire from him when they met as adults. Jury's still out on the childhood interaction, but I think Stolas is smart enough that he must know-- at least somewhere in the back of his mind.

But one thing about utterly romanticizing someone, and having lots of time to build up a fantasy version of them without interacting much, is that you can ignore the things you'd rather not think about and pay attention to what makes your imagination soar. Stolas can think about the way Blitz touches him, about laughing together and how Blitz brought joy and hope into his life at times when he needed it the most. And if the circumstances were less than ideal? Well, he'd rather not think too hard about that- the other bits are what matter.

When Stolas first pitches the full moon deal to Blitz, he says he's been "allowing" Blitz to use the grimoire. It's a power play (you can only use it until I decide to take it back), but it's also a way to rewrite what happened between them.

In Sinsmas, living day to day with Blitz, experiencing his routine and habits and problems, Stolas can't as easily pretend that the . . . less shiny . . . aspects of who Blitz is don't exist.

So . . . I know this is played as a cute joke. And it totally is. But it's also a situation where Stolas has to knowingly be complicit in stealing something with Blitz. Something that he used to be able to ignore that Blitz did.

Stolas tries to play it off as "oh, people do this when they don't have money, right?"

And Blitz corrects him- Nope! This isn't a poor people thing. This is a Blitz thing. Your mischievous, scrappy, fantasy boyfriend does in fact steal things when it's convenient, and he enjoys it too.

It makes this moment at the end hit a bit differently, doesn't it?

Stolas doesn't say it warmly or with a smile. He comes off as a little judgmental in this moment actually.

Now there's obviously plenty else on Stolas's mind at this point, but I think that at least symbolically, this tells us that Stolas is starting to acknowledge and accept that life with Blitz is not a fantasy. That yes, Blitz steals things. And yes, Stolas knows under everything that Blitz came into his life by stealing from him.

And... well? He goes on to vent to Blitz about the all consuming worry that Via is gone from his life. He dances with Blitz after this, and Blitz is still able to make him laugh. There's plenty of hope for them, stealing and all. (They should probably talk about it at some point though.)

Anyway, it's an interesting bit of character development that wasn't front and center in the episode, but it's worth noticing.

[c4tluver02]

Maple Syrup Kisses

warnings: the use of "y/n" LOL but besides that none! flufffff :3

wk: 1k

summery: you and Steve have your first date and your first kiss. you truly are infatuated with him but its okay because Steve would argue he's even more infatuated with you.

When Steve asked you out on a date it was a no-brainer. How could you turn down such an amazing person like him? His big eyes, kind smile, perfect hair of course, he’s everything you need and more. Although now your room is a mess from how many outfits you tried on and you're sitting by the window trying to peek to see if he's here. It was your first date with him and you needed it to go perfect. 

Steve had also done his own stressing. Making sure his hair is sitting perfectly and nothing was out of place. Before you he had started to give up hope on finding “the one”. Was it him? Did he do something wrong? It was all starting to go to his head. Until he spotted you and simply couldn't resist saying hi. He can't believe now he's driving to your house to pick you up.

You finally see Steve pull into your driveway right at the time he said he'd pick you up. You take a look at yourself once more in the mirror double checking everything looks right. You then hear the knock on the door and walk over and open it.

“Hi pretty girl” Steve says looking at you with the world's biggest smile on his face. Thinking how you got all dolled up just for him. How did he get so lucky to go on a date with you?

“Hi Stevie.” You say in a more sincere tone, feeling the spotlight of Steve's look. “You look really pretty too.” 

Steve flushes as the complement. “Pretty huh?” He smiles, “Never been called pretty before” There is a quiet tone connected with his words. 

Your heart melts at his soft voice. You know a bit about Steve's past relationships, it breaks your heart he wasn't treated in the way he deserves. But now youre here and things will change. 

“Well you're extremely pretty so get used to it!” You say kissing his cheek and grabbing Steve's hand as he walks you to his car. 

You and Steve haven't had your first kiss yet, and well this is the first date after all. You'd secretly hope he decides to kiss you today. The excitement of it already erupts your belly in butterflies. 

Steve is all smiles, he wonders if he looks as happy as he feels. You start to look through his tapes trying to pick out some music as you drive to your destination. But you suddenly remember you dont even know where Steve is taking you.

“So are you gonna tell me where we are going?” You flash him your best puppy dog eyes in hopes of getting the information. 

“Nope, it's a surprise. But I know you’ll love it.” He says smiling devilishly, as he puts his hand on your thigh. 

You roll your eyes playfully at him finally deciding on Queen for your music. Despite it being the first date he’s yelling the lyrics and all you can do is fall into a pit off giggles. And although he's driving he just can't stop looking at you. Your laugh is the best sound he's ever heard and he only wants to hear it more. If him singing Queen at a crazy volume means he can see you laugh then he would do it all day no problem. 

Once you guys make it to the restaurant you immediately fall in love with the decor. It is very you and it makes your heart all fuzzy that Steve knows you this well already. You got waffles and Steve got pancakes but you both ended up sharing each other's food. It was crazy how smooth the conversation flowed. As if you two fit perfectly together. It was something Steve could only dream about. 

After a perfect meal and fighting with Steve about the bill, you losing that fight, Steve drives you back home. You are already planning your next date in your head. The ideas make you excited all over again for the next time you see him which will probably be very soon. Who could blame you? You just had an amazing date with an amazing person. How could you not be thinking about him more?

Once Steve pulled into your driveway you sighed, not wanting to get out of the car. The thought of just sitting in Steve's car and talking the day away sounded like a perfect date in itself. However, Steve has work tonight and you have homework. It was just gonna have to be the end of the night for you two. 

“I had an amazing time with you Steve. Thank you for all of this.” You say eyes burning with pure happiness.  

Steve smiled “Of course baby anytime. Maybe we can start planning for our next date, hm?” He says, unable to hold eye contact as he can't help but look at your lips.

“I would like that” You blush feeling our face immediately heat up at the pet name.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve says quickly, as if it's all one word and he simply couldn't wait to ask it. 

“Please do” It comes out rushed when you say it. Steve's lips are immediately on yours and it's like two puzzle pieces connecting. It is a perfect fit. 

You can't help but smile like an idiot and Steve notices making him laugh. 

“What? What's so funny?” You ask curious but unable to stop gleaming at what just happened. 

“You taste like maple syrup!” He says a laugh coming out with the sentence. You can't help but giggle with him. 

“I'll call you tonight after your shift? Then we can talk about our next date.” You say as your hands play with the hair on the nape of his neck. Steve's doe eyes look deeply into your own. 

“Okay baby.” It's simple. It comes out soft just like him and he's perfect. It's all you can think about, he's all you can think about. Completely infiltrating your brain. 

You finally let go of him about to get out of the car until he pulls your arm back a bit. 

“One more kiss?” He says almost pouting. As if the thought of you saying no to it would kill him right then and there. 

“Okay one more kiss.” It comes out silly and sweet as you kneel into the seat to kiss him.

When you pull back you decide it's probably time for you to go inside. “Thank you again Steve.”

“Thank you y/n” You're not sure what he's thanking you for, you haven't done much but you just smile at him. Something you feel you haven't stopped doing since he picked up. You walk up to your front door making sure to wave a final goodbye before going inside. He waved back just as enthusiastically if not more. 

You can't wait to start planning your next date but all Steve can think about is you calling him later tonight.

[stompedchild]

after the past few days i have a lot of thoughts about tr!ros and her lack of kingdom-to-kingdom communication so i'm putting them all together.

all of the below is /rp

so, Ros Roscumber. should be in the running for the Realm SMP's "how many things can one person have wrong with them?" competition, and desperately needs to start seeing a therapist not named Pangi or BadBoyHalo. She is plagued by approximately 10001 issues and i love her. She deals with loneliness, i'd argue social anxiety to some extent, being a people pleaser to a detriment to herself, at least 2 different guilt complexes, nonexistant self-worth that borders on being suicidal, and communication.

Communication is SO important in a place like The Realm where things change on a dime and significant events can happen daily. It's especially important if you're the Royal Architect who is ALSO dealing with about 10000 problems at any given moment. Roscumber has stated that she is not particularly good with phrasing, words, or memory. This does her no favors in being a good communicator, so surely to make up for that she'd frequently express if something's wrong to her faction right? Right??????

Nope! Roscumber has a horrific guilt complex around receiving help from her faction members. She cannot handle the thought of burdening or bothering other people, so she would rather try to be independent and work on things herself to not feel that guilt. Sometimes she'll cave and ask for resources, such as recently when she asked Sneeg to make her new boots (but only after she gathered netherite with Aimsey and Pangi, her friends, not faction members). But other times, such as her training with Clown as an example, she had to be asked to not eat sweet berries and Clown had to insist that it was okay for her to take some of his food.

If the guilt complex was the only issue than maybe Ros would be doing better, but there's another major communication barrier imo. I hesitate to refer to this as anything along the lines of "lacking a backbone" because i don't think that's it. Ros can stand up for herself, though that's typically through killing people who are kinda asking for it (harry, owen, badlinu) and feeling guilty over it afterwards. I want to say that she's passive to a fault but I'm not sure if that fully capture my thoughts. Regularly passive but passive to a fault with the King in particular? I'll figure out how I want to describe this character trait of Ros' eventually :3

When Roscumber left the Kingdom and was confronted by Sneeg, she confessed that she wasn't going to say anything if she wasn't asked. Maybe this says something about how readily her trust/faith and therefore ability to communicate gets shaken, but I think this is an example of her being passive to a fault. More recently she had a chat with Aimsey where she expressed feeling tired over having to constantly defend herself, which I think is a super important line from Ros. Because Ros has been messed with in some shape or form, somewhat consistently, since around the Hostile Faction joining and Mocha deciding to be her number 1 hater. Mocha dying didn't really save her either considering the recent actions of The Jester. At the end of the day, having to be on the defending end from so much shit from so many people for about 3 months now is undeniably exhausting and draining. So what does Roscumber to in response for this? She takes an even more passive approach than normal and simply takes the blows, especially the verbal ones, as they come.

But how does this tie into Kingdom communication? Roscumber's biggest and most active ally, Sneegsnag, is typically off doing his own thing 90% of the time. He is generally speaking out of the loop with a good chunk of things that happen on the server, but it's been noticable with Ros recently. The Jester is after her once again, and she feels as though Foolish is not taking her concerns seriously, and perhaps never thought of it as a big issue in the first place. Not to mention being terrified that Owen is winning him over to kick her out of the Kingdom. Her newfound friend Pangi is having troubles with Ilip, she's dealing with having to process what Owen's said to her, and she's organizing a ball on top of all that! Now, more than ever, she wants to be listened to by someone who can hear about Kingdom secrets without getting in trouble. And yet, she does not reach out for that help.

It's a mix of her tremendous guilt around receiving help from her faction members and not wanting to bother them, see "I fear Sneegsnag has done too much for me," - paraphrased line from Roscumber, but also lacking the will to call out for help, that concerning passivity. Instead of reaching out to her faction member, her teammate, her friend(!!!), she cannot bring herself to take the initial leap of writing /msg Sneegsnag, and will instead wait for one of her friends who is around spawn more frequently to notice that something is wrong and ask her about it. She wants help, she wants comfort, she wants to be listened to by someone she wants to trust, but in order for all of that to occur she first needs to ASK for that. She is instead passive, and waits for her woes to be noticed by those who see her often. She wants her mind to be read yet there's not a single person capable of that on the server. It does not help that she tends to constantly question her loyalties, she is worried about her words misconstruing the situation, and is worried that Sneegsnag's reaction to information will be negative. So with no other active Kingdom members to turn to in confidence, she confides to Aimsey and the Honey Badgers.

It is so cool that this is a solvable issue though! All that needs to happen is for Roscumber to ask Sneeg to talk, and she then needs to open up about her recent problems. Except she has expressed struggling to do that in the first place because of all of her many issues. Sneeg has expressed wanting to support Roscumber and wanting to hang out more, but because of this lack of communication it doesn't happen, and both parties are sad because there's no talking going on. It feels as though Ros is only able to open up when pushed to a breaking point, which is not healthy in the slightest. (not that she is doing that great anyways) Otherwise she will just Not Talk about her problems in fear of being a bother or receiving an unwanted (negative) response. Despite all of this I would like to believe that when the time comes for either Ros to reach out to Sneeg, or for him to inquire about something being wrong, Ros will be given what she has been looking for this past week.

[starkenobi]

Draw me like one of your french girls | Tony Stark x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; established relationship; fluff; flirty.

Summary: Tony was just curious about your new hobby. He wasn’t jealous that you chose Steve Rogers as your partner in crime for drawings and sketchbooks. Nope, not jealous at all. [same frosty universe of Dracarys! and Menace]

Tony wasn’t the type to feel jealous. Wanting attention, sure. Needing time just the two, hell yeah. But he wasn’t a jealous boyfriend. Nope. That wasn’t him at all. He liked to brag about how he didn’t need to worry, you were two adults in a safe and loving relationship. He knew that you’d never betray his trust and love, because it was the same for him.

That doesn’t mean he’s fine with being in the dark about your new hobby. It’s a bit childish, but why the hell Steve Rogers of all people knew and was part of it? And not him? Why were you leaving him out of it? Tony knew you’re taking drawing classes. He was smart enough to put two and two together. Sketchbooks, pencils, chalk, clothes stained with paint, and other items you carried up and down in your huge cute bag. It was like Steve had become your new best friend on the playground.

He misses you in the lab, messing around or just in the armchair he bought so you could read your books comfortably, you two coexisting silently together. Your armchair became a cute corner that stands out from the rest of his lab, there’s a fluffy rug to warm your feet, a small table to put your coffee cup and phone on, there’s even a mini bookshelf with your books and his too, and some scattered photographs with tiny iron mans toys you found it cute.

To the world you’re the incredible Frosty, someone who had a normal life that became a superhero after a medical accident. But for Tony you’re just damn cute. You had him wrapped around your fingers, he was completely in love with you. Even if you’re leaving him out of your new activities now. On a positive note, at least it wasn't Clint. The archer got into a lot of trouble in his free time, that wasn’t a healthy hobby.

As if it were a joke to fate, Tony found one of your sketchbooks on a quiet afternoon with no missions or problems of his own. At first he thought it was Steve’s, the man had a habit of forgetting things in the common area. But when he picked it up to return it, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a look.

The first few pages were drawings of flowers, then pages filled with half-finished drawings of Steve, an abandoned elaborated doodle of Natasha with Bucky, a detailed scene of Clint falling off the roof after using the wrong arrow, a doodle of Thor, Wanda, Pietro, Bruce, Sam, Phil, even Scott fucking Lang. It was already obvious to him that the sketchbook was yours, and with each new page without any trace of him, he felt his heart sink more and more. You even had a page with doodles of Fury with silly faces! Okay, now he was jealous.

He didn’t finish looking through the sketchbook. Leaving the offending object where he found it, Tony decided to hide in the lab. Childish, he knew, but he wasn't going to pick a fight with something that was clearly making you happy. Even if you didn’t want to draw him.

Steve got you a new sketchbook. A dark red thing with golden details. It was kinda pretty and a classy sketchbook. Tony hated it. Until you turned towards him, smiling that smile that lit up your whole face.

You stopped by the lab to give him a kiss and a huge mug of coffee, the sketchbook safely in your arm. You showed him the leather cover, explained how elegant the little crystal on the end of the cord that closed the sketchbook was instead of the regular button. You kissed him twice more before saying you were going to your last class. Damn it, he loved you so much. But hated those sketchbooks. After that one afternoon, he never touched one again. First and last time, curiosity killed the cat.

Tony created a small studio for you soon enough he understood you had a new hobby, with natural sunny light and every damn thing you could need. Yeah, there’s room enough for a small group of people, but he didn’t really go there, unless necessary. He was happy to make you happy. Your official little safe space. There was a huge shelf just for your sketchbooks too, going from one end of the wall to the other. It didn't take long for you to fill almost half of it.

During the six months of classes, you never talked much beyond the basics with him. Tony discreetly tried to get some information, not about your doodles, but about the classes and what you were learning. Your answers were always measured, unless you were talking to Steve. Tony caught a glimpse of your conversations, the two of you gesturing excitedly and pointing to a sketchbook. Ugh, he hated it. You always looked so cute.

It was unintentional and totally by accident, Tony had no intention of listening in on one of your conversations with someone else. But he thought everyone was already asleep when he decided to abandon the lab in exchange for food before finally going to sleep. It was close to two in the morning, but you were drinking tea with Natasha.

"I don't feel good enough for him, Tasha." Despite your serene appearance, you sounded tired, as if you had been talking about the subject for some time. “It's different with Steve, y’know? I feel like I'm going to be a disappointment to Tony.”

Natasha hummed. “You’re being too harsh. Stark just wants you to be happy.”

Tony stopped mid-step, his heart felt like it had been dropped into a bucket of ice water. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but what could he’ve done to make you say those words? He wanted to confront you right there, shake you and scream in your face how much he loved you.

“I’m not being harsh, I’m being realist!” You whisper shouted, a bit exasperated. “I've been trying to draw him, but nothing seems close to the perfection that he is!”

Time seemed to freeze with those words.

Oh.

He’s going to love you so hard and so intensely that you would forget your own name. Leaving behind his plans to eat something before bed, Tony was a man on a mission. Just to things in mind: love you so silly and prove you wrong. Damn, he didn’t deserve you (scratch that, he deserves you because he was made for loving you). Oh, damn it, he was one hundred percent sappy.

So, the next morning, Tony woke you up with an orgasm and breakfast in bed. He knew it was one of the quickest ways to get you a little more relaxed, and if he understood it right, you've been overly stressed. Silly, so damn silly. Ugh, he loved you so much.

“Sweetheart, I wanna tell you something.” Tony said, taking advantage of the fact that he had you in his arms to leave kisses on your shoulder and neck.

You sighed, body relaxing even more. “Yeah?”

Well, now it's time to rip off the band-aid. “Last night went to the kitchen to make a snack, but I found something more important there.”

Your body tensed, and you tried to get out of his arms. “What?”

“Shh.” Tony held you tighter, bringing you more to his lap until he was able to look you in the eyes. “Sweetheart, I honestly thought you didn't want to draw me. I was fucking jealous of capsicle.”

“What?” You said more exasperated, eyes going wide. “No, baby! That's not it!”

“Yeah, I know that now.” He giggled a bit, kissing the tip of your nose for good measure. “I have a proposition.”

Relaxing again, you gave him a tiny smile, already used to his antics. “Please, tell me.”

“I want you to draw me like one of your french girls.”

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[kanmom51]

Bringing back Only then

I've been missing Jikook so very much and watching song edits, cause why not, right?

And Only then, that is one that is on repeat for me.

JK's cover of this song is so damn good.

And I'm sitting there eating my breakfast (tmi of the day?) and watching the edit and reading the lyrics again and it just clicks in my brain.

Obviously those lyrics and JK's choice to cover the song and his unbelievably emotional singing that just draws you in is not something new. This song meant something to him, way back in 2018. Let's not forget that he released his cover for White day 2018, surprise surprise. Yeah, White day. We know what he was doing on White day 2023...

March 2018, following Jikook's Tokyo trip. March 2018, when members were rethinking if, what, where and how to continue as BTS, as artists.

This one wasn't written by him, but it sure meant A LOT to him!!!

Those lyrics.

They meant everything back then in 2018.

But now. In 2024. Looking back at the two of them, and even more so at the last 3 years, these words, they hit me like a freight train.

The lyrics.

Their past.

Their present.

Their future.

The way to love me isn’t hard Just hold me tight like you are now

We don’t know what will happen to us later But I like that nothing’s decided

Who cares what others say? We can’t live without each other, so what’s the problem? We can be more in love together

I can't...

These lines hit even harder now that we know what they went through in 2023 (well, part of what they went through, but we did see on live just how affected JK was), and to what lengths they went to not be separated during their military service.

But this isn't the end of it.

Because the next lines repeat that sentiment.

If you start to like someone else If I get used to not being with you When that time comes, when it’s that time Only then we can break up

And obviously, that ain't happening any time soon.

Nope, not happening...

Not at all.

Oh, and back to this again...

This song, it's lyrics, they just hit so hard.

The way to love you isn’t hard If I smile once more and care for you more

Clip credit to @ nuri  நூரி

The way we love isn’t hard If we look at each other like it’s the first time every time

Whether you want it or not, I’m going to hold onto you When I get too tired that I can’t even walk When that time comes, when it’s that time Only then we can break up Only then we can break up

Now I am definitley ugly crying. Bawling my eyes out.

I miss them so much.

😭😭

[naehja]

ok ok imagine (prompt svsss, free for adoption)

The ending is here. The wedding BingQiu is about to happen.

Except the system decides to be a bitch.

[User! Congratulation. Congratulation. Congratulation.]

"What?"

[You reach the more or less happy ending. \(^o^)/)

"more or less?"

[It could have been better User :/]

"so why do you want"

[You have succeeded to the quest. You did what you need to did]

"And?"

[You can return home now =)]

"WHAT?"

[I lied when i said you were dead in your world, to force you stay. Sorry User ^^" In fact only three hours have passed in your world, you have just passed out.]

"What do you mean?"

[You can return home. Horray \^o^/]

"But what will happen here?"

[The body will be given back to his rightful owner! =)]

"Wait…This scum will have everything i won?"

[So rude user >_< you have seen his past]

"but he doesn't love Binghe"

[The world doesn't turn around the protagonist.]

"he doesn't love Binghe"

[That's not my problem user!!]

"But i made a life here! I want to stay!"

[That body has never been your, User.]

"He killed Liu Qingge in the original"

[Nope :P He didn't]

"But the wedding. I want to stay here. Please."

[So user is happy to take the life of someone else?]

"And what about Airplane?"

[Author was here since the birth of his body, it has always been his body!]

"I refuse!!"

[Not my problem User! è_é]

"I don't want!"

[Fine user, then you'll not remember!]

And Shen Yuan wakes up in his old room, after have apparently passed out because he had eat bad food.

Meanwhile.

Shen Jiu wakes up. His memories are fuzzy. He panicks when he sees someone in his bed. REALLY panicks.

"Shizun?"

IT'S ONE OF HIS STUDENTS oOo?

LUO BINGHE (EWWW)?

Wait…Luo Binghe wasn't 14?

Everyone panicks because he has years of memories who vanished? He has some flashs but doesn't say it.

Binghe thinks that he wedding should still happen. "he will have his memories back at a point!"

Cang Qiong is like "NO? He doesn't remember being in love with you!"

Binghe tries to win over Shen Qingqiu again, brings back medicals things against amnesia, but the poor guy is kinda traumatized, doesn't feel safe in his home, feels dirty because he feels his body has been used against his will to do some...things…he runs to Liu Qingge and asks him "WTF is happening Shidi?"

Strangely he remembers saving Lu Qingge.

And thinks that Qingge = safety

Liu Qingge is really annoyed to see Shen Jiu being harceled like that.

Everyone remember that Shen Qingqiu seemed have changed after this QI deviation years ago, seemed to lose memories, and now he seems have those memories back but not the ones from the time where he was different?

so what if it was really a possession? But he could use his sword!

Binghe doesn't take it well. And all his attempts are not well receveid by Shen Jiu. Who doesn't feel safe with him.

At a point, a mysterious aterfact from demon world reveals that Shen Jiu's soul was "asleep" for all those years since this famous QI deviation. So that "something" take over for all this time. Something who knows things and used it to pretend being him.

Liu Qingge: I KNEW IT (wait it means that Shen QingQiu would have really saved me if it had been him?)

Yue Qingyuan: I'm sorry Luo Binghe but then…the wedding can't happen.

Binghe doesn't take it well. And tries a lot of thing. but Cang Qiong is now very protective of Shen Jiu. And whatever Binghe does, Shen Jiu stays the same. And becomes close of Liu Qingge.

Shang Qinghua:what the fuck system?

[Don't worry author, you'll stay in this world =)]

"it's not what i mean"

[Everyone deserves a happy ending]

"it's Binghe who will have not one now"

[we'll not always have what we want!]

Later

Shang Qinghua: my king, don't you think that Binghe became unstable?

Mobei-Jun: *sarcastic* ho REALLY? it's a fucking nightmare!

Shang Qinghua: Do you know about this plant who, when made into a certain potion, can turn someone into a baby while erasing all his memories? So they can start over a new life?

Mobei-Jun:

Mobei-Jun: interesting.

Few weeks later, Cang Qiong receives the new that Luo Binghe has been turned into a baby during a experiment.

Cang Qiong: WTF?

Shen Jiu: I fucking warn you, i'm not taking him as disciple AGAIN!

Liu Qingge: Yeah he stays away of our sect! (and of Shen Qingqiu)

Shang Qinghua: that was…weird!

[Author! Congratulation. Congratulation. Congratulation. Now that's a happy ending. Binghe can have a better childhood]

Shang Qinghua:

[That's your son, take your responsabilities!]

Shang Qinghua: Keeping him away of my scum son i guess :/ I can find him good parents. Mobei-jun can take care of him i guess. And what about Cumcumber bro?

[back in his world ^^]

"…Yes i knows that but..."

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Meet Cute? Meet Annoying.

Tommy Miller x Maria Miller

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Summary: Joel is an idiot and doesn't appriciate what he has with Tess. Tommy longs for it. Then along comes Maria...

Warnings:

Boston

Tommy wanted what Joel had. Not necessarily Tess, although fuck. He wouldn't complain... just look at her! It was more what she gave Joel.

Joel was always on edge. They both had to grow up young, but Joel more than him. He knew that. Joel was the one who protected him from their dad. Joel was the one who made sure he ate after their mom left and their dad worked long hours or passed out on the couch with a bottle of beer leaking onto the floor. Joel had Sarah young, his wife also leaving them early on.

Then Sarah died, and Joel singular focus was keeping Tommy alive. It was a suffocating sort of love, something Tommy resented but was unsure how to live without. He was a grown man, he could take care of himself, but it'd been him and Joel their whole lives.

Tess was the only time Joel let up. She had a way of turning his brain off, making him fall in line. Her guard dog, lurking just behind her on a tightleash. And Joel liked it. He was an idiot for not committing.

'I'd gladly let her tie me down' Tommy thought to himself late at night. The thin walls of their Boston apartment practically gave him front row seats to hearing them fuck. Tommy would liked to have said this was the first time he'd heard Joel fuck, but he'd been banging on their shared walls telling Joel to 'KEEP IT DOWN' since they were teenagers. Joel had no game, how did he keep getting women so easily?

Tommy couldn't complain, really. He could go out now and get some from a variety of men and women, but they couldn't give him what he wanted.

At his heart, Tommy was a sap. A lover boy. Non of the men here wanted a commited relationship. The women wanted someone to protect them. Don't get him wrong, Tommy had to problem protecting women; that's what wound him in jail outbreak day. If he had a wife, he'd protect her like Joel protects Tess, like he protects Tess too, but he wanted to be lead. He wanted to shut his mind off, to crawl on his hands and knees in front of a beautiful woman and give her everything she wanted because she tells him, directly, what to do.

He closed his eyes, hoping sleep could save him from how fucking loud Joel and Tess were.

Wyoming

This was it. He was dying. In the fucking snow of all places. He wasn't meant for the snow, he was a Texan, a Tejano. Some cruel twist of fate he felt snow on his neck right now. That was the worst part, but not the gunshot in him stomach (or lungs?) he wasn't sure. It was the fucking snow on his neck. Goddamn fireflies didn't think to send him with a scarf? If he could move his hands, it wouldn't be to try and stop the blood, it would be to lift up his collar and keep the snow out.

The sun was bright too. Reflected off the snow. When Tommy thought about dying, he thought he'd think of Joel, of their parents. He thought he'd think of seeing Sarah again.

Nope.

He was going to die annoyed.

Foot steps, the smell of horse. Great, the raiders decided to come back.

"Hey." A light tap on his face. "Open your eyes, stay awake." A woman's voice, hands on his stomach pressing down. "I NEED HELP! I need you to open your eyes, stay with me here."

"Too bright..." Tommy mumbled.

"What?"

"The sun... it's too bright. Pissing me off."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Eyes still closed, Tommy smiled and chuckled weakly, then passed out.

Jackson

When Tommy regained consciousness, the first thing he thought was 'thank fuck there's no snow'. Texas. he wanted to go back to Texas. He wasn't meant for the cold! How did he let Joel drag him to BOSTON?! He didn't even like the band. Always what Joel wanted.

He was done. Done with Joel, done with the fireflies, he was going back to Texas, he was gonna make some homestead at least a days travel from where they buried Sarah. NOTHING and NO ONE was going to keep him in this god forsaken-

He opened his eyes and he felt a hand on his forehead. And gyatdamn, if it wasn't the most beautiful fucking woman he'd seen in his life.

Tommy bit back the pain to sit himself up on his arm, giving her hos best smile. "Well hello there, beautiful."

The woman made a face, "You started bleeding again for that?"

That's when Tommy realized he was shirtless. He looked down, seeing fresh blood oozing his bandages. God he hoped he'd dressed the wound; he had a good body, if he were being honest.

Dizzy, he laid back back down on the med bed and felt where the bullet wound was before Mari smacked his hand away. "Would you quit it."

But she began to redress the wound.

"AHH!" A jolt of pain took him over, getting in the way of his game.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you try to flirt instead of rest."

"Did it... work..." He said through gritted teeth. as she patched him up.

The woman looked at him. "No. Now go back to sleep, pretty boy. Your safe here. We can talk in the morning"

Tommy wasn't sure if it was the blood loss or being called pretty boy, but he felt lightheaded as hell.

Maria

"I'll go check on him" Maria volunteered, a little to quickly, taking the paperwork from the actual doctor.

He eyed her. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I still gotta get him oriented anyway so, two birds with one stone" Maria didn't normally explain herself to anyone. She was acting suspicious and she knows it. Lying was one thing she was actually bad at.

"Sure..." But the doctor let her pass.

The idiot was back on his side, full body turned over, hand tucked under her head. Fuck, he was wide. And smiling like an idot.

"Thank god it was you coming in. Took a bit of a risk. I'd be embarrassed if it was the Doc finding me in a compromising position such as this."

Maria took a seat. "You're not embarrassed now?"

Tommy was easy to talk to. Usually, she only handled newcomers or people on their way through in passing. She wasn't sure if Tommy was going to stay or not, but she'd... taken a liking to him. He was an idiot, and she wished more than once she could just give him some chloroform to shut him up, but she still found herself in here with him more than she needed to be.

Despite sounding like a complete dumbass, over the last few visit's she'd actually found how competent he could be. He knew some basic medical care, showed knowledge of the land and a lot of survival know-how. Ex-military to. She hoped he'd stay.

For the community, she told herself.

Tommy at least was dressed this time. It was hard not to stare at his barrel chest when he was shirtless and in bandages.

"Sit up." She ordered, and he scrambled to do as she said. He was walking a little now, could go to the bathroom with only a little help. The wound was healing just as it should. "Where are you going after you leave here?"

His face fell, and he looked something like a kicked puppy. "Oh... I guess... well I thought since y'all're so kind fix'n me up, maybe I'd stay, but in some work..." He looked to Maria with hopeful eyes.

Tommy

He didn't wanna leave. He wanted to stay in Jackson, and he was pretty sure he was willing Maria over. She laughed with him now, not just at him. She teased him. She let him carry things for her when he just so happened to be outside just when she needed him. Okay he was a little bit of a stalker but it wasn't THAT big a town!

And, she just so conveniently was at construction areas a lot now. One of the guys commented Maria doesn't usually check in this much, so something was going right. And if she brought him a little sweet treat... he wasn't going to complain.

And if they spent many evenings at the tipsy bison laughing and drinking, so what?

Tommy stopped pretending he happened to be in the area whenever she was leaving her office and just started walking her home every day, carrying any books she had or supplies that needed to be moved. It was the daily routine, always followed the next morning with Tommy on her porch, rocking on the heels of his cowboy boots with with his hands behind his back.

He always smiled when she opened the door.

"OOF" Tommy dropped a box off at her porch.

"Thanks for carrying that for me."

"No.... problem..." He huffed and puffed and put his hands on his lower back. Fuck, he was aging. "Can't let no... pretty girl... waste... her time...."

Maria opened the door. "Get your ass inside. I'll make you some tea., rub that poor back of yours."

Tommy followed after her like a puppy, practically barking as he did.

He never slept in his own bed again.

***

Thanks to m beloved @pedge-page for inspiring me to write this!!! I just wanted to write some fun tommy and Maria!!

check out my masterlist for more tommy fun!!

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @miraclesabound @pedge-page @mani-pedro

[mal-wear]

Baby's first fanfic!?

This is STRICTLY A SFW BLOG/FIC!

This is a tkl fic btw..

-> Ler!Vagabond Lee!King

Ft: Captain... He's happy to be included, trust

Also! There is swearing in this. Also, I Headcannon the king as a chubby guy, lalalal I can't hear you..

'The Stolen Sword'

It wasn't a very normalized day for Vagabond, the swordsman hadn't been in a fight for awhile, mainly because nobody was bold enough to fight with him. That was, until today. Vagabond knew the player was approaching, because Captain had warned him. So, a good five waves before this all, Vagabond went to polish his sword. He believed that if his sword could reflect his face, it could reflect his power. He swiftly went to the stand where he kept most of his swords.

No....

No..that's not it..

Nope...

This went on until all the swords were off the stand

...

None of which were his beloved Cerulean Vengeance.

He didn't have much time left, so he decided to just ultimately crash the player's game. Which was NEVER supposed to be done, unless an emergency like this one happened. After all of which was said and done, he ran back to Chaos Canyon to ask his friend for help with his missing sword.

He quickly ran over to Captian, frantically signalling his situation to his friend.

"Avast! You be too quick, Matey!"

Captain's gruff voice stopped Vagabond in his tracks.

"Now, what is it yir' tryna tell me? slower this time, Savvy..."

Vagabond let out a huff, and began signalling his situation in a dumbed down sentence. Captain nodded along, finally understanding his situation.

"Aye, I see...I don't think I have any ideas where it ended up.."

Vagabond frowned.

"Avast, don't hang the jib..Have ye' asked any of yir' comrades?"

Vagabond shook his head, then got an idea..he was gonna go check with Jason and The King. He nodded in gratitude for the idea, and immediately dashed off, almost sweeping Captain off of his feet.

First, he backtracked to Crossroads. To see Jason...he wasn't sure if the voided man ever spoke, thankfully he was the same.

He quickly went over to the tall man, politely tapping his shoulder. He whipped around, thinking it was a player

"KI!"

Jason quickly regained his composure and looked annoyed. Vagabond bowed apologetically, and began signing his problem out again.

Jason tilted his head.

He didn't understand sign language.

Vagabond huffed, knowing that he'd never have the time to explain it through drawings or get Captain to explain it, he left. It's not like Jason would wanna ditch his beloved chainsaw for a heavy sword anyways.

He made his way to the Rocket Arena. But on the way, he quickly realized that The King was probably too short-witted to understand sign language as well..so on his way, he grabbed Captain . Who only accepted the journey because he wanted to stop at the bar on the way back for a nice beer.

The two arrived at the Arena, quickly spotting The King in his giant Mech suit. Captain walked over, shouting upwards to get his attention

"LASS! DOWN 'ERE!"

The King looked down at the two, and Stepped out of the suit

"What is it, mh?"

The King was surely not wanting to engage in any conversation with the two.

"Vagabond 'ere wants to know where his beloved Cutlass went"

The King smirked

"Well, what if I don't tell you? I don't take kindly to peasants like you anyways."

Vagabond quickly frowned, angrily. His fists shaking

"Lad, just give us the location n' we'll be on our way."

Captain could sense Vagabond's anger, trying to be reasonable with the greedy King.

"You peasants are nothing without your precious weapons. I'll be gladly keeping them for my own usage.."

The King wasnt being reasonable..

Before anyone could say anything else, Vagabond tackled The King to the ground. Pinning both his hands above his head with one of his. And quickly straddling his waist.

"Off! Get it off! Argh!"

The King squirmed, obviously not enjoying any of this treatment..

Captain couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

"I'm gone' to the bar... Good luck, lass."

Captian walked away.. and Vagabond looked down at the king.

"You just gonna sit there!? This won't make me tell you anyth--"

He was cut off by the feeling of Vagabond's fingers gently jabbing into his ribs. The King let out a squeak. Quickly squirming

"Don't you dare! I'll have your head on a damn stic--kehehehehe!"

The King's threat was interrupted by the feeling of Vagabond's hand tickling his side. It didn't hurt, but it was hard enough to get him to weaken his muscles. Vagabond grinned to himself, continuing the attack

"Gah! Stahahap! Th-this isn't fahahahair!"

The King was giggling more and more.

Suddenly, Vagabond removed the hand grabbing both of The King's wrists, and began using that hand to also tickle his side.

"H-hEEHEHeheheahaha! Na-AH--ohoho!"

The King was too weak to push his arms away, any attempt at doing so was futile. Vagabond moved to his stomach, putting his hands under the chubby man's shirt. Quickly poking and prodding at his lower stomach. "F-FUCKHAHAHA! YO-YOU BIHIHIHTCH!"

The King's head was thrown backwards. He hated this feeling of not being able to do anything about his weakness to something so.... childish. Vagabond continued the onslaught. Grinning to himself. He suddenly moved to his armpits...

Oh god.

"AHAHAHA! NOHOT THEREHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAP! PLEHEHHEASE!"

The King let out a squeal equivalent to a dog whistle, his back arched, which just out him closer to Vagabond's hands.

"FIHIHINE! ILL- HEHAAHAH! ILL GIVE YOU TH-THEHE DAMN SWOHOHORD!"

Vagabond finally stopped. Leaving The King a wheezy, giggly mess on the ground.

"Fu-fuck...yohou...mmgh.."

The King groaned, weakly getting up. His legs slightly quivering from how out of breath he was.

The King weakly climbed up the mech, taking a good minute too even gain the strength to climb in general.

Finally, The King returned with the familiar casing of the sword. Vagabond eagerly took it, holding onto it like a lifeline. And as if on cue, Captain returned. Three beers in hand, he walked over to the two, handing them all a glass.

"How was it, lads?"

Vagabond nodded, as if saying 'good.'

The King didn't respond

"Aye..ya' look like an apple... almost matches ya' shirt."

The King looked away, covering his red face, embarrassed

"Fuck off.."

[lostintransist]

Hallo friendo!!! I'm back with more tattoo soulmate au stuff!!

No cap loving playing Horangi's shitty luck 💖

RAAARGH we did a first phase now onto the second phase soon 2.1/4

His luck was a terrible terrible thing, he should have known better. One bet turned into three, turned into six. Riding high, doing fantastic just as things always went. To good to be true, always the crumbling edge before the fall. And now- Here he sits, scowling as he's unmasked. Gear bet and lost. Hand over his crotch as he stares at the shit hand he has. He could manage it, he swears, maybe a pitiance from Lady Luck... If she wasn't such a conniving bitch.

A small brush across his back has him shouting and clutching his cards to his chest. Eyes wide staring at the small woman holding a tray with martinis and other cocktails. Squinting at the letting on his back before offering him a shy smile and setting a drink on the table next to him. Motioning to another man hunched over a table, cards bowed low and looking over his shoulder at him. A smirk on his lips, a wink before he turned back around laying his cards out. Several groans as people at his table cried out. A royal flush. The man quickly cashing out and flashing Horangi another smile, running a tongue over where the Korean's scars were on his face before sauntering off with languid steps.

His gaze flicked down to the drink and the keycard set underneath it. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a complete bust after all. Bolting up and after the man as he passed by the small woman, missing the familiar name mumbled between her and another employee.

Lady luck was only able to help those who didn't miss the obvious signs.

Soulmate Tattoo Part 2 found here.

A/N: I fought through the ADHD demons to deliver this one to you.

You roll your head from side to side as you wander down the halls watching for the signs that decorate the corners. This massive old building had been converted from a mansion for a single-family to a hotel sometime in the nineties by someone who wanted to keep the old charm of the building but in the process of cutting it open and running new veins for the old girl had created something closer to the Winchester Mansion than the stately building it must have originally been. They made a maze instead.

You had decided to travel in your off-season, trying to hit some of your bucket list cities. This would be the last one before you head home. You had hit museums and the cutest little coffee shop through a red door set among bricks that stretched the block.

Spotting your door you fish the RFID card from your pocket. The door opens at your touch, but not to a sight you could have ever imagined.

Two blinks is all you get before you are moving. A broad beast of a man with a neck tattoo marking him as a member of the local crime organization is choking someone to death on your bed. The carpet muffles the sound of your steps as you shift behind the man and taze him with the tool you keep on the belt of your pants. His back straightens as he lets out a squeal before passing out. Without a glance at the person who gasped for their precious air, you grab your backpack and return to the hall.

Retracing your steps you keep your pace as a door slams behind you with the sound of pounding feet coming closer.

“Ma’am!”

You flinch. You hated that you looked so feminine shaped still. Maybe you should start doing more makeup to give yourself the shadow of a beard since the binder didn’t seem to help others clock you as androgynous.

“Sir?”

Still not right and still not your problem. Noping your way out of situations has saved you more time than you could count using all of your knuckle creases on each hand combined.

“Hey, asshole!”

“What!?” You snap as you spin around. A tall man, Asian by the shape of his features, stares at you with both hands held out from his sides in a clear ‘what the fuck’ gesture. He’s attractive, and your type. Fuck. All the better to get out of here.

“You just saved my life and you’re walking away?”

You glanced side to side before back at him with your brows quirked.

“Obviously. If you have nothing else to add to this,” you flick your hand between your bodies, “I am going to go ask for a new room.”

His mouth pops open as his eyes bug out of his head slightly. All his muscles must be stealing the nutrients from his brain. Twisting on your heel you continue to the front desk.

The swish of fabric is the only warning as he runs up next to you, legs matching your pace.

“At least let me take you to dinner as a thank you.”

Pushy bastard.

Stopping abruptly, he takes two steps beyond you before turning back to look.

“Why is this something you are pushing? You don’t know me.”

“I know many people wouldn’t taze the mob to save a man they’ve never met.” He looks you over now, the loose fit of your shirt and the wide flare of the jeans that are too big for your body, only held up by the belt snug around your hips. “Let me treat you to dinner and then I’ll disappear from your life.”

“Do you even have any money if the mob is after you?” You question him as you start on the journey to find the front desk again.

He snorts, “They weren’t after me for owing them money.”

You send a glance at him without shifting your head.

“Okay so they might have been after me for money, but only this time. They are more pissed about the hit my team completed against a member of their group.”

“So, you’re a mercenary?” You keep the question casual as you start down the stairs.

“I am a member of a paramilitary group that takes contracts with governments all over the world,” he replied haughtily.

The noncommittal hum you let out seems to creep under his skin. Good, maybe if you burrow under his skin like scarabs then he might leave you be. Before either of you can pick up the conversation further the front desk appears, an oasis in this maze of a building.

A quick exchange of room keys and a new set of instructions has the man marked for death at your elbow turning and directing you out of the building. Once the bustle of people flowing around you eases the proximity of his heat you wrench your elbow from his long fingers. You walk against the flow of the crowd, keeping close to the buildings. He follows.

Outside of the building you have an easier time navigating. Working your way across the city you arrive at the last restaurant you wanted to try before jumping on a train tomorrow to head to a larger city with an airport.

With a nod and two fingers held aloft you are seated at a tiny table across from a man who upon further inspection is absolutely your type. Dark hair, sharp brows, and a nose that sat crookedly on his face. His thin lips were drawn down in a frown as he stared at you. To give yourself a moment to not look at him you tuck your backpack under your seat.

“Can I get your name?”

“No.”

He sighed and readjusted in his seat. His feet bracketed the legs of your chair as he leaned back in his own.

“Pronouns?”

You lifted a brow. He did not seem like someone who would care about that.

“They/them,” you watch him as you reply.

Nodding once he responded, “Know a few people like you.”

The server appears then, taking your orders and leaving water in their wake.

“What are you doing out here?” He questions you.

“Traveling.”

His left eye gives the slightest twitch. It was clear you were traveling, your accent marked you as a foreigner.

“You going to give anything to this conversation?” His eyes narrow.

“Nope.”

With a sigh through his nose, he settles in for a long meal.

It doesn’t take nearly as long as he expected, two bowls of soup appear after their waters do. You tuck into your meal. Unable to help it the wash of flavors over your tongue has your eyes drifting closed and a pleased hum escaping your throat. You pointedly do not look at your table mate when you come back to your senses.

Twenty minutes after you walk through the door, he is laying the local currency down on the table and walking you to the door, a hand at your back. You turn to snarl at him for taking liberties when you see alarm flick across his face as he is dragged backward by the collar. Something must have changed between your gaze meeting his and his meeting his attacker because the man fought like had been born to it. His shirt ripped sometime early in the short fight, fluttering around him as he moved.

Meals were ripped from tables and smashed into faces. The man, who you still haven’t learned his name, ended the fight with a punch that you could hear from across the small shop and a front kick that sent his attacker to the ground. He stood, breath heaving as he stared down at his attacker. You loudly moved up behind him catching sight of something that ripped your stomach into your ass.

There in orange between two tigers was a soulmate mark. A mark that listed your name, the name you had chosen yourself. Without too much thought you grip the back of what is left of his shirt and drag him from the shop before anyone else can think about calling the authorities or the owner kicks the two of you out.

When he is finally able to turn despite your hold on to the tatters of his shirt he stares down at you confused but keeps moving at the swift pace you set.

“What is your name?” You question him as you dog a woman walking her dog down the sidewalk.

“Horangi. Why?”

“And are you Korean by linage?”

He stops now, your arm jolting as it fights against the force of his strength.

“Why?”

You can’t see him moving without an answer this time.

Filling your lungs to the point your ribs expand as far as they can you blow the breath out slowly.

“The name on your back is my chosen name and it is a shade of orange that looks suspiciously like it matches the Korean lettering on my right calf.”

His mind moves slower in this than it did in the fight. You can see it shift through his mind layer by layer until he is stepping forward, replacing the torn shirt in your hand with one of his own and leading the way back to the hotel.

“I would very much like to see that mark of yours,” he grumbles back at you as you start to jog to keep pace.

Soulmates Part 1 | Masterlist

[amcoffey]

Feel Better

Trafalgar Law x chronically ill Reader

(It's a little bit of a "squint your eyes to see the romance" deal)

Summary:

You’ve never missed a dose. No matter what medicine you were on, you took it at the exact dosage and the exact time needed. This truly is no small feat. You have been on a lot of different medicines in the many years since your diagnosis. Pills, injections, IV infusions. It didn’t matter what it was: you never missed a dose. Well… Never until now. To think the only time you’ve ever missed a dose of your meds is because you got isekaied into One Piece. It sounds like a bad joke. Who is going to ever believe you? Note: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda. Not I, a lowly fanfiction writer, who is just using his characters to cope.

Word Count: 3,511

CW: Chronic illness, medical jargon, descriptions of pain

Other tags: hurt/comfort, angst, second person perspective, probably out of character Law (ya girl hasn't caught up yet. I'm in Wano)

You’ve never missed a dose. No matter what it was, you took it at the exact dosage and the exact time needed.

This truly is no small feat. In the years since you've been diagnosed you've been prescribed pills, injections, IV infusions... It's a lot to keep track of.

But you did. And no dose was ever missed.

Well… never until now. 

You tried ignore this simple fact as you sat in your uncomfortable seat in a sterile doctor office, a familiar environment to you. Your leg bounced uncontrollably as you looked down, away from the calculated gaze of the man in front of you.

“Can you please explain what happened?” He was quick to the point, there was no nonsense with him. He wanted to talk about what happened. 

And, to put it simply…

“I can’t.” You didn’t. 

A large part of you was hoping desperately that maybe if you prove you’re more trouble than you’re worth he’ll drop it. It's not like he could do anything anyways. Law’s eyes narrowed. 

“Can’t? Or won’t?” To your disappointment, he wasn’t giving up that easily. 

“Both actually.” You answered, defiance in your voice as you glared at him. “Can I go now?”

“Nope.” His steely eyes don’t leave yours as he sits forward in his chair. He links his hands together and rests them under his nose. “Not until you tell me what happened.”

“There’s nothing to say.” You lied. A tight sigh left his mouth in response.

“You cannot think I’d believe that given what happened.” 

“Nothing happened.” You insist as you stand from your chair, deciding that the conversation is over. Pain immediately shoots through your stomach that you do your best to ignore. It didn’t matter though because Law definitely noticed the wince.

“Anyways thanks for the talk captain! I’ll be seeing you!” You move to push past him but you're stopped when he sticks his arm in your way. 

“Sit down.” Law didn’t move an inch from his seat but effortlessly pushed you back in yours. “Where are you hurting?” 

“Umm… nowhere.” You were pushing his buttons, you knew you were. But you'd rather make the Surgeon of Death mad at you than discuss what he wanted. Law sighed as he shook his head. 

“You’re being stubborn,” You lowered your gaze to the ground. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. “Why can’t you just talk about it?” 

Why? It is a simple question really. Why can't you talk about it?

Because you were not in this situation. You couldn’t be! You were not about to talk about this with Trafagalar Law of all people. 

Because why would you tell him about it? You were in remission, you were fine. Whatever happened that got him so worked up was just… a fluke. 

It had to be. 

Because if it wasn't...

“Has this been an ongoing problem?" He speaks up again as he shifts forward. "Why haven’t you said anything about it?” 

“In my defense,” You sat back in your chair and sighed. You were looking everywhere but to him. “I didn’t think I’d be here for this long.” Your arms circle around your torso, a subtle throb still emanated from your stomach.

“Defense noted,” He states. "But you are here. And you have been for weeks." Given how uncooperative you’ve been, you expected him to start getting angry by now. This was Captain Trafalgar Law after all. Many on his own crew feared his wrath.

And yet, when you braved a look at him, you saw his gaze was much softer than you were expecting.

“You know, if you are hurting you happen to be with the best doctor around. I can help.” 

You scoff as you roll your eyes. That wasn’t the first time you’ve heard that. 

In fact, you heard those words the day you were teleported here. You had switched health insurance and had to change gastroenterologist. That day you had your first appointment with him. 

“I’m the best around.” He had reassured you. But when you started giving your medical history he cut you off. Just to tell you a bunch of basic information you already knew.

"Your condition is an autoimmune chronic disease. There is no cure."

As if you hadn't spent the last 10 years grappling with that fact.

When you got home from that appointment, you passed out. And ended up in the Grand Line. 

At first you thought the scariest part of showing up here was the fact you had no idea where ‘here’ was story wise. Back at home, you had just read about the Strawhats getting an SOS call that told them about a place called Punk Hazard. But that was as far as you had gotten. You had to order the next volume and wait for it to be delivered.

The ironic thing is it had probably arrived to your home by now.

But you were wrong to fear the characters and story. The actual scariest thing about being here was what you were dealing with right now: the sinking feeling that your life is over.

“Hey,” Law’s soft calling brought you back to reality. A reality you wanted nothing to do with. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, ok?” Your voice was smaller than you wanted it to be. He sighs and there’s some note of understanding in it. 

“Have you ever thought that maybe talking about it will make you feel better?” 

“It won’t.” You say with certainty. Then knowing he was going to have more questions you didn't want to answer you add “Talking about it won't cure me. All it'll do is reminds me it’s there.” 

“Oh really?” His voice is still soft but there’s some exasperation behind it. “And the debilitating abdominal pain you were in not 30 minutes ago doesn’t?” Well… He had a point. 

"I didn't say it was abdominal pain." You countered. It was the wrong thing to focus on, but it was something

"You didn't have to. I could tell." His lips quirk up in a victorious smirk. "Doctor. Remember?" You roll your eyes and return your attention to the floor.

"Can you just drop it?" The smirk he had on must have been wiped off by now but you didn't check. You just saw in your peripheral as he dragged his hand down his face.

"Come on! You were practically paralyzed." You winced, this time not in pain. But because of the truth his words held. "You wouldn’t move, wouldn’t talk. Your face got deathly pale and patchy. You keep pretending that’s nothing but that… that was not nothing.” 

Why do you even care? You bite back the question as your leg continues to bounce. It didn't matter why he cared. What mattered was he was right.

It's not nothing. It's everything. Everything wrong with me. The paralyzing pain… Mouth sores that’ll make eating impossible. Fatigue that makes me wish I wasn’t awake. Your arms started to tremble, your leg bouncing more and more without your knowing. Vomiting up my meals, the malnutrition. the depression... I can’t escape it.. It's all going to start again. I'm never going to live without it. I'm never going to live- More and more thoughts flood your head, capturing all your attention. You don't notice Law look at you in concern.

He opens his mouth to say your name but you don't hear it over the sound of you shooting out of your seat, knocking it to the floor.

“I need to go.” You rush to the door. I need to leave this room, this world, I need to go, I need to go back home before more damage is done!

 You don't think as your legs move on their own. They're rushing you out of the room. But before you can even get to the door, Law is there. He has a hand on it, preventing you from leaving. 

“Hey-” He tried to reason with you but you weren’t having it. 

“No, please just stop.” You were shaking at this point. He can't help you.

Pain crept back into your guts, wringing them out, filling you with dread. You can feel your face grow paler, accompanied by patches of hot skin.

This can't be happening! “I-I need to leave.” 

“No.” Law’s gaze hardened as did his voice. His eyes scan your appearance, studying you. You hate it.

"Stop looking at me!" Your hands fly to your face, covering yourself in shame.

“You need to tell me what’s wrong with you!”

“What’s wrong is that fact that it took me 3 years to finally get a handle on my last flare up!" Panicked words were bubbling up faster than you could suppress them. "And now all that work was for nothing because I’m relapsing!”

And there it was, the truth you didn't want to accept. The monster under your bed. You were relapsing.

Your hands fall to your side, tears streaked down your face. The pain was unbearable and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You were so happy and so healthy for the first time in so long. This couldn’t end. This couldn’t be the end!

“Let me help you.” Law insisted. His hands brush against your elbows and you snap backwards.

“You can’t-” 

“How do you know that?”

"No one can help me."

"Oh come on!" He had been doing a remarkable job holding back his emotions but they were starting to spill out too. “You won’t even let me try?!”

“You think you're the first person who wanted to try and fix me?!” You looked at him, actually, for the first time since you entered this room. But the tears in your eyes made if hard to see him. “I got worse with my last doctor! And talking about all of this just reminds me of all the hell that is awaiting me because I've skipped too many doses!” Your body wracks hysterically. You lean again the wall to help you stand as pain ravages your guts. You don’t notice how Law is in front of you again until he gently grabs your hands. He lets them tremble in his.

You can't find it in yourself to stop. “For 3 years nothing worked and now I have something that works and it is about to be ruined because I’m missing too many doses because I’m in One Piece." You cry. "If I m-miss too many doses I'll build an i-immunity to it and it won't work. The best thing I can do for myself is go home! I hav- I have to…”

Finally, after holding all it in for so long, you break down into incoherent sobs. Law lowers your head onto his shoulder as you sob uncontrollably. He doesn't say anything. He just holds you against him, supporting you with everything he's got.

"I nee-need to go h-home."

"I know."

"But I don't k-know how." You hunch inwards, crying even harder as your insides twist in agony.

You barely feel Law wrap his other arm around your lower back, pulling you in more. "I know." His own voice sounds broken.

Gas keeps producing in your intestines, expanding them past their limits. You know from much too much experience that once it starts, you can't do anything to make them better. You just had to wait the pain out.

Pathetic wet cries come from your mouth as you wrap your arms around Law.

In the depths of your mind, only one thought is understandable: I'm so screwed.

…

It felt like an eternity before you to calmed down. The pain subsided after a while but you were still crying when it did. 

It didn’t matter to Law. He was patient. Neither of you move from your spots.

It's only when you let out a stuttered sigh that he moves to lift your head up. A gentle grasp on your chin has you tilting your head up for him. And a careful look told you he was studying your features again, looking for signs you were in pain. When he didn’t find any he exhaled a relieved sigh. 

You half expect him to spit some sort of sarcastic remark about how dramatic you’re being. But instead he asks: “Can we sit back down please?”

You nod weakly and let him guide you back to the chairs. When you sit down you don’t look at him. 

But you know he’s looking at you. He doesn't say anything. Maybe he didn't know what to say. You wouldn't blame him.

It was quiet for a long time. Just the sound of your hiccups and sniffles. 

Until finally… 

“I had a terminal illness when I was a kid.” He broke the silence. That caught your attention. Your eyes slid over to him, eyebrows knitted together in worry. “It didn’t really get bad until I was a teenager. But by the time I was 10 I knew I was going to die.” His gaze was heavy and his usually sardonic smile held so much sadness in it. “I can still remember the pain. I felt like my body would give out at any moment. Everything hurt.” As he spoke his hand drifted to his chest.

He continued. “I had come to terms with my death. But... there was someone who didn’t. And that someone saved me.” When he looks back at you his eyes brighten a little. He brings his hand to the back of your neck again and pulls you forward until your forehead rests on his. Your eyes are locked onto his, nothing could have torn your gaze away.

“I’m not giving up on you. I know you’ve felt it too, that your life is over before it could begin. It’s not. I promise you.” 

Your eyes widened and you felt a blush warm your face.

"...Really?" He nods against your forehead.

"Really."

“How.. how are you alive?” You couldn't help but ask. If his disease was that dire... He gives you a smirk. 

“I’m not lying when I tell you I’m a really good doctor.” You’re taken aback. “Is your illness terminal?” He asks and you feel his thumb draw circles on your neck. It's so calming you almost forget to answer his question.

“No, I don’t think so. I’ve never heard of anyone dying because of it.” You speak truthfully. “But it could ruin my intestines and cause them to stop working…And...” The tears start to return. Oh god… 

“It’s alright,” He whispers. “That’s not going to happen.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I’m going to help you. I thought that was obvious.” He laughs lightly. 

"Oh... right." For the first time since he first sat you down, you smile. Law's eyes softened and a faint smile reaches his lips.

“Do we…” You sniffed as another question popped up in your head. “Do we even have the same medical knowledge? O-or vocabulary?” He tilted his head against yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well... do you remember when I said I was from a whole 'nother dimension?”

A scoff escapes from his lips. “How can I forget?” 

“Yea so… doesn’t that mean we have different knowledge?” You leaned back out of his reach, raising your arms. “Our worlds have such different histories. That means we have different medical history right? What if I tell you and you don’t even understand?” 

“We’ll never know if you don’t tell me anything.” He gave a small smirk that was borderline infuriating. But you couldn't find it in yourself to be mad. You let out an exhausted sigh but nod. 

“...Ok. I’ll talk.” Law looks so relieved and happy, you would have thought you told him you knew where the One Piece was instead of this. He instantly got up from his chair and grabbed a notepad. When he sits down again you have his full attention. 

Here we go.

It takes some time to explain your situation. You tell him the name of your disease, the symptoms. You watch helplessly as Law writes down everything you’re saying. He has on the same concentrated look that he gets when he's discussing strategies and plots. It's a look you've grown to love.

“Are these episodes you’ve been having today normal?”

“Only when I’m flaring up. That’s the abdominal pain. It feels like extreme bloating. Like far more gas is being produced than can fit.” 

“I see... And how do you treat your condition?” 

With medicine that I am more than certain doesn’t exist here. “Every 14 days I take 80 mg over 0.8 ml of Humira or Adalimumab. It’s an injection that goes either into your thighs or your stomach.” As you recite the information you're painfully aware of how it had been since your last Humira shot. Law picks up on this but doesn’t state the obvious that you’ve been on his ship for over 6 weeks. Your leg starts bouncing again.

Law doesn't look up from his writing but says calmly "You have nothing to fear."

Your leg bounces less after hearing that. And his smile returns to his face.

When Law finishes writing you have to ask: “Did you understand anything that I said?”

“Pretty much. I mean your disease is called something else over here. But there is documentation about these symptoms in our world.” He smirked as he glances to you. “And you thought I wouldn't be able to be help.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. 

“Wait.." You pause, taking in his words. "You can actually help?”

“I’m pretty offended you thought I couldn’t. Do you really think so little of me?” Law scoffed. You shrugged. 

“I’ve gone through many doctors, captain. You aren’t the first person to act like you could be my savior.” He rolled his eyes and studied his notes again. 

“You mentioned not having control over your illness for 3 years. Was that when you were diagnosed?” 

For some reason that question startles you. “No, that was just when it last flared up. I've been diagnosed since I was a teenager.” Law looked like his heart dropped as he lifts his head up. 

“How old were you?

“13.” You try to answer as if this wasn’t the most tragic part of your story. Just barely a teenager and your whole life got turned upside down in the span of a day. 

You could remember lying in that hospital bed. Your doctor spoke to your parents, using terms he didn’t bother to define for you. 

"Their condition is an autoimmune chronic disease. There is no cure."

It took you a few years to truly understood what that meant.

“... I was 13 when I got rid of my illness.” Law softly spoke up. Your eyes found his.

“Really?”

“Yea.” He sighed heavily. “It’s insane to think that while I was curing myself of my condition, you were just getting yours.” There’s a distant look in his eyes. “But also… how you talk about this speaks to years of experience. I’ve never had a patient tell me their treatment plan in as much detail as you can.” You give a humorless laugh. 

“What a useless skill I have.” 

“Clearly not useless.” Law scoffs lightly. "And this disease. It's a problem with your immune system?"

"Yea. It gets confused and attacks healthy cells, mistaking them for unhealthy ones. I don't know the exact science of it."

“That's fine." He reassured you. "It sounds like you just need an immune system rewrite.” You lift your head up and look at him in confusion. 

“That feels excessive. To treat it I just need to block some of its functions so it doesn’t go out of control and attack everything.” You ignore the obvious that you don't know how that would work as you look at Law.

“I’m not talking about treatment.” He stands up and pats your head. “I’m talking about curing you.” The words pass through your ears and make you dizzy. 

Cure… me? I can be cured? 

Law starts to walk away, going to a desk and rummaging through it as you process those words.

"...Why?" You speak up as you gaze in his direction. He turns to look at you.

"Why what?"

"Why are you helping me? Is there a catch or something?" He looks a little perplexed, like he didn't know the answer himself. But in the end he just shrugs.

"It's nice having you on my crew. You can offer insight that no one else can, being from another universe and all."

It felt like there was more to it than that. But you don't push it.

“And you can do it? Just completely rewrite my immune system?” Law just smirked and lifted his eyebrows in a cocky manner. 

“You say our world is what… A series of comic books in your world?” 

“I mean that’s putting it mildly but yea.”

“How far did you get in those comics?” 

“Uh… Punk Hazard?” 

Law laughs lightly and looks at you. “You definitely don’t understand what I can do.” 

Author's Note:

My partner is convinced Law could fix me. So I wrote this. What a nice fantasy that is. Originally wrote this for ao3 but thought it might do well here. Hope you enjoyed this wildly out of character fic. It's my copium :]

[kiyomitakada]

Light likes to think he is an active person. An open-minded risk-taker, if one will. When he encounters a problem, he does not shy from the challenge but faces it square on. This is why he was a pleasure to have in class.

The first time Light is strangled asleep by the ghost of L Lawliet, he decides to put these skills into practice and raid Misa's sleeping pills.

Look, it's not like Misa keeps track of them. Light's usually the one who has to remind her to take her pills in the first place; she doesn't have any sort of refill schedule other than 'when they run out.' Taking just one won't hurt.

Still. He feels oddly guilty, shaking it out of the bottle, which is stupid for aforementioned reasons; the pill, at least, goes down as smoothly as a lie.

"Goodnight, darling," Misa mumbles, when he slides into bed at last, his throat bitter and tight.

"Night, Misa."

Light always sleeps on his back with his arms locked at his sides. He has nightmares, but not usually insomnia; he curbed that after the first week of using the Death Note. He closes his eyes and drowns with ease.

-

"Misa," he says the next morning, while dumping refrigerated salad into a bowl. He drinks coffee on weekdays like these. She drinks zero-sugar orange juice. Ryuk gets an apple.

Misa startles. "Yeah? What is it, Light?"

She's stopped wearing her pigtails recently. It's just too much effort to style her hair now that she's acting in more feature films, she says. These days it falls to her shoulders, straight and blonde. It makes Light a little sick to look at her.

"When you're falling asleep," he says. "Do you ever feel like something is crushing you?"

"Uh… no?" Misa tilts her head at him. "Why would I?"

"Some sleep conditions come with full-body paralysis and the sensation of weight. I was reading about it online yesterday." He wasn't.

"Hmm. Nope! Guess I have something else." Misa shrugs, grinning. "Thanks for looking it up for me."

"Sure," Light says. He wonders, briefly, if she's lying. No. Misa would never lie to him.

-

The pill, if anything, had dragged it out longer: the (lack of) screaming, the (lack of) thrashing, so on and so forth. But it occurs to Light, as he heads into the task force headquarters, that his nightmares are blurrier now. Usually the images last until at least lunch, possibly dinner if he has to use the voice changer for whatever reason; now he finds he can barely recall whether L's eyes crinkled at the edges or not when Light was feeding him cake.

This is, naturally, a relief. Light really hates his nightmares. He doesn't know why his brain insists on inventing a kind Ryuzaki, one who laughs at his jokes and returns his empty smiles and would not have killed him even if he saw Light in his entirety, which he didn't. Whoever that man is, he's an affront to the real L's memory.

Light snickers to himself in the empty elevator. Right, because he's doing such a great job carrying L's memory already.

Maybe the tradeoff is worth it, he thinks. He never wants to see L again, of course, but he'd take the real L over some facsimile in a heartbeat. At least L doesn't talk when he's strangling him.

-

"Where do humans go when they die?"

Ryuk snorts. "Midlife crisis, Light-o?"

"What? No. I'm only twenty." It had not occurred to Light that Ryuk would think he was asking about himself. 'Humans' had seemed like such an objective, distant word.

"Maybe heaven," Ryuk says. "Maybe hell. Maybe nowhere at all."

"With — equal probability?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Ryuk says. "Gimme another apple."

"No."

There is, obviously, no way that L has made it to heaven. So that rules one out. Actually Light is pretty sure this is a reskin of the Monty Hall game show problem, but he doesn't know what reward he's hoping for.

In any case, he's done his research by now. Sleep paralysis is a common condition that affects 8 to 50% of the population, a horrifically large range that should not still be tolerated by academia. The best treatments are cognitive behavioral therapy (which he doesn't need, since it's apparently centered around getting rid of fear of the paralysis), antidepressants (he's not depressed), and 'reassurance' (he is twenty years old).

In summary, this L is just as fake as Ryuzaki. Which Light knew already. Obviously.

It doesn't matter, though. It's better this way.

-

"—Light?"

Something is encircling his wrist. His left wrist. Light instinctively tries to reach for it, but he can't move, still — black-hole gaze and taxidermied butterflies and he needs to kill him, he needs to run —

"Light!"

And suddenly it all falls away. The person in front of him is blonde and soft and not any version of L at all.

He shoves her hand away. "Misa. What's wrong?"

"You were saying something," Misa says. "Over and over. It woke me up."

What is he supposed to say to that? 'Sorry'? "What was I saying?"

"…I don't know," Misa says. "Just gibberish, I guess."

Misa would never lie to him. He swallows the sudden acrid taste in his throat and his urge to scream at her for chasing L away. L will still be here tomorrow. It's fine. "Go back to sleep then."

"Okay!" Misa chirps, and flops down beside him.

Light checks his watch. It is still only fifteen past midnight. He must not have gotten very far into sleep.

He closes his eyes and tries to summon L again, not Ryuzaki with his oddly soft hair and dark brown eyes. L who is made of cruelty and vindictiveness and tricks. L who was never human in the first place.

He doesn't find him.

[ @deathnotetober day 25: ghost ]

(A/N: halfway through writing this i realized i might be drawing a lot of unconscious inspiration from telltale, which you should read right now because it’s gorgeous and it actually happened in canon i know because i was there. i don't think they are too similar but i just wanted it on the record if you're feeling deja vu that's probably why)

[mah-t-wordblog]

Hi there !!

Saw requests were open and decided to shoot my shot lol

Can I request either a Lee!Ranpo and Ler!Chuuya or Lee!Chuuya and Ler!Ranpo ??

Thanks ❤️

Ahhhh this is so fun! I was so exited to write some ler Rampo, and lee Chuuya? Perfect! 💛💛

Definitely ticklish

Lee: Chuuya Nakahara

Ler: Rampo Edogawa

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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SPOILERS

Fyodor, that monster, had put a deadly virus in the president of the ADA, everyone was desperate, and the only way to reverse the effect of the spell was to kill the president of the Port Mafia

But the problem was that the head of the Mafia was also infected by the virus, and the only way to save him was to kill the head of the agency

This was a nightmare

Rampo had already come up with the best possible plan, everyone had a role, and his role was to distract the most dangerous mafia executive

Chuuya Nakahara

The detective walked to the Mafia building, Chuuya was at the door already waiting for him

To summarize… there was no fight, Rampo just took the Poe’s book he had taken to “evaluate” and teleported himself, along with Chuuya, to the world of detective stories

“Hey? What the hell is this?” The redhead found himself in a dark room “where am I?”

Rampo appeared in front of him, sitting on the floor and smiling like a child who just got a bag of candy

“You’re inside one of my friend Edgar’s amazing novels~” Chuuya stretched out his hands trying to use his power “nope, you powers don't work here"

"I want to get out of here, get me the fuck out of here"

"No... if I get you out of here you'll mess up my plans" the man got up and disappeared into the darkness "I'm going to have some fun with you in here~"

Chuuya felt a shiver, Rampo looked scary, he had heard a lot about the man - apparently he was about 27 years old, and his quirk was incredible, super deduction, Dazai had already commented about him

Dazai had also said that if they met, Chuuya shouldn't worry, Rampo was very different from what he seemed

“Boo!” The detective appeared behind the other and squeezed his sides, making Chuuya jump forward and let out a startled scream.

“What the-?“

“Ohhhh~ are you ticklish Chuuya?~” Rampo smiled.

“Of course not.” he crossed his arms

“Typical of a ticklish person”

“Huh?”

Rampo walked over and started smiling “sweaty hands… flushed face… can’t even look at me straight… definitely ticklish”

“You’re crazy”

“Hehe~ I’m bored, Chuuya! Entertain me!”

Rampo jumped and threw the mafioso to the ground, starting to tickle his ribs

“Get the fuck off!”

“Nope, since I left Poe out of the book , you will entertain me!” Chuuya fought back his laughter, grabbed the detective's wrists and tried to throw him away, of course this would be much easier with his gravity manipulation, but this shitty world didn't allow him to use his powers

"Aren't you going to laugh? ~” Rampo teased “does it tickle, tickle, tickle?~ I was sure you were ticklish, now tell me, Chuuya, where is your weak spot”

The redhead began to kick, screaming as Rampo reached his upper ribs “I found it~”

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU”

“Ah~ but it’s so fun!”

Chuuya certainly hadn’t thought Rampo was like this, the man looked like he was 7 years old, a mischievous smile on his face and an absurd desire to do anything that would get him out of his boredom

Even if it was to tickle Chuuya, wasn't Rampo afraid of him? The Port Mafia executive? Terrifying powers, how was he not afraid of him?

But Chuuya had no time to think, Rampo was almost killing him

“You’re funny laughing, I’m sure Dazai must love seeing you like that”

“HEHEHE TOHOHOHOLD YOHOHOU?”

“No, I I figured it out on my own” Rampo stopped squeezing the man’s ribs to lightly scratch his belly “it was pretty obvious, and I’m pretty smart, hehe”

Chuuya rolled his eyes

“This situation is so~ stressful~” the detective raised his hands and clucked them from the other's armpits, making Chuuya laugh and completely give up holding back "just relax~"

"FUHUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF YOHOHOU- AHAHAHAHA"

"Why? This is going to be fun~"

Chuuya blushed, he certainly would never imagine himself in this situation

Especially with Rampo Edogawa, the self-proclaimed “best detective of Japan—no! The world!”

But what could he do now? He was lying on the ground, almost dying, Chuuya could only laugh right there

And take advantage of the situation to distract his brain a little from everything

“Hehe~ tickle, tickle~”

The mafioso raised his hand and showed the middle finger to the detective, who just laughed

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[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

I am going insane thinking about Forever and Philza for real for real. When I first saw them interacting I thought that getting atatched to these two would bring so much angst to lil old me but like they're one of the most solid friendships nowadays and it's so heartwarming to see that developing!

It's about how Forever saw Tallulah being attacked and killed right in front of him and the pain everyone went through when Bobby lost his last life and decided that no parent would go through that again. That his son would never be in that danger again.

It's about how they came suddenly into the island and quickly became an essencial part of everyone's life. I didn't follow Philza before but I can only imagine, like, there is that monster that is trying to kill your kids at any cost, just like the very island they were in. You couldn't trust the Federation and maybe you couldn't trust the others islanders too. Everything you had is your own strength and your intelligence and the determination to do anything you could to protect your kid, but in the end, the very act of fighting for their life could be the thing that kills them if in the heat of the battle they kids just get too close from your weapon.

That was the problem. And what could they do if not do their best to fight and get stronger and survive one more day?

Forever saw that. For me that is so crazy. He saw a problem that seemed like it didn't have a solution, like it was something that simply could not be helped and he just went 'nope' and made an entire system that took him hours and hours to not only protect his son, but the children of the entire island.

I just wonder if it was a breath of hope in the middle of that despair. I mean, of course everyone did a lot for the eggs, I could spend literal hours here describing how pretty much everyone in the island, in little or big ways, went out of their day/routine/plan to take care and spend time with their eggs, to wipe their tears or to just laugh and be silly together. This is also hope and this is also important. And the N.I.N.H.O? Bruh, it was the confirmation that even if the person wasn't good at fighting. Even if you weren't online. Even if someone was kilometers away from the fight, with just a button your kid would be safe and sound and far away from any attack.

And Forever gave that freely to everyone. I think that was The Moment to Philza. That crazy silly funny smart brazilian guy that followed him talking nonsense about love and an ex just saw all of their (and his too) pain and said "We're not going to go through that alone ever again."

The amount of care aaaaa. And now Philza gave him acesso to his base. To the place where his kids are and one of the places that he protects that most. And he never took it from Forever. NEVER. That is so crazy to me. I mean, picture with me:

That man is a full anarchist and not for a single moment he decided that Forever becoming the president is a reason to take him from his allow list. Not ever when he accepted the task from Cucorucho and everyone thought that he and the Federation were getting close.

Not even when Tallulah and Richas had that fight or during the entire Haply Pills Arc. !!!! Do you realize that! From the very first second that Philza decided to trust him he just Didn't Stop. Ever. Forever was going crazy smiling laughing and threatening everyone, refusing to listen about the eggs and he just said that Everything Would Be Okay, We're Going To Get Through This.

His enemy is the Federation and that blonde, crazy guy with a heart of gold is his friend, he is not going to steer away from his side. They flirt and make jokes and have serious conversations and Philza goes to him when he gets any important information and Forever asked about him every day since he woke up to thank him for not letting him alone. They could have the rockiest relationship ever but each time they see each other is so calm and fun and full of reassures that They Will Find The Eggs, Don't Worry, You Did Everything You Could.

Just. Them.

[that-basic-simp]

Nickname

Venture X GN! Reader (No mention of reader's pronouns) CW: N/A WC: 1.4k+

"Sloane Cameron," they stuck their hand out. "Nice to meet you!"

"N-Nice to meet you," I said and shook their hand.

What I wasn't expecting was for them to grab my hand with the other and shake it very vigorously.

"I'm so excited to have you on my team! Well, I don't really have a team. It's just me, but I think we can work things out!" they smiled widely, revealing a chipped tooth.

"I-I'm Y/N," I said, removing my hand from theirs. I felt like I was in a cartoon where someone shook my hand so hard they were shaking my entire body.

"You're going to be bunking with me! I'm sure Cap told you we are limited on space."

I nodded my head, "H-He mentioned something like that."

"It may be small, but if any of my things get in the way, please let me know. I am not really used to sharing a small space."

"Noted."

"Bit shy, aren't ya?"

"Could say that," I mumbled.

"You'll fit in nicely here," Sloane patted me on my back gently. "If you want, you can hold my ESR."

"ESR? Isn't it supposed to be ESA?"

Sloane pulled a rock from their pocket that had googly eyes and purple spikes as a mohawk.

"This is Rosetta! My pet rock! Or my ESR: emotional support rock! Here!"

They grabbed my hand and placed the small rock on the palm of my hand. I had to admit, it was cute that someone as bubbly as Sloane would have a pet rock.

"T-Thank you."

"Come on! I can show you to our bunk," they took my free hand and pulled me down the hall.

"Mind the mess," they chuckled nervously, bending down and grabbing a few things to clear a path.

"It's kind of...small," I said.

"Like a college dorm," Sloane said. "You can decide which bunk you want, top or bottom."

"I prefer the bottom, if that's alright."

"Nope! Not a problem! Let me just move some of my clothes from there," they said and they ran around the room trying to pick things up.

Once the bottom bunk was clear, I set my things down on the bed.

"I'll let you have some time to yourself," they smiled and walked out of the room.

I sat down on the bed and I couldn't help but eye at the things that were in the room. There was a small model of a dinosaur on their desk. A photo was sitting there and it was of, what I presumed, their family. I stood up to get the sheets onto my bed when I looked up and found theirs. I couldn't help but smile. Their sheets had dinosaurs on them. And there was even a little dinosaur plush sitting nicely on their pillow, that had a dinosaur skull on the cover.

Sloane was definitely an outgoing one. The door opened and I jumped, finding Sloane had walked in.

"Oh! I am so sorry," they said. "I hope I am not interrupting anything."

"N-No, y-you're fine."

"I just had to grab something real quick."

"S-Sloane?"

"Yeah?" they asked, still wandering around the room, trying to find what they were looking for.

"You seem to love dinosaurs," I said.

"Huh? Oh," they smiled, rubbing the back of their neck. "I-I do. I even have a tattoo of one."

They grabbed the end of the yellow shirt they were wearing, turning around. They raised it and I found it was like finding a skeleton in the dirt. It was the bones and its spine was making a 'C' shape.

"What dinosaur is it?"

"Velociraptor," they said. "I wanted to do a bigger one, but my back wasn't big enough for it."

"What other tattoos do you have?" I asked. "The ones that are being hidden."

"I have a geode on the left side of my stomach, a hammer and drill on my leg, and I think that's the only ones I have right now. Aside from the ones you can see," they gestured to the flame tattoo on their neck and it extending down to the middle of their biceps on both arms.

"Shit, where did I put it?"

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Rosetta. I know I had them somewhere."

I remembered I still had the rock when we walked into the bunk. I moved a few things over and found Rosetta on the bed. I grabbed it and handed the rock to them.

"Yes!" they reached out and grabbed the rock. "Thank you, Y/N," they pulled me into a hug.

"Oh!" they stepped back. "Sorry, I-I should have asked if that was ok."

"I-It's alright, Sloane."

"Cap needs you down in the main area. We're doing icebreakers tonight."

"Of course," I sighed.

"It's not that bad," they grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the main area.

The others who were there were sitting in a circle with the captain standing in the center of them. There were two empty chairs left and Sloane sat down in one and I sat beside them.

"Welcome, everyone. We're doing this tonight because we have a new recruit. Everyone knows everyone here, except for Y/N. Want to introduce yourself, Y/N?" the captain asked.

I let out a sigh. I always hated doing this. Thankfully, I didn't have to stand.

"I'm Y/N L/N. That's really all you need to know."

"What's something that you like?" Sloane asked, smiling.

"I enjoy what everyone else here enjoys: archeology."

"Do you have a favorite dinosaur? Or a favorite geode?" They were practically bouncing up and down in their chair.

I smiled, my nerves calming down as Sloane was the only one interested in getting to know me. I mean, everyone here already knew one another. I'm just a new person. The new recruit.

"Never really thought of those answers," I chuckled lightly.

"No worries," Sloane smiled.

"Hey, why don't you show Y/N what you can do, Sloane?" one of the guys asked.

"I literally have to get my drill to do that."

"You can show her when you come back," he winked.

"Oh, right, right," Sloane got up. "Hold Rosetta for me?"

"Uhm, sure," I said, taking the rock.

Sloane headed out of the room and I sat there, an awkward silence filling the room until I heard drilling noises.

"You're going to be the one to fix it, you know that?" the captain looked over at the guy who suggested this idea. Whatever this idea was.

"Yeah, yeah. Not like I have to do it almost every other month."

The drilling sounds got louder until a hole appeared, Sloane's head popping out.

"Surprise!" they smiled widely.

My smile grew bigger and I couldn't help but laugh. I stood up and admired the dig work.

"Whoa!"

Sloane crawled out of the hole and brushed the dirt off, "Sorry, captain. I'll help fix it later."

"It makes you unique, Sloane."

"You're like a mole," I chuckled.

"A mole? Huh, I never thought of that," Sloane smiled. "I like that. Mole."

"That's one is going to stick," the captain said.

"What do you mean?"

"We give each other nicknames so that if an intruder finds us, we can use our nicknames instead of our actual names. We've been trying to figure out Sloane's."

"What have you been calling them?" I asked.

"Rock eater," one said.

"Rock muncher."

"The one who eats rocks."

"I take it you like to eat rocks?" I smiled, lifting an eyebrow up.

"I can't help it when you're digging you sometimes get rocks in your mouth. Even if your mouth is closed," Sloane chuckled.

"Other than being like a mole, what else do you like to do?" I asked.

"I like to venture to the grandest of dig sites. See the world, see what artifacts there are. I want to experience it all."

"Huh, venture," I whispered.

"What?"

"Venture!" I snapped my fingers, pointing my index finger at them.

"Venture! I like the sound of that," Sloane said.

"Better than mole," the others agreed.

After we dispersed to get ready for tomorrow's dig, I walked back with Sloane to our bunk.

"You know, I really liked the mole nickname," they said.

"You do?"

"Yeah. It reminds me of like a pet name someone gives their significant other."

"I don't think a mole is a term of endearment," I chuckled.

"But people have been known to associate their partners with an animal of some sorts. I knew a couple where their animal associations were panda and bunny. And they'd go, 'I love you, panda,' or, 'What you did was cute, bunny.' You know?"

"I see where you're coming from now."

"I thought it was cute," they mumbled, some blush crawling onto their cheeks.

"Then I'll call you that when we're fooling around, alright?"

"Really?" they jumped a bit, a wide smile crawling on their face and their eyes appeared to be glowing.

I couldn't help but smile, my heart race. They were just so cute with every interaction I had with them.

"Of course, my mole."

They giggled silently, practically skipping down the hall to our shared bunk.