#life is too short/absurd to not have fun with it

[deviant-nomad]

"getting older has only made me more batshit feral in fandom. if I'm going to pay bills and get a full-time job and be responsible for keeping myself alive, then I'm going to use my free time to talk about how I want my fave fucked dumb and how"

[seaofreverie]

So I wanted to apply to the second level of studies at the university where I did my bachelors degree after a year long break and it was lowkey my only plan for the forseeable future (2 more years of studying until I have to start thinking again about what in the actual fuck I want to be doing with my life). And today I learn that despite me passing the final exam one year ago with 100% points and them saying on their website that results from last year will be taken into account during this year's recruitation for the second level... it turns out that no, you have to pass the exam THIS year, and those start in about two weeks from now. I emailed them about this because they were giving me some contradicting information to put it mildly and they tell me that ooops, sorry about that, that thing on our website was outdated. So, you're saying that you have chosen war.

[gothgoblinbabe]

She Wolf

A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!

Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!

Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)

divider credit here

“Are you ever gonna tell him?”

You looked up from your desk towards Ororo’s voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.

“God, I don’t know, ‘ro. I don’t think I should. It’s just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.”

You’d had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. You’d probably be considered best friends by now with how much time you’d spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic ‘tough guy’, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You weren’t exactly a seemingly ‘soft’ type either.

You’d spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. You’d been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldn’t live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought you’d find some ‘help’. You’d been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. You’d never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You weren’t an animal. You just had teeth like one.

Knowing you couldn’t lurk in town much longer, you’d hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that you’d met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now. 

“I think you're underestimating how he feels about you,” Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week. 

“I think you’re overestimating how he feels about me,” you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.

Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again. 

“Are you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?”

You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scott’s voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.

“Okay, Logan, you’re gonna be the dog,” Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand. 

He was definitely not as amused, “why do I have to be a damn dog?”

Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, “you’re the thimble.”

She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play. 

It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie. 

“I think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,” Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.

“And what we have, obviously,” Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.

“Gross,” Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer he’d hidden in the back of the fridge.

“I think someone is jealous,” Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.

“Of having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,” he scoffed.

As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasn’t a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.

Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.

“You don’t seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think you’d be cute together,” she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.

“Nah, definitely not my type of girl.”

It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You couldn’t take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyone’s gaze. 

Definitely not my type of girl. 

“I think I should head to bed, it’s getting late,” you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs. 

“What the hell was that?” Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.

“That was so mean,” Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.

“I didn’t mean to be,” Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, “…do you think she’s mad at me?”

“Probably more hurt than mad,” Jean said honestly. 

“Shit,” he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, “what do I say?”

“Not that,” Marie replied, “why did you even say that anyway? You could’ve just said no.”

“I think you like her and you’re being mean so that she wont like you back because you’re afraid,” Ororo said after a moment of silence. 

Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.

“Am I that easy to read?” His voice was muffled through his hands.

The rest of them couldn’t help exchanging knowing smiles.

“So you finally admit it,huh? You’ve got a crush,” Scott teased.

Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, “you shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Jean whispered to her boyfriend.

“Talk to her when you see her tomorrow. We’re not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you can’t accept your own,” Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.

“Do you think she’s even gonna talk to me?”

“Only one way to find out.”

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Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.

It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers. 

Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.

“Have you guys seen her? I’ve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.”

“Can’t really blame her,” Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed. 

“She’s in her room,” Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, “she went up before dinner, said she wasn’t hungry.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair, “she’s skipping dinner now too, great.”

“Go talk to her!” She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing. 

“You can’t avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.”

Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.

Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot you’d leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like you’d gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.

“She’s in her room, she went up before dinner,” Ororo answered.

“No, she’s not. And her purse is gone.”

Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.

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Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybody’s phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m afraid you all have your work cut out for you,” he replied, finally opening his eyes.

“So, where is she?” Ororo asked, worry in her voice. 

“There is a club called The Nightcrawler - “ Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently. 

“Club? What, like a book club?” He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable. 

“Maybe we should just let her have fun,” Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.

Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. You’d spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasn’t sweatpants and a hoodie. You’d settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that you’d bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you weren’t Logan’s ‘type of girl’, you sure as hell were somebody’s. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more. 

“I feel ridiculous,” you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. That’s how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.

“Hey, you wanna dance?”

He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didn’t look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne. 

“Sure, why not?”

As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“Ironic,” you muttered under the music.

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Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.

“Logan, slow down!” Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

“What if she didn’t even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?”

“Oh,” Jean laughed, “ I see. You’re jealous.” 

“No.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“So you’d be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?” 

Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, “sure, whatever,” feigned disdain in his voice.

The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people. 

“This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Scott shouted.

“Not necessarily,” Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.

“What?” Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free 

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

You didn’t even look like you. He’d never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter. 

And you were with a guy.

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

“So, what did we tell you?” Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.

“Just some kid,” he replied dismissively, turning to her, “doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“You sure?” Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.

That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way. 

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys

I just want to enjoy 

By having a very good time

And behave very bad in the arms of a boy

You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.

The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

“Touch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.”

You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you weren’t bluffing. 

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.

“God damn it,” Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him. 

“Logan!” Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip. 

There's a she wolf in the closet

Let it out so it can breathe

“Shit, I’m kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?” He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.

“Come on,” Logan snapped, “we’re leaving.”

“What the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?” You yelled back. You didn’t want to stay anywhere near that guy but you weren’t ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.

“Hey, she doesn’t really look like she wants to leave with you, man,” the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants. 

“Yeah? She doesn’t want to stay with you either, jackass,” Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, “she’s not interested.”

What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs. 

“No one’s gonna fucking ask what I want, right?” You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you. 

“Your little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?” The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Logan’s hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time. 

“Alright - enough, enough, we’re leaving!” Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, turning to Logan, “and what the fuck was that?”

“What was that? You’re welcome - “ 

“I didn’t ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?”

“Oh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,” he scoffed, “he had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.”

He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, “Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and you’d definitely never snapped at Logan like that before. 

You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized to the rest of them,” but why are you guys here?”

“You left without saying anything, we couldn’t find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,” Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, “we’re so glad you’re okay.” 

You hugged her back.

“I just - I wanted to disappear for a while,” you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scott’s gaze. 

“Do you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?” Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.

“Shut it! Enough from you! You’ve done enough damage control!”

The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.

“Honey, I don’t mean this in a bad way, but,” she paused, thinking over her words, “what were you gonna do to that guy if we hadn’t stopped you?”

You understood what she meant immediately. 

“What, you think I was going to kill him?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, “I wasn’t. I don’t do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.”

“I know…so, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?” she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, “he seemed kinda shady.”

Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.

“Liked the attention, I guess,” you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, “it’s been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.”

“He only wanted one thing from you anyway,” he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.

“And I can’t want it either?”

That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said ‘you asked, you got the answer’.

You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom. 

“What’s going on with you?”

“Leave me be.”

You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out. 

“Logan.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.

“Move.”

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on with you. You don’t disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - “

“There’s nothing to talk about. Goodnight,” you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.

“I care about you, you know, I was worried,” he began to explain.

You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasn’t in the room.

“Yeah? Why?,” you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, “I’m not your type of girl. What’s there to worry about?”

Logan’s face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him. 

“Is that what this is about? That’s why you went out?”

“Why do you care?” 

You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.

“Stop.” 

You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.

You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings -“

“I’m not.”

He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“I only said that - listen, I only said that because - “ Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.

“Please, don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Logan.”

You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “I only said that because I didn’t want you to like me.”

You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.

“It worked, are you happy?”

“No, I’m not - “

“Well, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.”

You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldn’t quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldn’t really help it once it started. 

“Oh, god, please, don’t cry,” he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldn’t.

“Why would you do that?” You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldn’t look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.

“I’m so sorry, princess, I am. I’m really fucking stupid,” he huffed. 

You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. He’d called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name. 

“And what happened there, at the club? ‘She’s not interested’, what was that about?” You continued.

He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasn’t much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.

“I like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldn’t like me back and it would save you the trouble.”

Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.

“Save me the trouble of what?”

You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.

“I don’t know…having to deal with me, I guess. I - I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.”

You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you. 

“And earlier, when we picked you up,” he continued, “I acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Can’t stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I don’t know.”

You’d never heard him sound so nervous in all the time you’d known him.

“You are my type of girl,” he finally choked out, “only type of girl I’d ever want.”

All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind. 

“It’s alright if you hate me, I can’t say I really blame you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He began to walk out, convinced he’d fucked up beyond repair.

“Logan.”

Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you. 

No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top. 

“You’re not something to deal with, you know,” you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.

You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldn’t wallow in self pity because you didn’t want me.”

“You were trying to get over me,” he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, “I deserved that.”

After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.

“Did it work?”

His voice was low and soft, a tone you’d rarely heard him speak with.

You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath. 

“No. I don’t think it was ever going to, either,” you laughed a little, “when that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didn’t look anything like you.”

Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.

Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.

You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him. 

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.

“We should’ve done that much sooner,” you giggled.

“Agreed.”

His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.

He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasn’t long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, “I was so stupid.”

“We both were,” you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.

“L-Logan,” you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.

He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, “Can I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.”

His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

��Mmm, uh-huh,” you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck. 

“You have to use your words, pretty girl,” he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. 

Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.

“Y-yes, yeah - please,” you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.

“Please what, baby?”

“You - you can make it up to me,” you groaned into his neck. 

He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back. 

“Can I take this off you, baby?”

You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.

“Eager, huh?”, he chuckled, “let me, sweetheart.”

He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.

You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking. 

“Ah - Logan,” you whined, making him smile against your skin.

“I like it when you say my name, pretty girl,” he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs. 

Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.

He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.

“I thought about you a lot, you know - like this,” he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.

You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.

“I thought about you like this, too,” you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.

“Yeah?”

His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.

“This what you think about when you fuck yourself?” He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.

You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.

“Y - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.”

He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name. 

A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?”

It was Scott.

 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face. 

“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just - just tired,” you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.

“You sure?”

You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing. 

“Yup, th-thank you, m’ jus’ gonna go to bed.”

Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.

Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.

“Logan, I’m - “

“C’mon, pretty girl, c’mon.”

His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.

“Uh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,” he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.

“Fuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,” you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.

He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers. 

“I could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,” he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.

Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“You’re into pain, huh?” 

You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.

“You’re gonna pay for that, pretty girl,” he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing. 

When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy you’d ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.

“What, are you nervous? It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him. 

You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking. 

“ ‘m not nervous, I want you, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist. 

“You sure?” he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust. 

You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back. 

Logan couldn’t help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.

“So tight,” he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.

“You - fuck - you’re so fucking big,” you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Feels good?”

It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size. 

“Mm - uh-uh,” you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him. 

“Y-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,” you whimpered.

That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress. 

He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.

“S-someone’s gonna - someone’s gonna hear us,” you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again. 

“Don’t care, let ‘em,” he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you. 

He really didn’t have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure you’d never looked more beautiful. 

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one he’d considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.

“Bite me.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, “are you sure?”

“Please.”

You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.

He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip. 

“Please.”

His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didn’t enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again. 

You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds. 

Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm. 

“ ‘s good, huh, princess? Come on me, c’mon,” he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.

“Want me to stay?”

“Mhm - please.”

The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, “you know I love you?”

The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried you’d misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.

“Really?”

“Of course. You think I would’ve done that with you if I wasn’t in love?”

You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since he’d bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasn’t the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didn’t have to be. 

“I love you too,” you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.

“I should’ve told you much sooner,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.

Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.

“You can make it up to me some more.”

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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks

[sparklingchim]

game on 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.9k

genre: footballer!jungkook, fake dating, f2l

rating: 18+

warnings: lots of smoochies !! 🤭, their first kiss <3, umm mentions of jk's infamous threesome again 😔, koo talks abt taking girls in missionary what can i say he is a man

summary: jungkook and you practice acting for the cameras. kissing him feels more right than you anticipated.

a/n: yayy chapter 2 is here!!!! <3 writing this was truly saur much fun n i hope u have fun reading too !!! 😋

read chappie one here

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"Just kiss me."

"Hold on a second."

"We really need to practise this."

"I know, just give me a minute."

You scoot away from Jungkook on the couch. You were sitting so close, almost about to kiss him actually, but his intense, doe-eyed gaze made you pause, needing a grounding breath.

You’ve never been this close to his face, and somehow, you can’t seem to cross the invisible line that keeps you from just pressing your mouth on his. Jungkook’s your friend, after all. You’ve known him since he was five and once saw him get his head stuck at school, so of course it’s weird.

You press your lips together in an attempt to focus, and lean in again, but once your eyes meet his, a smile urges on your mouth.

"Oh my god." Jungkook’s frustrated sigh cuts the air. "This can’t already be doomed to failure because of a simple kiss."

"It’s not! I just need to mentally prepare myself."

"I feel...offended? Kinda?" Jungkook weaves his fingers through his hair. "I’ve never had to convince someone to kiss me."

"It’s not you. I promise!" you say, reaching for his knee. "Under any other circumstance, if we weren’t friends, I’d love to kiss you. You’re hot and cute, but the situation we’re in makes me feel so stupid. It’s absurd."

Jungkook cringes when you call him cute and removes your hand off his knee.

Yesterday, when Jungkook showed up unannounced, it took him full ten minutes to convince you he wasn’t pulling a prank on you.

Who would believe their friend begging you to fake date them? It’s ridiculous. Only happens in the fictional world.

But then Jungkook showed you the pap picture that was circulating online. The comments and gossip were nasty and you knew he was caught up in a deep mess.

In the photo, Jungkook was surrounded by two girls, his arms draped casually around their waists as they stumbled out of the club, a half-full drink lazily held in his hand. His hair was a tousled mess, likely from the girls running their fingers through it, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a small peek into his defined chest. It was bold, provocative — definitely not the ideal image of a responsible twenty-year-old football rookie.

Probably the worst pap pic you’ve seen of him so far. And the worst timing too.

"You were wasted," you commented, staring at the article he was showing you on his phone.

"And I had so much fun last night." His voice was tinged with frustration, like a child whose favourite toy had just been snatched away. "But then I woke up to this picture, and a flood of missed calls and texts." He rubbed his hands over his face, exhaling sharply. "They just had to ruin it for me."

Noticing your raised eyebrow, Jungkook quickly backtracked. "No, I know it’s my fault too. I shouldn’t have done this right before the World Cup, especially after what I promised. I just hate how everything turns into such a big deal, just because... well, just because I’m me."

The idea of fake dating Jungkook had seemed absurd, something out of a rom-com rather than real life. But the more he explained the pressure he was under, the more you understood why he needed this.

Jungkook was your best friend, and if kissing him in public could save his career, why not help him?

While you got ready for meeting his manager, stepping out of your comfy, rotting-at-home clothes, which consisted of little shorts and an oversized t-shirt (you think it’s actually Jungkook’s, but you’re not quite sure since it’s been in your closet for years now), and slipping into a casual, more presentable outfit, Jungkook busied himself fixing your laundry machine.

Jungkook’s manager knows you well – his entire team does. You are known as Jungkook’s close friend and had been spotted with him on multiple occasions.

Taesung greeted you warmly, though surprise flickered across his face when Jungkook introduced you as the solution to the fake dating plan.

You felt Taesung’s gaze assessing you, weighing your suitability for the role. Jungkook’s PR agent mirrored his scepticism, tilting her head in doubt. They exchanged uncertain glances, which made you nervous, but Jungkook was determined. Jungkook wasn’t Jungkook if he didn’t get what he wanted. With a few persuasive words and his usual charm, he quickly won Taesung over, who sighed and leaned back in his chair, conceding defeat.

"We need to establish the narrative from the start," Taesung said seriously. "The media will dig into your background, and they’ll want to know if there’s anyone else in the picture. So, to be clear, you’re officially single. No boyfriend, no complicated past relationships that could surface. We don’t need any messy stories."

You assured them that there was none. Multiple times. No angry exes, no secret relationships – your personal life was as drama-free as it could get.

Taesung slid a document across the desk.

"This ensures that whatever happens, no details of this arrangement-"

Jungkook’s hand shot out, halting the paper. "No," he said firmly. "She doesn’t need to sign anything."

"Jungkook, it’s just a formality," Jiwoo began, but Jungkook insisted.

"I trust ___. She’s not just anybody. She’s my best friend. If she says she won’t talk, she won’t talk. The NDA isn’t necessary."

"It’s okay," you assured him gently.

Jungkook shook his head. "No, this is ridiculous. You’re not signing a stupid contract."

After more arguing, his manager eventually relented.

Jiwoo outlined the plan in more detail with Taesung – public appearances, social media posts, carefully orchestrated moments that would sell the story to the public. You felt a bit intimidated by the pressure, but you’d get used to it. After all, this arrangement is only for a few months – just until his management can announce that you’d mutually decided to break up on good terms.

But you both need to practise before stepping in front of the cameras.

Which leads you to this moment, a day later, sitting on your couch trying to practice how to act like a couple. And it’s not going well at all.

"Okay, let’s start from the basics then," Jungkook suggests. He rises to his feet, offering you his hand. "Hold my hand."

You gingerly accept his hand, standing up as well.

"See, don’t we look cute?" Jungkook drags you to the mirror. "Or maybe – let’s intertwine our fingers. I think that would look better." He holds your interlaced hands up between the two of you, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. "So cute, right?"

A giggle bubbles in your throat. "You act like you’ve never had a girlfriend."

"Well, it has been a while," he admits, the slightest sulk on his lips. "I’m too busy for relationships." He swings your hands. "The only times I ever hold a girl’s hand is in missionary, above their head when-"

"Jungkook," you interrupt quickly before he can delve any deeper into the story. You give him a mock glare, but there’s no hiding the amusement dancing in your eyes. "Didn’t we both agree on only talking about your bed stories after I’ve had at least one bottle of soju – preferably two, so I can mentally brace myself?"

You love him, you really do, but you don’t want to hear about his bed stories, unless you’re the slightest bit tipsy at first.

"Oh, yeah." He shakes his head apologetically. "Forgot about that."

"Wait, maybe that’s what we should do!" you exclaim as an idea pops into your mind. Your hand slips out of his, and you take a step toward the kitchen. "I think there are a few bottles of soju in the fridge."

"We’re not getting drunk to build up the courage to kiss," he insists. "We shouldn’t need alcohol to pretend we’re into each other."

Jungkook pulls you closer to him, and you stumble slightly, but his hand instinctively moves to the small of your back, steadying you.

"Fine," you sigh dramatically, hand on his chest. "Was just an idea to make this easier for us." The fabric of his shirt is extremely soft and your fingers glide over it.

"I mean, it’s not like we’re complete strangers. And they know it too. We’ve been through enough to pull this off without breaking a sweat."

He’s is right. The public knows you’re one of Jungkook’s closest friends. It wouldn’t be totally unbelievable that you two might have fallen in love.

After all, you’ve always been comfortable with each other —hugging, cuddling during movie nights, play-fight over silly things just to annoy each other. You’ve shared quiet moments, like when you’d fall asleep on his shoulder after a long day or when he’d run his fingers through your hair absentmindedly while you talked. There were times when Jungkook was exhausted and crashed at your place, your fingers gently scratching his head as he slept peacefully. You’ve kissed each other’s cheeks in thanks without hesitation.

Jungkook’s touch isn’t foreign to you.

And still, the thought of acting like you’re in love when you’re not feels strange. Sure, you’ve always been physically close, but this was different. This time, every gesture would be for an audience, every touch would carry a different meaning. It wasn’t just casual anymore.

"I guess," you reply, fiddling with the hem of his oversized t-shirt, avoiding his gaze for a moment. "I think it’s just weird to be this close for show."

Jungkook watches you for a moment, his eyes softening as he considers your words. "Yeah," he murmurs. "But it’s not like we’re faking the friendship part. The rest...we’ll figure out." His fingers clasp your hip, the pads of his fingers gently digging into your flesh. "Don’t think about it too much," he says. "When we have our first public appearance as a couple, pretend like the cameras aren’t there, act nonchalant. Just... y’know. You and me."

You pout, an involuntarily frustrated grumble leaving your lips as you drop your forehead on his chest.

"I hope I’ll do well under all the attention."

You’ve dealt with your fair share of noisy people trying to pry into your relationship with Jungkook, but so far, it’s been somewhat manageable.

"Just you and me," Jungkook repeats, his tone softer and more assured this time. "Nothing can happen to you when I’m there."

You glance up at him, taking in the gentle lines of his face.

"Maybe you should’ve hired a girl that can deal well with attention," you voice your thoughts.

"No." Jungkook’s immediate response rolls off harshly on his tongue. "You were my first thought. I wouldn’t have done this with anyone else but you."

"I was your first choice?" Giddiness makes your face shine.

"Yeah. I don’t think I would’ve felt comfortable with anyone but you."

"Be honest, you just really wanna kiss me."

You stand on your tippy toes, a silly smile spreading across your face.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, a teasing glint buried in his eyes.

"I think you do."

With a surge of confidence, you take a small step closer, your heart beating a little faster as you close the gap between you and Jungkook. Your lips meet in a gentle, fleeting touch. The contact only lasts for a moment before you pull back, your eyes searching his for a reaction.

"That was a smooch. Not a kiss."

You frown upon hearing him complain.

"What, you want to make out with me in public?"

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. "No, but maybe a little more than how fifth graders kiss."

"You’re a kissing expert now?" you quip back, narrowing your eyes at him.

Jungkook leans in slightly. "I just know what I like."

The challenge in his voice sparks something in you. "Then show me how you like it."

His gaze drops to your lips, and a flutter of excitement spreads in your tummy. It’s unexpected and thrilling and it catches you off guard.

Jungkook’s hand, which had been resting on your back, slowly glides up, his fingers curling around the side of your face, his thumb brushing delicately against your cheekbone.

Your breath hitches as he leans in. His lips meet yours again, but this time there’s more weight behind the contact – still soft, but deeper, more intentional. His lips move slowly and there’s a warmth to it, a tenderness that makes your heart race even as the kiss remains gentle. He tilts his head slightly, deepening the connection just enough to make you melt into him.

The teasing atmosphere lingers in the back of your mind, but for now, it’s pushed aside by the gentle pressure of his lips on yours.

Kissing Jungkook doesn’t feel weird – which makes it a little weird.

When you both finally pull back, it’s gradual. You can feel his breath, warm and steady, mingling with your own.

"Like that," he whispers, his voice barely audible, yet it sends a shiver down your spine. "You’re a good kisser."

You pull back completely. "Excuse me?" you say. "You were doubting my kissing abilities?"

"No, not at all!" Jungkook shakes his head, amusement crinkling his eyes as he gazes at your sulky face. "You’re just a very good kisser. Like, super gentle and smooth."

Heat crawls up your cheeks. You ignore the flush of warmth and keep your composure. "Have you been using the lip balm I got you? Your lips are soft."

"I know, right? Not chapped at all anymore."

He traces two fingers along his bottom lip and your eyes follow the motion, finding yourself inexplicably drawn to his lips.

"Are we done practising?"

"Do you think we looked natural?" Jungkook’s hand slips into yours once more. While he is focused on the mirror, adjusting the way your bodies fit together – tugging you closer, alternating between holding your hand and interlacing your fingers – your mind is still replaying the memory of the tender press of his lips. "For me, it felt pretty natural. Not awkward at all. What do you think?"

It’s the simplicity with which he says it that draws a short laugh out of you.

The sound grabs his attention. "What?"

"You’re just...extremely serious about this. I don’t think they’ll analyse the way we hold hands, Kook."

"But that’s their favourite thing to do," Jungkook replies. "The gossip mills love analysing every step you take, where your eyes wander, who you smile at." A note of bitterness threads through his words.

He’s been playing pro for just two years and has fallen victim to greedy people intruding on his life so many times already. Former friends who leaked private conversations, acquaintances who turned their brief interactions into tabloid fodder, even strangers who felt entitled to a piece of him just because he was in the public eye.

Jungkook searched for solace and silence at your place many times, trying to escape the madness. In the quiet of your dorm, breathing felt easier.

You never asked questions, never pried. In a world where everyone seemed out to get something from him, you just let him be, offering him the comfort of your presence without demanding anything in return.

"People were just criticising this dude – ah, who was it again?" Jungkook stares at the ceiling, raking through his thoughts. "I can’t remember his name, but this guy was getting called out for choosing the booth seat while making his girlfriend sit in the aisle seat."

"The aisle seat? Come on, it’s an unwritten rule that-" You fall silent once you catch Jungkook’s pointed expression. "I mean, yeah. It’s definitely wrong to make a big deal about it. Maybe she prefers sitting there," you shrug.

"But do you see what I mean?" he asks. "Whether you intend to or not, you’re always judging what others do. And that judgement only intensifies when it involves a celebrity."

"Ah, when did you become so famous Jeon Jungkook?" You sigh, looking down at your linked hands.

"I know, right? Two years ago, no one would’ve cared if I had a threesome." He shakes his head in disbelief. "And now I am being punished for it—kicked off the national team, and my best friend has to save me by fake dating me."

"I feel like this would make a good movie," you giggle.

“We have to practise hard, then," he says.

You pull your phone from your pocket. "What if we film ourselves kissing so we can monitor it better?" You set up your phone on a nearby shelf and position yourselves in front of the camera. "Don’t engaged couples do this? I feel like we’re practising for our wedding kiss."

"Oh, butterflies."

"Huh?" You stare at the way he holds his hand against his tummy.

"You just told me you want to marry me. That gave me butterflies."

You slap his arm. "Stop being silly, we have a whole nation to fool that we’re in love."

~

Hang outs with Jungkook often end with the two of you lounging on the couch, snacks scattered everywhere, and a movie playing on the TV.

"Next one?" Jungkook asks from his spot beside you, inching closer with his pleading doe eyes.

You try to push him away by the, but he doesn’t budge.

"I need to study. Like, for real." You had warned him before starting the movie, agreeing to watch only one, but he still tried his luck.

He holds up one finger. "Just one."

You push him off your body, and this time he allows it, his back slumping against the couch. The grumble of complaint in his throat gets muffled by his pursed lips.

"You’re smart. The material is probably set in your brain anyway. No need to revise anything."

You scoff at his bratty words.

"So you won’t ever need to ditch hangouts for football practice because you’re already so good at it?"

"Well, no." He drags the word out, brows furrowed as he considers your question, trying to come up with a reasonable answer. "But I know you don’t need to study as much as you do. You’re just naturally smart."

"I wish, but I ace my exams because I study as much as I do."

"Aish," Jungkook mutters, standing up from the couch and stretching his limbs. His toned tummy peeks out from under his lifted shirt.

"Karina will be home soon anyway," you say. "And I’m not ready to play pretend in front of her yet." The thought of confessing to your roommate that Jungkook is now your boyfriend makes you shudder.

It was one of the conditions that made you briefly reconsider if you could really pull this off or if Jungkook should find another girl. You didn’t just have to act in front of the cameras – everyone had to believe that you and Jungkook are a couple, including your friends and family. You dread the day you have to tell your parents.

You know they once secretly hoped Jungkook would become your boyfriend when you were older, but as he became famous and the public started scrutinising his every move, your parents grew wary of his wild, reckless side.

You follow Jungkook to the door.

"You think she’ll believe us?"

"I dunno," you shrug. "Not sure if she’ll buy it. She’ll probably be suspicious since I’ve never talked about you in that way when we gossip, but I think we’ve practised enough to at least make it look like we love each other."

Jungkook nods and hugs you briefly. "We’ll figure it out." He steps out of your apartment, typing on his phone. "My manager sent me details about our first public appearance." He scans the text, but quickly looks up at you again with an annoyed frown. "Ah, so many words. I’ll just forward you the messages." With a sweet smile and a quick wave, he starts to leave, but you tug at the back of his shirt.

You cup his face, pulling him down to you, and plant a kiss on his lips.

"You’re my boyfriend now. Act like it."

[daycourtofficial]

Come to Bed

Summary: based on this request - a text from Azriel was meant to go to you, but went to his entire family instead.

Author’s note: I loved this idea this was so fun and definitely very on brand for the inner circle tbh

Az: Come to bed :(

It was a short message. Azriel had been sick for two days now, and since meeting you, he can’t remember how he’d just go on during his sick days.

He used to go to work just fine while sick. He’d wear a mask and keep his distance, but he’d be able to go no problem.

But ever since you came into his life, now he was too spoiled when he was sick to go anywhere or do anything. You had insisted that your cuddles would heal him, along with the various soups you made him eat every day.

Honestly? It was a little awesome. If it weren’t for how shitty he felt, that is. You rubbed his back until he fell asleep, whenever he got up to shower you washed his sheets, and you brought him medicine every few hours. He didn’t have to lift a finger, and he was soaking in every moment of your attention.

But now you were downstairs, talking with Elain about something or another. You had told him what for before you left, but his feverish haze had made him forget. He woke up alone, having dozed off in your absence, and all he wanted was you to come back. He had just texted you to come back to bed when his door creak opens.

Azriel pops his head out of the nest he made to find Cassian crawling up his bed on top of the covers, wrapping his arms around Azriel, and spooning him over the covers.

Azriel coughs, “what are you doing here?”

“You asked for me to come to bed.”

Azriel’s head hurts trying to figure out what he means when his door opens once more to Rhysand strolling through the room, lying on Az’s other side.

“Ah, come on Azzy. It’s just like when we were younger,” Cassian tells him, his body heat helping with the chills taking over Azriel’s body.

Azriel sniffles, “we were like eight years old.”

“Well, Cassian hasn’t matured much since then,” Rhysand chimes in, staying on the bed but not too close to Az. He’ll provide some level of comfort with his presence, but he’ll be damned if he lets his brother get him sick.

“Why are you two here?” Azriel croaks, every word hurting his poor throat.

Rhys opens his phone to show him the family groupchat they had, the last message coming from Azriel saying, “Come to bed :(“

Azriel groans reading it, “I’m sure you could guess I sent it to the wrong person.”

Cassian chuckles, causing vibrations through Azriel’s back. He’s too weak to fight Cassian off of him, and the weight of him actually feels nice. Maybe Cassian would make a great weighted blanket after all.

“I never second guess any texts I receive. I assumed you missed me, it has been days since you’ve seen my glorious face.”

Cassian and Azriel continue bickering while Rhysand watches in amusement.

Mor comes in shortly after, bringing a warm cup of tea for both herself and Azriel, handing one mug to him while lounging across the foot of the bed. The tea soothes his throat, and he hates to admit it, but he does appreciate the presence of his family. He had been quarantined for days, trying to keep to his room as much as possible. He had grown quite accustomed to his big, invasive family. Your company was more than enough, but he did miss Cassian’s daily debriefs of his day.

Feyre comes in, taking residence next to Mor, as Cassian tells them all ridiculous versions of how he managed to destroy that building in the Summer Court. Each tale more ridiculous than the last, with Feyre even adding her own absurd version of events.

“I heard that a dragon flew in and Cassian fought it off with his bare hands and the only damage was that one building!”

Their laughter rings in Az’s ears as he closes his eyes, dozing, but not truly asleep.

You were shocked walking back to Az’s bedroom to find both of his brothers, Feyre, and Mor all lounging in bed with him. Azriel perks up at your figure in the doorway, somehow knowing you were there despite his resting state. His voice crackles from his sore throat, “save me?”

You walk in, squeezing yourself between Rhys and Azriel, and your boyfriend melts in your arms, falling asleep quickly as his family still chatters around you.

The next time Azriel wakes up, it’s dark outside, but he’s still cuddled to your chest.

“Hi sweetheart,” you tell him, setting your book down. He practically purrs at you running your hand through his hair.

“Sleep well?”

He presses his face back into your chest. “I would have slept better if they weren’t all annoying.”

You laugh, leaning over to kiss the crown of his head.

“Poor baby with a loving family,” you coo, and he huffs.

“They’re not loving, they’re annoying busybodies. Except Feyre. She hasn’t gotten that bad yet.”

You smile, untangling his hair with your fingers.

“They might be annoying busybodies, but they love you and you love them.”

He squeezes you a little tighter. “I’m sick. I only have so much love to give and it’s all going towards you.”

You laugh, your hand moving down to stroke his back. He relaxes in your embrace, your fingers soothing his clammy skin.

“Okay, you can wait until you’re feeling better to love them again.”

“Deal,” he tells you, eyes growing heavy once more. “Just - don’t tell Cassian. He’ll get upset.”

[chosok-amo]

MY CUTE LITTLE FAIRY GARDENER : UMEMIYA HAJIME

you’ve been nothing but a princess in your entire life, never doing anything for yourself, always having anyone to do things for you. with that information your boyfriend, umemiya asks you— forces you more likely— to garden with him.

warning. established relationship! umemiya, fluff.

umemiya hajime’s love for gardening was undeniable. everyone knew it. no matter how busy or chaotic things got, he always found time to tend to his plants. his rooftop garden was his sanctuary, a personal slice of nature where he could forget everything else and focus on nurturing life. it was a passion that ran deep, something that gave him peace even in the middle of his duties as bofurin’s leader. it didn’t matter if it was raining, windy, or the sun was blazing hot—he was out there with his hands in the soil, carefully trimming, watering, and adjusting every little detail until it was just right.

you’d seen him countless times in his element, dirty but content, surrounded by green leaves and blooming flowers, while you comfortably sat in the shade, far away from the hot sun. you had your own reasons for staying in the shadows, though: you hated the heat, didn’t want to sweat, and couldn’t be bothered with dirt sticking to your skin. why get involved when you could sit back and watch?

“it’s too hot,” you’d say, dramatically waving a fan in your hand. or, “i’d rather die than have mud under my nails.” sometimes you even whined about bugs, covering yourself in long sleeves or swatting at imaginary insects, just to make a point. in short, you were being your usual spoiled brat self.

and yet, no matter how much you complained, umemiya never got mad. he’d just chuckle softly to himself, pausing from his work to glance over at you, a warm smile lighting up his face. “you’re such a spoiled girl,” he’d tease, his voice full of affection, the words never carrying any real judgment. instead, there was only love in his eyes as he looked at you, as if your complaints only made him cherish you more.

there was something calming about watching him work. the way his hands moved carefully through the soil, gently adjusting the plants like they were his own children. sometimes you’d catch yourself admiring him, the way he was so patient, so focused. it was a side of him that not many people got to see—the leader of bofurin, so tough and commanding, turning into this soft, tender version of himself when surrounded by his plants. but he never forced you to join him. it was enough for him that you were there, watching from the sidelines.

until yesterday, umemiya hajime had always been content with you watching from the sidelines, letting you sit in the shade and avoid getting your hands dirty while he busied himself in his garden. but something shifted—whether it was his desire to share his passion with you or just wanting to see you try something new—he decided that it was time for you to join him. he told you as much, though the way he phrased it didn’t leave much room for argument.

“you’re helping me tomorrow,” he had said with a playful grin, his tone light but firm. “it’s time you learn a thing or two about gardening.”

you’d been taken aback, blinking at him as if he’d just suggested the most absurd thing. “me? gardening?” you scoffed, gesturing toward yourself dramatically. “do i look like someone who digs in dirt?”

“you’ll be fine,” he said, unbothered by your complaints. “besides, it’ll be fun. i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

you tried to protest, but umemiya just chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, effectively ending the conversation. “i’ll see you tomorrow,” he added, his voice soft but teasing. “wear something cute.”

the next morning, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror, a mixture of excitement and dread settling in your stomach. gardening wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time, but there was no way you were going to let umemiya see you half-heartedly show up. if you were going to do this, you were going to do it in style.

so, after some deliberation, you picked out what could only be described as your ‘gardenercore’ outfit—a floral dress that hugged your figure just right, paired with designer boots that were sturdy enough to handle the rooftop garden but still chic enough to make a statement. you topped it off with a sun hat that shielded you from the harsh rays while adding a touch of elegance to your look. everything was meticulously put together, from the dress to the accessories, making sure that even if you had to dig in the dirt, you were going to look good doing it.

as you made your way to the rooftop of his school, you could already feel the heat of the day creeping in, but you refused to let it dampen your mood. you were determined to show umemiya that you could handle whatever he threw at you, even if it involved dirt and bugs. when you finally arrived at the rooftop, you found him already there, crouched over his plants like usual, his back to you as he worked.

the sight of him, so focused and calm, almost made you forget why you were annoyed about this whole thing in the first place. his dedication to his plants was admirable—he treated them with such care, as if they were delicate and precious, and it was hard not to feel a sense of pride swell up in your chest as you watched him.

“i’m here,” you announced, your voice carrying across the rooftop as you stood at the entrance, your hands resting on your hips.

umemiya glanced over his shoulder, and when his eyes landed on you, he froze for a moment, taking in your appearance. a grin spread across his face as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants as he walked over to meet you and your dramatic yet cute outfit, especially your sun hat.

“well look at you,” he replied with a smirk, his eyes roaming over your outfit appreciatively. he took the hat from your head, inspecting it with a hint of humor. “a bit fancy for gardening, don’t you think?”

he placed the hat back on you, adjusting it slightly before stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. “you look like you’re going to a garden party, not getting dirty.”

you roll your eyes dramatically, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “please, haji. i have a reputation to maintain,” you huffed, lightly flicking the brim of the hat as he adjusted it on your head. “i can’t let anyone catch me dressed like a slob. people might start thinking i’ve completely lost my mind if i show up here looking like a mess.”

you tilt your head, offering him a mock glare as you smooth down the front of your floral dress. “besides, you’re the one who dragged me out here. you don’t get to complain about what i’m wearing when this wasn’t my idea in the first place,” you added, crossing your arms as you gave him a pointed look. “if anything, you should be thanking me for even showing up. i could be inside, in the AC, doing anything other than digging in dirt, but no. i’m here. looking fabulous, might i add.”

you lifted one foot, admiring the way the light hit your designer boots. “and for the record,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm, “these boots are definitely more garden-appropriate than whatever it is you’re wearing.” you gesture toward his worn-out boots that made out of plastic? and the dirt-smeared pants he’s been working in.

umemiya let out a snort at your comments, shaking his head. “ah, there’s my spoiled brat,” he teased affectionately. “always gotta look good, huh? even in the garden. you’re so damn high maintenance.”

he grabbed one of the loose straps of your dress, giving it a playful tug. “might as well be made out of delicate silk, the way you’re so scared to get it dirty.”

you pout immediately, giving him a playful swat on the chest. “i’m not scared!” you protest, narrowing your eyes at him, though your expression softens when you see the teasing look in his eyes. “i just don’t like the feeling of getting dirty, okay? there’s a difference.” you cross your arms, feigning indignation as you tilt your head to the side.

“some of us actually care about feeling clean,” you add, sticking your nose in the air in mock offense. “not everyone can roll around in the dirt like it’s nothing, hajime.” you glance down at the strap he tugged, smoothing it out with exaggerated care before looking back up at him with a raised eyebrow. “besides, do you really think i’m going to let all this go to waste?” you gesture to your perfectly styled outfit. “i came prepared to look good while doing this.”

you poke him in the chest with a smirk. “if anything, you should be impressed with how well i’m handling this. i mean, i’m here, aren’t i? in the sun, in the dirt, all for you. that’s got to count for something. it’s the thought that counts, baby.”

umemiya chuckled at your feisty response, clearly enjoying your dramatic reaction. “oh, i'm impressed all right,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender, the hint of a smirk still playing on his lips. “impressed by your ability to maintain your princess status while standing in a garden full of dirt and bugs.”

he took a step closer, his eyes raking over your carefully styled appearance before meeting yours again, his gaze warm and amused. “i mean, look at you. you’re a vision. like a flower in a field of weeds. it’s really quite a sight.”

in what felt like the blink of an eye, umemiya had you swapping out your designer boots for a pair that matched his—scuffed and practical, not a hint of style to them. your perfectly manicured hands were now clad in rough, oversized gloves that felt awkward and out of place. the final touch was the old, worn-out overall he somehow convinced you to wear, its dull, faded color doing absolutely nothing for your look. you glanced down at yourself, horrified at the transformation.

“hajime,” you groaned, dragging out his name as you stared at your reflection in the garden tools. “i look ridiculous!” your voice had a hint of a whine to it, and you tugged at the baggy overall in frustration. “this isn’t cute at all—i look like i’m about to fix a car, not plant flowers!”

he couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction, his eyes filled with amusement as he leaned back to admire his work. “you’re ready now,” he teased, clearly pleased with himself.

you huffed, pulling the gloves higher up your wrists and stomping your booted foot lightly on the ground. “how am i supposed to garden looking like this?” you whined again, glancing at him with pleading eyes. “this is a disaster! at least let me keep my hat,” you added, adjusting it in an attempt to salvage any shred of dignity. with a sigh, you crossed your arms. “i’m never going to live this down, am i?”

umemiya hummed in satisfaction as he took a step back to admire his handiwork, his gaze dropping to your feet now clad in pink plastic boots. “i bought those just for you, y’know,” he said, a proud smile tugging at his lips. “your favorite color, of course.”

you glanced down at the bright pink boots, feeling a mixture of frustration and amusement bubbling up inside. they were definitely not the kind of boots you’d ever imagined yourself wearing in a garden, but they were cute in their own way. you huffed, still pouting as you crossed your arms, trying to maintain your discontent.

his eyes moved up to your face, and he chuckled at the sight of your pout. “you still look fashionable,” he teased lightly, reaching out to gently flick the brim of your hat. “especially with those little pink boots. they suit you.”

“fashionable?” you echoed, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “in these?” you gestured dramatically at the boots and then at the faded overall. he just smiled, his teasing affection clear. “yeah, you do. you can pull off anything.” despite your earlier complaints, his compliment made you soften, though you rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath. “you’re lucky i like you, haji.”

umemiya grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. “oh, i know,” he replied, his voice smug as he reached out to straighten your hat again. “i’m very lucky to have a spoiled princess like you stuck with me, suffering through dirt and manual labor just because i asked.”

he chuckled, teasing you with mock sympathy. “look at you, all dressed for a day in the garden. pink boots, faded overall, and all. you’re a vision, really. the epitome of outdoor chic, darling.”

you muttered under your breath, your eyes narrowing in mock irritation. “this is so annoying,” you grumbled, tugging at the faded overall and shifting in the pink boots, trying to get used to the unfamiliar feel of them. you shot umemiya a half-hearted glare, though you couldn’t completely hide the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

umemiya just shook his head, a fond smile on his face as he watched your spoiled act. “you’ll survive,” he teased lightly, adjusting the straps of your overall with surprising care. “i just want you to be comfortable, okay? besides,” his tone softened, and he looked at you with a gentler expression, “i didn’t want you complaining later about getting your designer clothes dirty. now you’ve got no excuse.”

his words were filled with affection, and despite your earlier protests, you couldn’t help but feel a little touched by how thoughtful he was being. even if it meant enduring a ridiculous outfit for the sake of gardening.

as he finished adjusting the straps, he stepped back to admire his handiwork once more. his eyes roamed over you, taking in every detail of your new look. “you know,” he said, his tone serious but with a hint of humor, “you don’t look half-bad in this. you might even start a new gardening trend.”

he chuckled, leaning against the edge of the pot. “pink boots and faded overall. all the rage. maybe we’ll start a fashion line together—‘spoilt princess meets garden wear.’ we’ll be millionaires in no time.”

you rolled your eyes and playfully swatted his arm, unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. “oh, shut up,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to your words. “let’s just get this over with, okay? the faster we finish, the sooner i can get out of this ridiculous outfit.” you tugged at the faded overall again, feeling the material between your fingers as you shot him a pointed look.

“i’m not trying to start a new fashion trend, hajime. i’m just trying to survive this.”

he chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction, but nodded in agreement as he pushed himself off the edge of the pot. “alright, alright,” he said with a grin. “let’s get to it, princess. the sooner we start, the sooner we’re done.”

you let out a dramatic sigh but followed him, making sure to stick close to the shade as you mentally prepared yourself for a day of dirt and manual labor. “and just for the record,” you added, glancing at him with a smirk, “i’m never doing this again.”

umemiya gently took your hand, the warmth of his touch calming as he guided you toward the section of the rooftop garden where he had planned to plant new seeds. “come on,” he said, his voice soft but filled with excitement. “i’ve been wanting to plant these for a while now, and i thought it’d be more fun with you here.”

you followed him, still feeling a bit ridiculous in your outfit but trying to push that aside as you glanced at the area he’d prepared. the soil looked rich and carefully tended to, just like everything else in his garden. despite your earlier complaints, seeing how passionate he was about it made you want to at least try and make the best of it.

as you both crouched down, umemiya handed you a small packet of seeds, his gaze flickering to you with a smile. “we’re planting these first,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “just dig a little hole, drop in the seed, and cover it up. i’ll show you how.”

you nodded, looking at the seeds in your gloved hands before glancing back at him. “alright,” you said, your tone softer now, “but if i get dirty, i’m holding you responsible.”

umemiya just chuckled, clearly enjoying your attempts at maintaining your princess persona amidst the dirt and plants. “oh, you’ll get dirty,” he replied, his tone matter-of-fact but affectionate. “that’s part of the experience. don’t worry, i’ll be right here, coaching you through it.”

he leaned in closer, pointing to a small spot in the soil. “watch me,” he instructed. “just like this.” he demonstrated, his gloved hands effortlessly digging a little hole and dropping a seed in, covering it up with soil.

for once, you didn’t complain. instead, you furrowed your brows in concentration, carefully watching umemiya’s hands as he worked. you alternated your gaze between his movements and your own hands, making sure you followed his lead exactly.

slowly, you mimicked his actions, digging a small hole in the soil with your gloved fingers, your lips pressing together in focus. “like this, haji?” you asked, glancing up at him for confirmation, your usual sass momentarily replaced by genuine curiosity.

he watched you closely, clearly pleased with your imitation. “yeah, just like that,” he nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he leaned in slightly, his gaze drifting between your hands and your face. “good, babe.”

he placed a gloved hand over yours, guiding your fingers as you covered the seed. his touch was light but reassuring, his fingertips gently pressing against yours as he showed you how much soil to add.

“see? you’re a natural,” he teased lightly.

he continued to guide you through the process, watching as you both planted the seeds one by one. as you worked, he would occasionally offer tips and advice, his voice soft and patient as he walked you through the gardening process. he seemed to find a certain comfort in the routine, his movements rhythmic and practiced.

as you both worked side by side, he couldn’t help but steal glances at you, admiring the way your face lit up with determination as you focused on the task at hand. “you’re doing great, princess,” he whispered, a hint of pride in his voice.

you paused for a moment, turning your head to look at him when he whispered those words of encouragement. his pride was evident, and it made your heart flutter unexpectedly. a soft smile tugged at your lips as you met his gaze, the warmth in his eyes making you feel a bit more at ease with the whole gardening experience.

“thank you, haji,” you murmured, your voice quiet but sincere. you gave him a small nod before turning your attention back to the plant in front of you, your hands moving more confidently now as you planted the next seed.

even though this wasn’t something you’d ever imagined yourself doing, the peaceful atmosphere and umemiya’s steady presence made it more enjoyable than you’d expected. maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

he noticed the subtle change in your expression, the hint of reluctance slowly replaced by a sense of accomplishment as you continued to work. he watched you closely, taking in your every small gesture—the way your face focused on the task, the way your hands moved with surprising dexterity.

“you’re catching on faster than i thought you would,” he commented lightly, his tone teasing but filled with affection. “maybe there’s a little green thumb hiding in there after all.”

you chuckled softly at his comment, shaking your head as you shot him a playful glare. “shut up,” you muttered, though there was no real heat behind your words. instead, you leaned closer to him, your eyes softening as you tilted your head slightly, lips jutting out in a silent request. the teasing look in your eyes made it clear what you wanted without you having to say anything.

umemiya raised an eyebrow, catching on immediately. a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and without hesitation, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, his gloved hand brushing gently against yours. “there,” he whispered after pulling back, his voice low and affectionate. “a little reward for my hardworking princess.”

he chuckled softly as he straightened back up, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and amusement. his gaze lingered on your face, taking in the sight of the dirt smudge on your cheek and the faint blush rising on your cheeks.

“careful,” he teased, his tone light and playful. “don’t let the gardening get to your head. you’re still my princess, remember?” he reached out, his gloved fingers delicately removing the dirt smudge from your cheek, his touch gentle and affectionate.

you nodded, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you leaned slightly into his touch when he wiped the dirt from your cheek. “alright, haji,” you murmured, your voice light and teasing as you turned your attention back to the task at hand. with a quiet determination, you refocused, ready to plant the last seed.

kneeling down still, you carefully dug the final hole, your hands moving with more confidence than when you first started. you gently placed the seed in, covering it with soil and patting it down before sitting back on your heels. “there,” you said, a hint of pride in your voice as you glanced up at umemiya. “last one. we’re done.”

umemiya beamed at your accomplishment, his eyes filled with genuine pride. he crouched down next to you, resting his hands on his knees as he looked at the row of newly planted seeds.

“you did great,” he praised, his voice soft and affectionate. “you’re a natural at this.” he chuckled, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully that was still covered with your sun hat. “who knew that my princess could get her hands dirty and grow a garden?”

you grinned at his praise, feeling a small sense of pride at how well you’d done. even though you weren’t typically one to get your hands dirty, it felt good to know you’d helped him with something he was so passionate about.

“what’s next?” you asked, looking up at him with curiosity, your usual sassiness replaced by genuine interest. “are we done, or do we need to water these or something?” you swatted his hand away when he ruffled your hair, but the smile on your face stayed as you waited for his response, actually eager to hear what came next in the process.

he chuckled at your eager question, clearly pleased with your unexpected curiosity. “yeah, we need to water them,” he confirmed, rising to his feet and offering you a hand to help you up.

“come on, i’ll show you.”

he led you over to a nearby hose, gesturing for you to take it. “here, we’ll each take an end.” he stood next to you, close enough that your shoulders almost touched as he began to water the freshly planted seeds. “just gently spray them. we don’t want to drown the little guys.”

you chuckled softly at his words, glancing at him with a mix of amusement and uncertainty. “drown them, huh?” you teased, shaking your head as you carefully took the hose from him. though you tried to sound confident, the hesitation showed in your movements as you began to water the plants, giving them only small sprinkles of water, afraid of overdoing it.

“like this?” you asked, glancing over at umemiya for reassurance, your brow furrowed in concentration. “i don’t want to flood the poor things.” you continued to water the plants cautiously, almost tiptoeing around the process as if one wrong move would ruin all your hard work.

he chuckled again, watching you carefully water the plants. “yeah, just like that,” he reassured, a hint of amusement in his tone. “you’re doing great. just give them a little sprinkle, and they’ll be good.”

he observed your cautious movements, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. he couldn’t help but find your uncertainty endearing, your typical demeanor replaced by a rare hint of vulnerability. “you know, you don’t have to be so gentle with them,” he teased lightly. “they won’t break, princess.”

you pouted at his teasing, turning your head to give him a playful glare. “well, i don’t want them to drown,” you retorted, your tone a mix of defensiveness and mock seriousness. “you said it yourself, they’re fragile little guys.”

you gave the plants another gentle sprinkle of water, still moving cautiously despite his reassurance. “besides,” you added with a pout still, “you dragged me into this. so now you have to deal with me being overly careful.”

he chuckled again, shaking his head in amusement. “i should have known better,” he conceded lightly. “you’re always going to make a big deal out of everything, aren’t you?”

he glanced at you, taking in your pout and your over-careful manner with watering the plants. he couldn’t help but find the contrast between your usual self and this new side of you endearing, a small smile playing on his lips. “alright, princess,” he said, his tone playfully resigned. “just keep being careful. we’ll blame me if anything goes wrong.”

you hummed softly in response, a satisfied smirk forming on your lips. “good,” you muttered, giving him a side-eye. “because if anything happens, it’s definitely your fault.”

with that, you focused back on the task at hand, gently watering the plants one by one. despite your earlier hesitation, you found a rhythm, your movements becoming more confident as you finished up the last plant. “there,” you said, stepping back with a sense of accomplishment. “all done, and no drowning involved.”

you shot umemiya a playful look, raising an eyebrow as if to say, see? i can do this.

he chuckled at your satisfied smirk, shaking his head in mock defeat. “alright, alright,��� he conceded, raising his hands in surrender. “you win, princess. i clearly underestimated your green thumb skills.”

he stepped closer to you, his expression a mix of pride and affection. he couldn’t help but feel impressed by how you took to the gardening task with a mix of determination and carefulness.

“you’re a natural,” he teased lightly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “soon, you’ll be giving me gardening tips.”

you hummed in satisfaction, following umemiya as he guided you to the shade. settling on the bench, you stretched out your legs and glanced at him with a teasing smirk. “you better be careful,” you mused, “your plants might end up liking me more than you.”

umemiya chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he knelt in front of you. “oh, i’m sure they’ll fall for your charm just like i did,” he teased, gently pulling off your gloves and then your boots. his touch was soft as he carefully cleaned any traces of dirt from your feet, making sure to preserve your perfectly manicured toes.

“can’t have you getting dirty after all that hard work,” he murmured with a smile, his attention focused on making sure you were completely comfortable. his hands lingered for a moment, warm and steady, before he glanced up at you, his eyes filled with fondness.

you watched him intently, your smirk slowly shifting into a small smile as he tended to you. his touch was gentle yet firm, his hands carefully cleaning away any dirt that had clung to your skin, leaving your feet completely clean.

you hummed softly, a mix of contentment and a hint of flattery. “you’re too good to me, haji,” you murmured, your voice filled with affection. “you’re treating me like royalty, even though i just helped you plant seeds.” he chuckled quietly, his gaze still fixed on your feet as he gently removed the last bits of dirt.

umemiya looked up at you again, his expression softened with affection. “i can’t help it,” he murmured, his fingers gently massaging your clean toes. “you look so out of place here, in this rooftop garden, wearing those ridiculous clothes and yet looking damn cute.” he rose to his feet, towering over you as he looked down at your face. “i just want to take care of you... princess.”

you chuckled in amusement, leaning back on the bench as you gazed up at him. “you’re right,” you admitted, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “i do look completely out of place in these clothes, but...” your voice softened as you glanced around the rooftop garden. “i actually enjoyed it. spending time with you, learning one or two new things... it wasn’t so bad.”

you gave him a teasing look. “don’t get used to it, though. i’m still your spoiled princess. but maybe... just maybe, i can make an exception for you every now and then.”

umemiya looked at you with a soft smile, his eyes warm as he gently cupped your cheek. his fingers, now free from gloves, brushed against your skin, and though he didn’t say anything, the tenderness in his touch spoke volumes. you paused for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. despite all your spoiled, bratty complaints and dramatic antics, he admired you deeply.

he knew you grew up with a silver spoon in your life, always having things handed to you, always living in comfort. but even with that upbringing, you turned out beautifully. your spoiled attitude was never mean-spirited, never directed at anyone beneath you. you treated everyone with kindness and respect, willing to be friends with anyone regardless of their background.

umemiya didn’t blame you for not knowing how to do certain things. you were used to people doing everything for you—that’s how your entire life had been. and he understood that. it wasn’t your fault. but that’s exactly why he wanted to be here, to show you new things, to teach you about life in his own quiet, gentle way.

his thumb brushed your cheek softly as he gazed down at you, admiration evident in his eyes. “you’re doing great,” he said quietly, his voice filled with affection. “i’m not dragging you into this because i expect you to be perfect at it. i just want to share this with you, show you something different. and you’re here, aren’t you? that’s all that matters to me.”

he smiled, letting his hand linger on your cheek for a moment longer before dropping it. “besides,” he added with a teasing glint in his eyes, “you look cute in those boots.”

you rolled your eyes at his comment, a blush slightly coloring your cheeks. even though you knew he had a point, you’d never admit it.

“oh, hush,” you muttered, your voice soft. “don’t get too comfortable now. just because i agreed to help you plant some seeds, doesn’t mean i’m going to become a regular member of your gardening club or something.”

you leaned back on the bench, looking up at him with a mock-serious expression. “i have a reputation to maintain, you know. spoiled princess and all that.”

he chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. “oh, i know,” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “can’t have you getting too comfortable with dirt under your nails, princess.” the teasing was light-hearted, a playful jab at your usual pampered state.

he took a step closer, his body now blocking the sunlight, casting a cool shadow over your face. “but i still think you did really well,” he continued, his gaze roaming your face appreciatively. “who knew you had such a green thumb hidden under all that lace and silk?”

you rolled your eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh. “yeah, yeah, whatever,” you muttered, though the faint smile tugging at your lips gave away your amusement. “if i’m doing so well, then you definitely owe me. you better buy me some ice cream after this because i need something to cool me off. i’m not built for this whole ‘getting my hands dirty’ thing,” you added with a playful glare.

crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow at him. “besides, if i have to suffer through this, the least you can do is bribe me with something sweet.” your lips curved into a smirk, knowing full well that he wouldn’t deny your request. “so, deal?”

umemiya hummed thoughtfully, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he gave a gentle tug on your overall. “alright, princess,” he said, his voice low with amusement. “stand up, let's get this thing off you before you get too comfortable wearing something so... ugly.” his eyes gleamed playfully as he gestured for you to stand.

he reached for the straps, ready to help you out of the faded overall. “can’t have you losing your sense of fashion just because of a little gardening. besides,” he added with a smirk, “i don’t think you could handle staying in that thing much longer anyway.”

you rose to your feet, feeling a mixture of relief and mock reluctance. he was right, the overall did look ridiculously out of place on you.

“honestly,” you huffed dramatically, “i don’t know how you gardeners do it. how do you deal with all this... nature, all the dirt and... well, everything that's not designer clothes and fancy bags?” you extended your arm, letting him effortlessly slip off the overall, revealing the pretty sundress you were wearing underneath.

umemiya chuckled at your dramatic response, his eyes admiring your appearance as he slid the overall down your arms. “it’s not that difficult," he replied, his tone amused. “you just need to get past the initial shock of not being surrounded by luxury and fashion all the time.”

he stepped around to your back, gently folding the overall as he spoke. “besides, there’s something almost... therapeutic about working with your hands in the dirt. it connects you to something simpler, more real.”

you huffed playfully, crossing your arms and giving him a mock pout. “i think i’ll stick to being surrounded by luxury and fashion, thank you very much,” you teased, watching as he knelt back down to put your boots back on.

his touch was gentle as he slid the boots onto your feet, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made your breath hitch slightly. then, to your surprise, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your leg, just above the boot. the scent of your strawberry-scented lotion lingered in the air as his lips lingered for a moment, sending a shiver up your spine.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though your voice had softened, the playful edge fading as a warm feeling spread through you. you bit your lip, trying to hide the small smile forming. “but i guess i’ll forgive you if ice cream is still on the table.”

he laughed softly as he looked up at you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of affection and mischief. “of course, ice cream is still on the table, princess,” he assured you, his tone now low and seductive. “i wouldn’t dare back out of a promise.” he slowly rose back to his full height, his body now towering over yours as he looked down at your face. “but,” he purred, his voice almost a whisper, “there’s one condition.”

he leaned in a bit closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “you have to admit,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on your face, “you enjoyed yourself a little today, didn't you?”

he knew it was a risky move, but there was a certain thrill in teasing you like this, in attempting to coax a hint of vulnerability out of your spoiled exterior.

he placed a hand on your hip, his touch firm yet gentle. “i won’t give you the ice cream until you admit it,” he whispered, his lips hovering only a breath away from your skin. “come on, princess. just a little confession from you, and the sweet treat is all yours.”

you hummed teasingly, a playful smile spreading across your face as your fingers brushed against the fabric of his bofurin jacket. leaning in slightly closer, you met his gaze, your voice dropping to a sultry murmur. “well, maybe i did enjoy myself a little today,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“after all,” you continued, a teasing lilt to your tone, “i got to see all those biceps of yours working hard in the sun.” you let your eyes wander over his toned arms, glistening slightly with sweat, and added with a smirk, “i mean, how could i not enjoy seeing you look so sexy?”

you watched as a faint blush crept across his cheeks, and the satisfaction of teasing him brought a flutter of excitement to your chest. “so yes, i enjoyed it—mostly because of you,” you finished, leaning in a bit closer to let your words linger in the air between you.

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, his eyes darkened with desire as your words hung in the air. he didn’t expect you to admit your enjoyment of the day so easily, and your playful banter sent a rush of heat through him.

he took one step closer, his body pressing against yours now, still slightly sweaty and smelling of earthy musk. “so you admit you were checking me out, huh?” he mused, his voice low and sultry. “admiring my biceps, you say?”

you hummed softly, your fingers trailing over his bicep, feeling the strength beneath your fingertips. “well, maybe i was checking you out,” you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “but that just means i have good taste.”

you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “how about we skip the dirt and take that ice cream to my room instead? it’s cold under the AC, and we can relax without worrying about getting messy.”

you arched an eyebrow, a playful challenge in your gaze. “just you and me, enjoying some ice cream and each other’s company. sounds much better than this sweaty rooftop, don’t you think?”

a wicked smile curved his lips as he tilted his head slightly, his gaze traveling over your features, taking in the sultry look in your eyes. “hmmm, now that’s a proposition i can definitely get behind, princess.”

he brought his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. his hands began to wander, sliding up your back, their touch hot and firm against your skin. “let’s get out of here while we can,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

he bent slightly, scooping you up into his arms in a fluid motion. you were surprisingly light, your body molding easily against his chest. his muscles rippled under his shirt as he held you, a silent testament to his strength.

“i’ll take you to your room,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, “and we’ll forget all about plants and dirt for the rest of the afternoon.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 9

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Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: in the land of delulu.

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Steam rises around you as you lower yourself into the water. It might be relaxing but your flesh doesn’t meet porcelain. Instead, you lay across the man who sighs beneath your weight. Just as soon as you recline, Lloyd’s arms are around you. 

You flinch as he grabs his other arm and squeezes you close. You tense as he remains completely lax between you. He’s relaxed and confident. He knows he has control. 

“Ah, jellybean, isn’t this nice?” He rocks you with him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this.” He’s right, you don’t. The more he talks, the more you suspect he’s been watching you for longer than you realise. And he talks a lot. “You and I. Happy. Together.” 

He unclutches his hand and it wanders up your naked chest. Goosebumps rise at the reminder of your nudity. He’s the only person who’s seen you like this. He’s the last person you would want to. You squirm as you feel him harden beneath you.  

His other hand walks to your thigh. He tickles your skin and pushes his fingertips firmly into your soft flesh. You shudder as his touch sends a tingle through you. 

“So, since we’re doing this the not-so-fun way, how about a trip to Las Vegas? We can hit a drive-thru chapel then stop at the casino. Gamble a little, fuck a lot--” 

“Vegas?” You echo. “I...” 

“Oh, yeah, you’re classy, aren’t you, bean? Yeah, that’s not right. Vegas. For my wife. Did you know you can get married pretty easily in Hawaii. And it’s gorgeous,” he purrs. “You’ve never been to Hawaii.” 

You wince. Each time he tells you how much he knows about you, you remember how little you know of him. Where did he come from? How did he find you? And what kind of man nonchalantly gasses someone one out after a whole stalking campaign? This is absurd. You just can’t believe it’s real. 

As he fondles your chest, you’re assured that it is very real. 

“Your heart’s racing,” he shifts his hand to spread flat above your tits. “You’re excited. Me too, bean. Me too. I promise, this ain’t just about the sex. Which I am very much rock hard about. No, jellybean, this is about us. About us expressing our love for each other. Sealing it. A pact to be together. Forever.” 

He laughs. You might even call it a giggle. He nuzzles your hair and hums. 

“Look what you’ve done to me. I feel like a teenager. I’m... I’m just... happy. I’ve never been more certain of anything, bean,” he purrs as he flutters his fingers down your stomach. “You know, I always thought marriage was stupid. Women, they were fun. Something to play with.” He pets your pelvis as he speaks. “I know, I know, I won’t mention the past. You don’t need to know about my mistakes. I was lost without you, jellybean. Stupid. Those women. Sluts. They mean nothing.” 

You stiffen and catch his wrist. His splays his fingers, then curls them. 

“I know, I’m getting impatient. Promise, I’ll be your good boy. I can wait.” He hooks his other arm around you. “Tell ya what. We’ll relax, get freshened up, then we can go book our flights, and look for a pretty dress.” He rambles on as you stare at the ceiling in horror. Everything you say is just a hurdle he easily jumps overs, “and some sexy lingerie. Only the best for my, bean, right?” 

It’s a good thing he can’t see your face. As clueless as he is, you think your disgust would be all too obvious.  

🩷

Lloyd has everything ready to go. Tickets, luggage you’ve never seen before, and even a passport. You never had a passport. You never travelled and you could never spare the money for the expense of it. That eerie suspicion rises again. How long has he been plotting to dismantle your entire life? 

The question hardly matters. You can’t go back. He’ll make sure of that. He already has. What is there to go back to? An empty apartment and no job. You doubt the company will buy the ‘oh sorry, I was kidnapped’ excuse. 

As unprepared you are for any of this, the airport is well beyond anything you can bare. As you enter, you’re struck by the sheer number of people and the noise alone is enough to make your ears itch. You stand in line with Lloyd, searching around for any sliver of hope. This is it. You get on that plane, and that’s the end. 

You cover your ears as your head begins to pulse. Lloyd nudges you as the queue moves ahead of him and you pull your luggage along. He hands over the boarding passes and your IDs, then helps get the bigger bags onto a cart. He retrieves his phone and the passports and leads you off towards security with only your carry-on. 

You shrink down as you’re crowded on both sides. Lloyd startles you as he rubs your back. You glance over at him with wide eyes. 

“Once we get through security, we can head over to the diamond long, jellybean. Less crowded there,” he keeps his arm around you, “only the best for wifey.” 

You turn your head straight and stare at the back of the stranger in front of you. You hate this. You never enjoy being among the general public but this is all too much. There’s so much sound and people and moving. It’s chaos. 

You hold your breath until your eyes threaten to bulge. You slowly let air through your nose as your eyes flick back and forth. You want to run but there’s nowhere to go. 

Lloyd ushers you forward and your feet drag. When it’s your turn, you walk through the scanner then stop for them to wave a wand around you. You wait as Lloyd collects his watch, phone, and wallet from the tray. 

He comes to you and takes your carry-on from you. He directs you around as you look around at the people rushing by. Faces blur and voices blare. You only move in hopes of being free of this. 

He leads you through a tunnel and the wall of noise fades behind you. You come into a lobby with a desk labeled Diamond Lounge. A woman greets you with a chirp but it’s much preferable to the chattering and yelling of before. 

Lloyd shows your boarding passes again. The woman says something but you can’t discern her words clearly. You're tugged by your hand into another room. 

The lighting is softer and the space is sectioned by leather seating and mounted televisions, and low tables. There are artificial fires set into the walls and pillows waiting on the cushions. You follow Lloyd to a couch and he sits you down beside him. 

“Hey,” he puts his hand on your shoulder, running his thumb up and down, “jellybean, you okay? You look foggy.” 

You look at him and cough. Your chest aches from holding your breath. You nod and sit back. His hand slips away from you. 

“Bean?” He murmurs. 

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Another woman in a white blazer similar to the one behind the desk appears. She pours two glasses of bubbly wine. You watch her and say nothing. 

She leaves and Lloyd caresses your knee. You stare at his hand. The dress he put on you chafes. You want jeans and a tee shirt. 

“I...” you begin hoarsely, “hate people.” 

He stills his hand and covers your knee, “I know, baby. Me too. We’ll be okay. It won’t be so bad from here.” He drags his hand away and takes the stemmed glasses, “here,” he offers you one. “Cheers.” 

You take it and hold it up. He clinks his against it but you do not drink. He sips but stops himself. 

“This will be good for us, jellybean. Just think, a proper wedding would be overcrowded, overpriced, and overdone. You know,” he leans towards you and grins, “what I love about you, besides the fact that you’re gorgeous from head to tits to ass to toe, is that you like simple things.” 

You blink at him and take a gulp. This isn’t just a flight or a shotgun wedding, this is your whole life. This man, this maniac, is never going to let you go. 

“You need anything? You hungry? You want a blanket? You can relax, baby--” 

You think about that more. He’s as good as giving you a life sentence. With him. It’s not just terrifying, it’s enraging. He’s enraging. He never stops. 

“I need you to shut up,” you snap without thinking. 

He recoils and his brows arch, “jellybean?” 

Your mouth opens and you stare at him. You wait for him to explode. To say something. He just looks at you, stunned. 

“I said shut up,” you repeat shakily. 

“Oh? I’m sorry, bean. I know you get a bit stressed from everything going on--” 

“Shut.” You trace a finger through the air, “up.” 

He takes a breath then shuts his mouth. He nods and pouts. He bats his eyes at you and sits back. You watch him uncertainly. He just looks back at you. You turn your attention to the glass of wine and drain it. 

Finally, some peace and quiet. 

🩷

Every little girl, every woman dreams of their wedding. Don’t they? 

No. Not you. Not ever. Never. Not in a million years. And to that man? 

To your surprise, the plane ride is quiet. You have your first-class seat and a pair of earbuds and an almost worryingly quiet neighbour. Since you barked at him to stop talking, Lloyd has obeyed. The longer he stays silent, the more you worry.  

Is he angry? You don’t want to care if he is but this man is dangerous even if he is ridiculous. He did gas you out of your former life. 

You disembark and he gets the bags. All of them. He’s suffocatingly servile. He loads the rental car and opens the passenger door for you. The only words he utters are ‘jellybean’ or some other redundant pet name. 

You chew your lip as you stare out the window. It’s gorgeous. It takes until that moment for reality to hit. You’re in Hawaii. You’re far away from home. Further than you’ve ever been. The beauty of the island battles with your displacement. 

The hotel is just as immaculate as the rest of the scenery. Lloyd checks you in and sends for the bags. You go to the balcony and stare off at the ocean as he fumbles around the suite. 

“On its way?” He says into the phone. “Yeah, that’s great. And the minister? Mmhm, yes, right on the beach.” 

You slump and cross your arms. You want to just fold into yourself. Maybe if you bash your head against the window... 

“Jellybean,” Lloyd calls to you. You cringe at the glass doors and turn your head slightly. He approaches, almost demure in his posture. “I don’t want to ruin our special day but there are a few things we still need to get ready for tomorrow.” 

You face him fully and stare. Now he wants your input? 

“You know I love you, right, bean?” He says, his lips twitching. He smooths his mustache with his fingers then shakes his hand out. You don’t have an answer, just an endless stare. “I’d do anything for you.” 

Love? Really? Right. He knows you as much as you know him. Not much. He might know about you, but he doesn’t really know you. And do anything for you or to you? Or to keep you? Because none of this is what you want. 

“Your dress will be your something new, and something old is your ring. Did I mention it belong to Elizabeth Taylor?” He smiles sheepishly, “so you just need something blue... I was thinking a garter? And something borrowed...” He puts his hands together and wiggles free his pinky ring, “you can try it on? Or just put it on a chain.” 

You squint at him. He’s crazy. That’s obvious but he really is. He thinks this is a dream come true. Not just his, but yours. This is an actual nightmare. 

“Well...” he takes your hand and presses the ring into your palm. “I know you need to rest before the big day so there’s some wine and whatever in the mini fridge. I can get you some champagne? Or something else? Are you hungry?” 

You shake your head and pull your hand from his. You turn away and look back through the window. You watch the coast and the peaceful lapping of water. You can’t be there right now, not mentally. So in your head, you’ll run out into the waves until they swallow you up. That’s much preferable. 

“Jellybean,” he says, “I’ll shut up now.” 

[lostinforestbound]

Hi! Could I request hcs from you on Rolan being jealous?

Absolutely! I had fun exploring this topic, so I hope you enjoy! This will be Rolan and a GN!Tav. To the people reading, Please feel free to add on to this and share your ideas!

Rolan and Jealousy

In Rolan's opinion, Jealousy is an improper and ugly thing to have; it sounds hypocritical when he gets jealous of a lot of things himself.

It's instinctive; his life has never been fair to him, and he never got to have what a lot of others do. It's deep rooted into his insecurity.

Loving parents? He wanted that, as his own family abandoned him. Food on the table? He wanted that too, why did he deserve to starve? Wizard Schooling? As an orphan, he never stood a chance of getting into one. No matter though, he doesn't need schooling! He's a prodigy!

Gods, he knows he shouldn't be jealous at all anymore, he will have everything he could ever want soon. It's unbelievably petty.

This jealousy starts extending towards Tav without him meaning to.

When they start taking interest in someone else, even if it's a simple conversation, his mind trails into the thought "That should be me."

As much of a loud, prickly person he is, he surprisingly says nothing about it. Instead is stews in his heart ready to burst, but he keeps it together.

Why is he so jealous if they're not even his partner? It's absurd and childish. Especially since he is unworthy of their attention. Once he has everything to provide for Cal and Lia, then he'll be worthy.

If Tav and him are together, it is a different story.

His jealousy is still quiet, but they notice how he holds their hand tighter when they speak to certain people. How his tail wraps around their calf. How he glares when other people decide to flirt with them.

Once he works on his own insecurity and Tav's reassurance that he's the only one for them, his jealousy starts fading away to nothing.

That doesn't stop him from playfully stealing them away from their companions with a "fuck off, they're mine".

Writing Blurb

When did he become such a prickly, bitter person? When, at some point of his life, did he become so jealous? Why is he so jealous of Tav, of all bloody people? Is it because they're a savior? That they saved his siblings where he couldn't? He should be grateful!

So why is he bitter, even though they saved everyone, including himself? Is he truly this entitled?

He doesn't see them approach him as he stews in his own thoughts. Usually he's not this insecure with himself, but he feels unworthy of them. He doesn't deserve them, not yet. The tower is not truly his, he has to refurnish everything to make it all of their homes. Cal and Lia love it so far, but there's still so much to be done.

Files need to be organized. All of the dealings fall on his shoulders now thanks to Lorroakan's demise. There's so much to do so he cannot truly have them yet-

His thoughts stop short when Tav kisses his cheek. "You're still dealing with these people? Don't you think it's time for a break?"

He subconsciously leans into the touch but stops when he realizes they pulled away. "I can't yet. There's too many-"

"You can do it later. Come have tea with me, or would you prefer some wine?"

He waves a dismissive hand, staring back down at the mess of papers in front of him. "I can't, Tav, they're all-"

A hand comes to his face, gently but firmly turning his head towards theirs. They don't say say anything at first, looking him straight into the eyes which makes him shut up instantly. He knows that determined look too well, and his mouth goes dry.

"You know I love you very much, right?" Before he could speak up, they continue on, "I'm already impressed with you. I don't need you to work yourself to death to prove you want to make this work. I love it here, and I love you. You shouldn't have to 'prove' anything to anyone, especially not to me."

"You're a savior-" Finger press to his lips before he finishes.

"I couldn't have done that without your help. Your arcane cannon saved my life that day. I thought I was done for until I called for your help," They state, pressing a kiss to his jaw then lips, "You're more than enough for me. Now, how about some reading and wine?" He closes his eyes briefly before that playful smirk returns, looking up at them. "I suppose if you want me to read to you that badly, I shall."

[n0tamused]

A/n: Not a one-shot but crack hcs! Hope you enjoy. I don't often write crack stuff but it is really fun when I get to it :)

Content: Dr. Ratio x Reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, no pronouns used, just crack overall, short and sweet

-While Ratio can have lots of patience for people of all walks of life, he has found a challenge within you and your form of intellect.. It would be arguably the first time Ratio has found himself in some form of a stumped state due to some of your questionable actions or phrases. He just has to sit back and wait for a moment until his brain sets itself back in place and he can think straight again

-He often scolds you, but no matter what he says it's like your brain translates it to something completely different, and even if his words are harsh you take it as if he complimented you and praised you to no end?

-Man is confused. To say the least

-Once he caught you losing nearly all your money against Aventurine, stating “third time's the charm”. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW POKER?! Even Aventurine was laughing along in all the confusion one can show without being odd, and he had to say he wouldn’t have taken the money,  this was just a ‘friendly-fire’ sort of thing, he says. Well that’s lucky for you, considering you had rent and food to pay for!

-He drags you away while you jest about it and also apologize too, because he looks like he’ll explode

-Ratio may or may have not hit the top of your head with his codex..once or twice, but it’s all in good spirits - trust

-He really does mean well, especially if he seriously sees you struggling with something. He won’t hand you the answers on a silver platter unless it's a last resort sort of thing, but he would prefer to guide you to the answer, basically making you think outside the box and such until you arrive at the answer yourself. He is always open to advice and keeps an open mind, and with that he could entertain an idea you may have, yes.. even the more... silly ones. But also be ready to be shut down immediately for the absurd ideas you may bring up. He doesn't waste time nor does he like or plan to.

-Dr. Ratio is the voice of reason in your life, and he's there to reel you back to the ground when you may be getting ideas for something that would not benefit you, or god forbid - if you plan to do something risky that could harm you or your reputation.

-He often goes out of his way to make sure you’re doing things on schedule, so waking you up, sending you a message to eat (no crisps, go eat something good, something healthy), he’d send you articles about things he remembers interest you, papers on your favored topics

-A more tender thing he does is do your hair. It’s a simple thing yet it means a lot to him and you. Just a few minutes of quiet as his fingers thread or comb through your hair, brushing through it with meticulous moves, making sure he doesn’t pull or yank. 

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[alicerosejensen]

In short, I thought about it most of the night and made some notes on my phone.

I'm still translating part 3, but while I'm on vacation and have enough free time, I want to write headcannons.

specifically the jealous Leon. He is almost forty and his girlfriend is just over twenty. Don't get me wrong. I share moderate jealousy and excessive jealousy. For me, these are different things, so "WARNING! if you don't like reading this, just skip this post.

You have an absolutely healthy relationship (as far as possible with Leon's psyche). You don't give him any reason to doubt your loyalty to him.

He considers himself too "old" for all these hangouts, preferring to spend time in peace and stability after a long mission, but you are a young girl who wants to have fun with friends from time to time (among which there are guys).

Leon has nothing against your entertainment and does not interfere with communication with others. Although, some selfish part of him wants you to spend more time with him, but he won't talk about it out loud.

Of course, he understands that others may like you too. You see, Leon still doesn't understand what you saw in him when you could date someone of your peers. It all started as a silly joke, and then you both wanted more from communicating with each other. And it's not just about sex.

You took care of Leon when you stayed at his place overnight, and in the morning you made breakfast with coffee, asking if you brewed it too hard. And while Leon is having breakfast, you always kiss him on the back of the head. Something that Ada or anyone else has never done.

After that, the cute attentions from you mean too much to Leon. He is a bit old-fashioned and will probably ask for official consent if you want to be in a relationship with him, despite his frequent absence and age difference.

“Do I need to sign some kind of agreement? Like, yes, I agree on all points to become your girlfriend? Signature and today's date?“ - You laugh with Leon, adjusting the shirt you stole from him in the morning when he says that he does not have such a paper and an oral agreement will be enough.

Leon will in no way publicly cover his personal life because of his work. Putting you in potential danger is not what he wants at all. Yes, he is happy to spend time with you, but if someone asks him about your relationship, he will say that there is nothing serious about it. Just a girl who agreed to spend the night with him. And only the closest (and there are almost no such people at all, so the circle narrows down to Claire, Helena and, perhaps, then Hannigan) will know about his real attitude towards you.

He also likes to take care of you. In general, he will gladly take a shower with you, soaping his head with shampoo after which he makes funny hairstyles so that he can laugh with you about it later.

He takes care of you if you have a painful period / you have a cold / just not in the mood. To show reciprocal care for a partner is a joy to him.

He won't show any signs of jealousy until you tell him that the main character of the movie/series is too gorgeous and you wouldn't mind marrying him.

Of course it's a joke. He understands it himself, but it hurt him unpleasantly.

It will never go to the point of absurdity. It's just that Leon doesn't quite like it when he accidentally sees you in correspondence with a friend discussing some cute actor/model/singer or other public personality admiring his beauty and charisma.

"Come on, he's not that good!" - in the end, he can't stand it when he's already in bed with you.

“Who?" - You ask innocently, stupidly blinking your eyes and looking straight at Leon.

“That guy from the movie. You can't do this trick in real life, it's a fucking special effect. And anyway, you don't like him, but the one he plays. I doubt he's ever held a real gun in his life.”

After that, Leon will lie down on the other side, leaving you completely perplexed.

It's stupid to be jealous of the handsome guy from the movie, he knows it himself. He just thinks that his age can still become an obstacle to your relationship, especially when he is often not at home and he is so much attached to you.

However, if some brat decides to start flirting with you thinking that "a lonely young girl needs company" Leon will immediately appear out of nowhere grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him.

At the same time, he will send a scathing look to the man.

Sometimes Leon can be very sarcastic towards you, but then he himself will feel guilty for it.

I think the longer he is in a stable relationship, the stronger his love for his partner becomes, and he doesn't care how much younger you are!

He loves you, and the thought that you might leave him for someone else bothers him. Therefore, sometimes Leon takes flirting with guys with hostility.

He is not one of those who will make a scandal out of the blue, but most likely will hold an explanatory conversation with you at home.

He just wants to make sure that your relationship with him is not a fun game for you.

Maybe he just took a friendly conversation like that, but you don't consider a conversation with a friend to be flirting.

It will be done professionally and unnoticeably (until morning), but Leon will leave you noticeable marks. How were you supposed to know that a sweet kiss on your neck would turn into a hickey?

Pretty hard to hide if it's summer or spring outside.

But Leon doesn't regret judging by his smug grin.

You're his woman. Of course you have complete freedom of action, but that asshole will know that you have someone and there is nothing to bother with an invitation to a date.

[i-luvsang]

meet-not-so-cute!au — song mingi

for : 1.5k milestone event ➖⟢ pairing : mingi x gn!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff, light angst ➖⟢ cw : sooo not proof read or edited, swearing, falling into water? ➖⟢ wc : 1.7K. enjoy sweet 🎧 anon!

moodboard : meet-not-so-cute!au + s.mg

⟢ falling into a fountain was absolutely not in your to do list for the day

⟢ but here you are, sputtering and desperatedly trying to untangle yourself from the limbs of the stranger who toppled into you and sent the both of you over the edge of the fountain and into the shallow water

⟢ you saw it coming, but not nearly soon enough to do anything about it

⟢ you had glanced up from your phone as you sat on the fountain’s ledge, a natural reaction to some person’s distant shout from somewhere across the square

⟢ but your gaze stayed up, caught on the handsome face of a tall man about to walk past you

⟢ only then did the reason for the shout come to your attention as a recklessly driven motor scooter speeds onto the side walk right in front of you

⟢ it seems that, in the same moment, the handsome stranger notices too, his surprised expression likely matching your own

⟢ he swerves just in time, remaining unharmed by the motor scooter until he trips in his rush to get away

⟢ and unlike the slow motion scenes in movies and dramas, it happens so quickly that you barely register him falling on top of you before you’re crashing backwards into the water

⟢ the only thing spared is your phone, as it goes flying out of your hand and clattering to the ground

⟢ you let out a yelp as you fall, but unlike you, your handsome stranger seems to have had enough time to react, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and using the other to break the fall

⟢ hitting the bottom of the fountain hurts, but not too much considering the short fall and the man’s efforts to lessen your impact

⟢ it’s beyond a huge mess, with water splashing into your mouth and the side of your face squished into this stranger’s chest as your clothes become soaked by the water

⟢ he rolls off of you, not without difficulty, and you sit up, spitting water out of your mouth and grimacing hard as you wipe at your face

⟢ you look yourself up and down, then turn your gaze to the man who is noticeably still very handsome when he’s a mess

⟢ you find some comfort in knowing he looks just about as pathetic as you and fight the sudden urge to burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all

⟢ the man’s on his feet before you, standing over you and holding out a wet hand, apologies tumbling out of his mouth

⟢ you gladly accept his help, face heating up when you forget to let go of his hand for a full few seconds after you’re securely on your feet

⟢ “thank you,” you smile awkwardly before telling him not to be sorry

⟢ “it’s not your fault some maniac who can drive for the life of themselves decided to go out and wreak havoc on the town for fun.”

⟢ “that’s true,” he responds, a smile breaking out on his face 

⟢ with that blow to your heart, it takes you several moments to remember that you’re still standing in the water

⟢ you clear your throat, once again feeling the weight of your awkwardness before climbing out of the fountain, him close behind you

⟢ picking up your phone from the ground, you’re glad to find the screen still intact and almost move to put it in your pocket

⟢ “jesus,” you mumble, half laughing as you say it

⟢ when you stand up, the man is just standing there, an unsure, lopsided smile plastered on his pretty face as a puddle of water forms at his feet

⟢ “are you okay,” he asks

⟢ you let out another little laugh, this time because you find it sweet of him to ask

⟢ “yeah, i’m alright, mostly thanks to you,” you assure. “but are you okay? trying to break our fall can’t have been comfortable.”

⟢ you try not to think about how it felt to be pressed against his body like that

⟢ his own laugh is a bit of a good natured scoff as he rolls his wrist a few times

⟢ “i’m all good,” he smiles, “might be sore for a day or two, but it’s not bad at all. and again, i’m so sorry about this whole thing. is there anything i can do to help you, buy you a change of clothes or anything like that?”

⟢ “oh, no no! that’s alright, i appreciate the offer, though, really. my apartment’s not too far, so i’ll just change there.”

⟢ he nods in understanding. “i just hope i don’t make you late to anything,” he goes on, and you love the way his voice is so earnest

⟢ “no, not at all! luckily i’m not busy, i hope you weren’t though.”

⟢ “i’m lucky there, too.”

⟢ he digs his toe into the ground, and you find it cute until you realize you’ve just been standing there looking at each other

⟢ then, you break, suddenly bursting into laughter

⟢ “god, this is ridiculous,” you say, voice almost shaky through the laughter that honestly could turn into tears

⟢ “jeez,” you mutter, before apologizing for your outburst. “i don’t want to keep you from getting yourself dry and all that,” you empathize as the discomfort and annoyance start to settle in

⟢ “right,” he responds, but doesn’t move

⟢ so you take the initiative and give him a final awkward smile and wave, “well, i’m off. have as good a day as you can after this!”

⟢ you turn and several steps away, begin to wish you asked for his number, no matter how weird that would be in this situation

⟢ you glance back, assuming you’d be lucky if you managed to catch a glimpse of his back headed away from you

⟢ instead, you make eye contact with him as he heads in the same direction, some meters away from you

⟢ then, your annoyance grows

⟢ you’re wet, walking through the streets looking like a complete mess, starting to get cold because of the breeze brushing past you, and the guy you thought was cute is a potential creep following you home

⟢ you regret telling him your apartment’s nearby for the sake of easing his guilt and pick up your pace

⟢ when you glance back, he’s still there, though he’s farther away this time due to your quickened steps

⟢ you think maybe he could just be headed in the same general direction, but when he takes all the same turns as you, you decide to confront him, however stupid that decision may be

⟢ you turn the last corner to your apartment, making sure there’s people in the area and waiting to see if he’ll show up

⟢ when a minute or so later, he rounds that corner, your anger seems to catch fire

⟢ before he can react, you storm up to him, voice harsh

⟢ “what the hell is wrong with you?” you question

⟢ he looks genuinely confused, but you go on before he can get in a word

⟢ “are you seriously following me home after knocking me into a fucking fountain and acting all nice about it?”

⟢ “i– no, oh my god, that’s not what–”

⟢ “don’t act dumb, am i seriously supposed to believe you just happen to be headed to the exact place as me? you were literally headed in the opposite direction before we fell.”

⟢ he rushes to explain himself, and you’re almost disgusted by how genuine the sorry look on his face seems

⟢ “please, i am so, so sorry. i should have waited before heading home when i saw you headed in the same direction. you’re so right that this looks totally creepy, but i promise, i live in that apartment just right there.”

⟢ you turn your head to see where he’s pointing and scoff

⟢ “you live in my apartment,” you deadpan. “how’d you know that’s the one i live in? have you been stalking me? nevermind, don’t answer, just get out of here before i call the police.”

⟢ you back away as you begin to grow more afraid than angry

⟢ “no, i swear,” he practically begs as he fumbles for words. “i had no idea you live there, but i promise, i live on the fourth floor with my friend yunho and i swear i haven’t seen you before today. but i totally will get lost right now, i just don’t want to scare you if we run into each other in the apartment.”

⟢ that’s when total embarrassment hits you, and you wish you could go hide under a rock for all eternity

⟢ “you– you’re mingi?” your voice is suddenly quiet as you ask the question

⟢ “i– yeah?” now his face has gone back to complete confusion as your demeanor completely changes and you somehow now know his name

⟢ “fuck. i’m so sorry. i, um. i’ve met yunho a few times, that’s– that’s how i know your name, and jeez, i am so so sorry for flipping out on you like that.”

⟢ to say that you’re horrified is an understatement

⟢ “no! no, don’t be sorry, i 100% agree that i looked like a huge creep just now.”

⟢ you let out a hefty sigh and you’re back to wanting to burst out into laughter for some sort of emotional release in reaction to everything

⟢ and when you make eye contact with him again, he breaks out into stupid grin, and there’s no way for you to hold back

⟢ you both stand there, laughing at maybe nothing, clothes still dripping occasionally

⟢ “we should head inside,” you grin once you pull yourself together a bit

⟢ “definitely,” he laughs

⟢ you part ways in the stairwell when you reach the second floor

⟢ “so, uh– does it make me a real creep if i ask for your name and number?”

⟢ you grin at him when he asks, hoping it doesn’t show that you’re completely flustered

⟢ “definitely not. never thought i’d be glad to fall into a fountain, but here we are.”

[mya-valentine]

Of Oni and Foxfire: A Mischievous Rescue

Synopsis: When the ever-troublesome Arataki Itto lands himself in jail yet again, you—a playful and sharp-tongued kitsune—toy with the idea of bailing him out. Torn between teasing the boisterous oni and letting him stew in his predicament, you pay him a visit, playfully testing his patience before deciding whether to intervene. In true Itto fashion, chaos and charm ensue as he tries to win you over, making for an amusing encounter neither of you will soon forget.

It was a warm afternoon in Inazuma, and the subtle hum of activity from the city streets rose to meet the quiet sanctuary where you, a kitsune with centuries of wisdom and a playful glint in your eyes, found yourself. Much like Yae Miko, you reveled in the intricacies of life—both the serious and the absurd, leaning more toward the latter when it came to certain people. Today, that person was none other than Arataki Itto, the infamous leader of the Arataki Gang, who had managed to find himself imprisoned. Again.

Your ears twitched with amusement as the news reached your shrine. It was hardly surprising, but that didn’t stop the mischievous grin from spreading across your face.

"Ah, Itto," you murmured to yourself, stretching leisurely as you rose from your comfortable seat. "What sort of trouble have you gotten into this time?"

Itto had always been... well, Itto. Boisterous, carefree, and utterly charming in his own bumbling way, despite his frequent run-ins with the law. His adventures, or misadventures, seemed to find him behind bars more often than not, yet somehow, he always managed to win over those who dared to cross him with his childlike innocence and over-the-top bravado.

You contemplated the situation for a moment. Should you let him stew in his latest predicament? It wasn’t as if this was the first time. No, this was just another chapter in the ongoing saga of Arataki Itto versus common sense. But then again, the idea of visiting him—perhaps teasing him a little while he was at his most vulnerable—was far too tempting to resist.

"I suppose I could spare some time to see him," you decided, your voice laced with playful intent. "After all, I wouldn’t want poor Itto to think I don’t care."

With a flick of your tail, you began the short journey to the jail, your fox-like instincts already conjuring the various ways you could toy with him. It was a game, after all, and Itto was just too fun not to play with.

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The Inazuma City jail was a modest building tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, though its notoriety was undeniable. As you approached, the guards outside gave you wary looks, fully aware of who you were. Your presence carried weight, not just because of your status as a kitsune, but because your personality mirrored that of Yae Miko—always one to create ripples where things might otherwise have been calm.

"Here to see Itto again?" one of the guards asked, trying to mask his nervousness.

"Of course," you replied with a coy smile, your tone sweet but with an edge. "I heard he’s gotten himself in trouble. Again."

The guard sighed, gesturing for you to enter. "He’s in the usual cell."

You glided into the building, your steps light and deliberate. The moment you stepped inside, you could hear Itto’s unmistakable voice echoing through the corridors, regaling his fellow inmates with what sounded like an exaggerated account of his latest escapade.

"And then—bam! I took down that Oni Kabuto with one swift punch! You should’ve seen it, guys. It was legendary!"

You suppressed a laugh, shaking your head at the grandiose tale. As much as Itto's stories were always larger than life, they were also part of his charm.

As you approached his cell, you saw him lounging against the bars, his crimson horns peeking out from his wild hair, a confident grin plastered across his face as he recounted his adventure. He hadn’t noticed you yet.

"Arataki Itto," you called, your voice dripping with amusement.

His eyes snapped toward you, widening in surprise before that signature grin of his grew even wider. "Hey! [Name]! What are you doing here? Come to bask in the glory of the one and only Arataki Itto?"

You let out a soft chuckle, resting a hand on your hip as you gave him a teasing look. "Bask in the glory, you say? All I see is a reckless oni who’s found himself behind bars once more."

Itto scratched the back of his head sheepishly, though his grin didn’t falter. "Aw, come on, it’s not like I meant to get caught. It’s all a misunderstanding, really."

"A misunderstanding?" you echoed, arching an eyebrow. "Care to explain, or should I take a guess?"

He puffed out his chest, ready to launch into another over-the-top explanation, but you held up a hand, silencing him before he could begin.

"On second thought, I think I know exactly how this went down. You, in all your infinite wisdom, probably challenged the wrong person to a duel or perhaps engaged in another one of your ridiculous beetle fights. Am I getting warmer?"

Itto deflated slightly but gave a hearty laugh. "Okay, okay, maybe there was a little beetle fighting involved... But it was for a good cause! I had to defend the honor of the Arataki Gang!"

You smirked, leaning casually against the bars of his cell. "Defend the honor of your gang? And now here you are, their leader, locked up while they’re free to do whatever they please. Some leader you are."

His expression turned serious for a brief moment, his brows furrowing. "Hey, I’m still the boss, even if I’m behind these bars. They know what to do, and they’ve got my back."

You tilted your head slightly, considering him for a moment. Despite his usual bravado and carefree nature, Itto truly cared about his gang and the people in his life. It was one of his more endearing qualities, even if he never quite managed to stay out of trouble for long.

"You really are hopeless," you said with a sigh, though there was no malice in your tone. You were enjoying this far too much to be genuinely annoyed. "I wonder... Should I even bother bailing you out this time?"

His eyes widened, and for the first time since you arrived, he looked genuinely concerned. "Wait—bail me out? You’d do that?"

You leaned in closer to the bars, your voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "I could... but where’s the fun in that? Maybe I’ll leave you here a little longer. Let you reflect on your poor life choices."

Itto reached out through the bars, his large hands grasping at the air as if trying to catch you. "Aw, come on, [Name]! Don’t be like that! I promise I’ll make it up to you! Just let me out, and I’ll... I’ll take you on the greatest adventure you’ve ever had!"

You laughed softly, enjoying the sight of him trying so hard to win you over. He really was like a big, overgrown child sometimes, and that only made teasing him all the more fun.

"And what makes you think I’d be interested in one of your so-called adventures?" you asked, your eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Because it’s me!" he replied, his grin returning full force. "And with Arataki Itto, you know it’s never boring!"

You pretended to think it over, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... I suppose you do have a point. But you’ve still yet to convince me. What’s in it for me if I let you out?"

Itto’s brow furrowed as he tried to come up with an answer, his mind clearly racing. After a moment, he straightened up, looking at you with determination in his eyes. "Okay, okay, how about this: I’ll owe you one. A big one. Anything you want. You name it, and it’s yours."

You chuckled, finding his offer both amusing and intriguing. "Anything, you say?"

"Anything," he confirmed, his tone resolute.

You let the silence hang in the air for a few moments, watching as Itto squirmed under your gaze. Then, with a sigh, you finally relented.

"Very well," you said, stepping away from the bars. "I’ll bail you out. But remember, you owe me."

Itto’s face lit up with joy, and he practically bounced on his feet. "You’re the best, [Name]! I knew you’d come through!"

As you turned to leave, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. Itto was an endless source of entertainment, and despite his many faults, you couldn’t deny that there was something endearing about him. He might have been reckless and a little dim-witted at times, but his heart was in the right place.

And perhaps, just perhaps, you enjoyed his company more than you cared to admit.

As the guards unlocked his cell, Itto bounded out with a victorious laugh, clapping you on the back with far more force than necessary. "I knew I could count on you! Now let’s get out of here and have ourselves an adventure!"

You shook your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you followed him out of the jail. Life with Arataki Itto was never dull, and though you’d never admit it to him, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Masterlist

[n4rval]

FUN VALUE 62: The Eccentric Genius

Isn't it odd how firsts are seconds? As in, should we consider the order of exposure by FUN value or follower number? Though I suppose goners are not meant to be linear at all. This is why all of the Followers reiterate that central piece of the story, yet, each of them offer an unique perspective that helps us piece together not only Dr. W.D. Gaster's current condition, but who he is as a character.

No, there is no typical way to look at a character who defies the very notion of a written script. To be atypical among the already strange, to fit right in yet feel so obviously alien, the sole lump of hard coal among shiny gems.

It makes sense why ASGORE took so long to hire a new Royal Scientist.

After all, the old one... Dr. Gaster. What an act to follow!

They say he created the CORE.

Coal that burns the most effectively and brings light to all around him, in more ways than one. Impossible only until someone steps forward and makes it possible, to pursue the most absurd of ideas and be stared at with either unease or awe, to make it an act to follow.

From the occasional inconvenient property damage, the unecessarily bulky gadget that looks like it came straight out of a cartoon ...

... to the grand opening speech nobody got a single word of but applauded for the flashy lights anyway.

However, his life... Was cut short.

One day, he fell into his creation, and...

Will Alphys end up the same way?

This bit can be particularly misleading at first glance, alluding to the idea of an accident or, possibly, a suicide of sorts. We already know how this bit played out, however, the mention of either instance is purposeful in a way the ideas complement each other.

To be special is to be strange, and loneliness is often the price of brilliance. It can be difficult to escape feelings of alienation when people seem to get along so naturally without having to make a conscious effort to understand and be understood. This parallel with Alphys isn't only due to their shared position, but the taxing demand for excellence that comes with it in exchange for belonging.

It wouldn't be a absurd to speculate that, possibly, Alphys would one day have a manic episode that would both be her greatest stunt and her last breath in this earth. Ah, but this is where they deviate, isn't it?

Beloved Dr. Wacky Dingus, too in love with life to leave it, yet never satisfied not to risk it - who continues to offer mystery and wonder, once through light, now through dark.

[tinyundercover]

You should write prompt seventeen with pepper and Felix if your feeling up to it!

17. “How many fingers am I holding up? … I don’t have six fingers.”

non-canon(?) one shot with Pepper and Felix :]

word count: <1000

“Pep, I know that you’re a good climber, but that might be a bit too high.”

Felix’s hesitant voice floated up to him, and Pepper grinned, peering over the edge of the tree branch. Below him, blue eyes glanced over his small figure, wide and worried, and Pepper was enthralled by the sight of Felix so far below him.

“You look short,” Pepper remarked, blissfully casual.

Felix made an exasperated noise, placing his hands on his hips. “Just be careful, please?”

Since the weather had been so pleasant, the pair of them had decided to explore a small park near Felix’s university. They spent the evening in the welcoming, warm greenery, which Pepper particularly enjoyed.

Pepper, who had brought his hook, insisted on trying to climb a tree. Felix, who could never bring himself to say no to Pepper, had begrudgingly set him on a low branch of a tree that he prayed would keep the borrower stable.

Now, Pepper was several feet above Felix’s head, and the human’s stomach was twisting in knots.

“I’ll be fine,” Pepper assured, twirling his hook in his hand. He stepped back, craning his neck to find the next branch to climb to.

“How high are you planning on going?” Felix asked, attempting to keep his voice calm and level.

Pepper hummed. “To the top,” he decided, a laugh playing on his lips.

(Internally, he knew he would never risk his life by climbing that high. It was just fun to mess with Felix a little.)

“The top?”

“What, do you not believe in me?” Pepper snickered.

Felix sputtered. “Dude, you’re gonna die.”

The borrower raised an eyebrow, resting his hook on his shoulder. He stepped back to observe his human better. “Felix, I’m an expert, I would never— oh!”

He stepped back a bit too far, and when his heel suddenly dipped, his heart jumped. Throwing his hands out for balance wasn’t enough to stop his stumble, and suddenly he fell backwards, off of the branch.

For a single moment of terror, Pepper was falling. His life flashed before his eyes, and immediately he tensed, preparing for his certain death on the grass below.

He hit something warm and solid, and he was shocked to realize he wasn’t lying on grass. The world spun around him, a blue sky and thick tree branches swirling above him in circles.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, Pepper? Are you okay? Fuck!”

Pepper blinked several times, heart pounding. He vaguely processed the terror-stricken voice above him. Numbly, his small hands patted the palm below him. A hand. He was in a hand. Not grass.

“Felix?” Pepper asked blearily, bringing a shaky hand to his forehead. It was hard to differentiate the blue sky from the wide blue eyes looking down at him.

“Are— are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?”

The borrower squinted at the large hand above him, swirling and blurring. “Fuck, uhm… I don’t know, six?”

He registered Felix’s face going blank. “I don’t have six fingers,” the human pointed out, exasperation taking over his tone.

“Oh.” Pepper dropped his head back, resting on Felix’s thumb, chest heaving. “Huh.” His lips twitched into an amused smile, and he began to laugh at the absurdity.

The human sighed heavily, finally deciding for himself that Pepper was relatively unharmed. He pulled the borrower to his chest, listening to Pepper’s small hum in response. “Alright, I think it’s time to go,” he pointed out, turning on his heel and beginning to walk towards the parking lot.

Pepper was finally beginning to regain his awareness of his surroundings, sitting up. He blinked up at the human, smiling despite his flush. “Okay, so… maybe I’m not an expert climber.”

Felix didn’t respond, visibly exhausted, but a smile quirked at his lips.

The borrower glanced around, taking in the sight of the pale hand around him, and a realization crossed his mind. “Oh… uh, Felix?”

“Mhm?”

Pepper grinned sheepishly. “I might have left my hook in the tree.”

Felix’s heavy exhale was more noticeable to Pepper, who was currently being held against the human’s chest. “I’m gonna kill you,” Felix said simply, but he immediately turned and approached the tree again without any further argument.

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hee hee this isn’t edited or anything. just pepper being an asshole <3 don’t worry though felix loves him

ty anon for the prompt!!

[gallusrostromegalus]

So...uhh, you mentioned that tousen is the one captain who zaraki "if you don't fight with both joy and intention to kill you are a bitch" kenpachi actually respects because he punches WAYYYYY above his weight class, and you also mentioned that even if he is very skilled with it, suzumushi still isn't his sword. My questions are: In the event tousen gets his sword, what happens to suzumushi? he now has two zanpakuto? he can use both? can he actually do bankai with both? At the same time? My my second question is: If he gets his own zanpakuto, he will be able to punch SO MUCH HIGHER above his weight class, and with who it would actually be a fair fight with him at that point? because my man has both skills and absurd power now, so most captains can't top that. If you cannot respond to either of those questions because spoiler spoiler, just give me a "yes.", please and thank you

Short, minimal-spoilers responses:

Suzumushi dies. This is apparent from the second Kaname picks her up- she should have died with Kakyo and is living on stolen time.

The reason Kaname is so weak compared to the other captains is that, since Suzumushi is not *his* Sword, she takes A SHITLOAD of energy for him to keep alive, let alone use. The Curse he has in the fic does not help this situation! Suzumushi also changed her attacks to make working with Kaname easier, so even with all the added energy, her output is bad. Their partnership is generally wildly inefficient, but still a miracle- what he's doing should be, at most, only theoretically possible.

Suzumushi dies *in the middle* of Kaname's fight with Aizen, and my favorite scene in the drafts folder is him manifesting his own Zanpaktou in the middle of the fight to continue.

Which is another Only Theoretically Possible thing, and it evaporates when Kaname collapses

Eventually, he is sent to visit Oetsu to Actually Properly Forge his Zanpaktou (and uh. Update the royal guard on the everything that's been happening), but he does not get a second sword.

Because Koumori is not a Sword :)

Without going into too much detail, Kaname can now use his Zanpaktou properly and yes, it's very Rock-Lee-Dropping-the-Training-Weights. He has now properly entered his weight class, AND all that time working with Suzumushi is paying dividends.

Kenpachi is at first, DELIGHTED that Kaname can kick his ass even harder.

Then SPECTACULARLY DISAPPOINTED, Because Koumori is not a weapon for fighting, but a tool for stopping fights in their tracks, and particularly Noxious to Kenpachi, whose first life was as a sword.

Sure, he probably could beat Kaname and Koumori, and it'd be a hell of a struggle, but it would not be FUN. It would be the opposite of fun. He'd rather go get a root canal than fight that Fucking Thing.

[cosmosnout]

KH OC WEEK 2024

Day 2: Past

Shiro

Though Shiro themselves no longer remembers much about their past, they had quite an adventurous childhood. Shiro’s life has been rough and tumble from the very beginning as a young keybearer and they’re no stranger to finding themselves on an adventure.

The most important memories for Shiro are, of course, those spent with their friends in Twilight Town. Ephemer and Skuld were definitely considered Shiro’s best friends during that time, and the trio would spend countless hours running around trying to chase down the mysteries of the fortellers.

Shiro was also very close with their party members (the little weirdos from KHUX( /lovingly)) and would go on many adventures with them to grow stronger, and mostly to just have fun.

Chirithy and their dream eater companion where also very important people(creatures?)in Shiro’s life.

Shiro met the of the other dandelion leaders later on but didn’t have too much time with them due to the world kinda ending.

Usually during the time of fairytales, when someone discovers they were a keyblade weilder, they’d find themselves wondering into Twilight town one way or another. Shiro, however, was actually born there and doesn’t ever recall having a family or living outside of the town.

But yeah, otherwise, their childhood/pre-teen years were spent following the plot of KHUX, with the exception that they got to spend more time with Ephemer and Skype before being forced to part ways.

As children, Aiko and Viktor had a dream of building a spaceship to explore the stars with. They however, quickly realised that building a spaceship is a lot harder than storybooks made it out to be, so they instead settled on just looking at the stars.

It is still a memory they think fondly of years later. Not necessarily because of the absurdity of two children managing to build a functioning space ship, but because it was something they promised to do together. A promise of staying together.

(They immediately get separated, once they leave their world LMAO)

Viktor and Aiko both grew up pretty secluded from the rest of the world and had very little interactions with others.

Doing pretty much everything together was kind of a given, so having become separated from each other in the future neither of them took it very well.

Codependent idiots (lovingly) but they learn to exist outside of each other once they become older I swear.

I imagine their childhood home being a bit out of town near a beautiful meadow and forest that they’d play in.

(Oh, and they totally build that spaceship in the future once they realise that magic exists. It is extremely awesome, and I’d like to think Ansem’s apprentices will help them out with it once they finally get acquainted somewhere post kh3.)

Similar to Aiko and Viktor Merin and Tähti have been together since quite literally their birth. (Coming into existence together with no idea what you are is quite the bonding experience.)

Their creation happened under quite the confusing circumstances that naturally just had to involve old man Xehanort in it. Having had some unexplained part in their previous person's destruction, Xehanorts took the two under his wing for a short while. However, once he discovers the cause of the extraction failing (having both light and darkness extracted from the heart at the same time), he is quick to leave the two to fend for themselves as he continued on to advance his own goals.

(His goals were to create Vanitas. He just needed to know if extracting darkness from people was possible.) also, I say “unexplained part” in their creation, bc there’s no way that cryptic mummy gave them any sort of clear explanation for anything.

Vanitas was at least born with some sort of purpose and understanding of what he is, while these two were left to figure it out on their own.

You know those videos of otters holding hands while they float on top of water? Yeah, that’s what I think of when I think of Merin and Tähti.

They were pretty much in the same emotional state of ‘head empty’ as Roxas was when he first awakened.

They’ve come a long way from then tho

Also, I think for the two of them, having no idea who their previous person was is kinda like just having a whole piece of their being and self be missing. Just waking up someday to be told that you used to be somebody else, or more precisely, a part of somebody else, and now you need to exist outside of that person while also having no idea who that person was or if you’re really even your own person or just a part of somebody else.

Since I’m definitely more of an artist than a writer, I thought I’d add some other older drawings that I thought would fit the prompt. (TW old art /j)

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