#me leading him away like Two come on pls it;s not worth it

[xmoriartea]

SVSSS!Sibling Transmigration 2: Electric Boogaloo

a continuation of this nonsense that ya'll seemed to enjoy

While Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe hold hands and jump into the abyss, Airplane is left holding no pizza with the sect on fire (and him-damnit. He could really use a pizza right now)

Shang Qinghua helped organize the Immortal Alliance Conference fiasco, but with his brother's guidance and Mobei Jun's shocking willingness to listen to both of them, Cang Qiong suffers only two losses that day: LBH and SY (none of the other major sects are so lucky, shifting even more power into Cang Qiong (and thus SQH/MBJ)'s sway as they planned)

Shen Jiu (named Qingqiu now ofc, but still Jiu-ge to SY) does not handle his part in this well at all. Did he shove LBH into the abyss? He would say no. He just maneuvered an awakening and unstable Heavenly Demon away from his brother. (Bro did NOT account for said brother to throw himself at LBH and basically take both their asses into the abyss. Not even Airplane saw that one coming tbqfh)

So yeahhh. SJ is not handling this well. While his brother is missing SJ qi deviates no less than two times which has Qing Ding and every peak lord walking on eggshells. No one mentions either of his missing disciples unless absolutely necessary around him. Unfortunately, he spends entirely too much time researching the abyss, tearing through every tome on the peaks

When the lords try to discuss a way to help SJ's instability, the mention of dual cultivation is floated once and while YQY is hand on the trigger to volunteer as tribute, the vehement refusal from SJ has YQY declaring it off limits without hesitation (there are some murmurs about this, but YQY takes pride in protecting SJ and shuts everyone down)

Airplane and SY know each other well enough that he knows SY would be devastated if something happened to SJ (he knows SY had siblings, that he misses them, that his heart aches twice for the family here and home and he won't let him come back to an empty bamboo house. Airplane knows the pain of an empty home and he will find something in his brain to fix it)

This leads to one tense conversation with SJ like "Look I know you fucking hate me but for SY's sake please just listen one time: your brother is coming home. I don't know how exactly, but we both know he's too stubborn not to" (this does not endear him to his villain son, but he would swear SJ glares a little less at him after)

There is then a Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom tier research saga but it's Airplane alone digging through tomes and notes and getting a little xianxia stoned to try and remember the obscure world building he created. (You know what he remembers? That's he created TOO MUCH world building shit while three energy drinks deep at 2am for any one man to remember!! Cucumber-bro get back here!!)

Meanwhile MBJ is playing a differently game entirely while every cultivator is stressed out of their minds. He's got a spy who is assisting him with power grabs that his father would never have imagined. He's courting a pathetic little mouse of a man. LBH is not a name that means anything yet. MBJ is THRIVING. Everyone else is in a drama and he's in a dating sim

And with two Shangs? The first time he does something too aggressive-demonic in his attempt to court a flailing sleep deprived Airplane, SQH is there to be like 'wtf do you think you're doing you beast?' Does SQH nearly get his ass beat for this insult to his king? Maybe a little bit. But!! Airplane gets woo'd! Without bloodshed!! (his own anyway. SQH picks his battles and cannot pry MBJ's desire to hunt big, rare game to prove his worth as a partner to Airplane which ofc leads to moments of the Shang brothers just standing over the corpse of some ancient-possibly-mythical beast just... in their living room on An Ding like 'wtf do we do with this? my king pls')

Of course, the plot finds everyone eventually. And however the fuck it happens, MBJ crosses path with a power-grabbing LBH, is forced to surrender to return home alive to his consort-to-be (MBJ is waiting for the MBJ title to be 100% his before cementing the courtship), becomes second in command to this brat, and goes home to his Shangs to lick his wounds (MBJ does not expect Airplane to shake his face and demand to know if there was a human cultivator with this half-demon brat and then demand to be taken to them if so when MBJ just 'wtf' stares)

Turns out, several years in the abyss even for the protagonist and a man who knows far too fucking much about abyss nuances for a human is still not an easy time Being human in the abyss? It's a dinner bell for every big monster that SY wants to just observe like the worst tourist. LBH cannot figure out why his shixiong keeps putting himself in danger like this (shixiong!! if you know the deadly thing is hiding in this swamp what if!!! we didn't!! go in the goddamn swamp shixiong!!!) But! That abyss knowledge is hard to beat. SY is able to guide LBH through safe routes and help guide him on his demonic journey (LBH ofc asks how his shixiong knows about any of this and SY panic changes subjects like a dozen times. Even in the back of LBH's head Meng Mo is like 'kid IDFK what this brat is but it's not normal and I need you to 1. understand that and 2. do not let him get away') And you know what is great for SY (and by extension LBH)? SY isn't juggling a persona that isn't his. He's allowed to come to terms with himself and his feelings on his terms. He gets to watch his white lotus LBH fight alongside him in the abyss and save his life and oh. OH. Maybe. Maybe he can have this? (SY being SY is still like PLOT EXISTS!! HAREM!! WIVES!! And look. He figures his own shit out a little bit, he's still a blind bastard. He doesn't notice how many wife plots he and LBH have stumbled into together, or how many LBH has skipped entirely. He can just be part of the harem, that's fine. He can live with that. Totally normal thoughts) LBH meanwhile can't even spell harem cause he only has eyes for this weird wonderful shixiong of his Given that the plot is a mess (happening, sure, but a MESS) they stumble into a new wife plot in the abyss (How was SY supposed to know full humans triggered nonsense plots down here?? It's not like LBH's human wives were ever down here with him!!) and so SY might be dying a second time. (Whoops! Whoops! Whoops! (Hey System? STFU if you have nothing useful to offer thank you!!!) But you know what could help this mortal cultivator trapped in the abyss? Demon qi. You know who has a lot of demon qi he doesn't know what to do with?? Best boy Binghe, that's who (they're both young and awkward and SY is dying and Binghe can't lose him. He can't be left alone again. It's declaration and promise and hope and when he kisses his shixiong he wills the transfer of qi between their lips and he can feel the way SY grows stronger in his arms with it) Let's just say that even when they clear the realm of the abyss that threatened SY, LBH still persistently insists that his shixiong share his qi mwah! (SY does not put up half as much complaint as he once might have over his sticky shidi) Also you know SY is going to find some horrific abyssal monstrosity and decide it's just the best and cutest most perfect and loyal pet (it's an honest to god nightmare and everyone they encounter is afraid of it and Binghe shoots it glares whenever it steals his shixiong's affections HOW DARE??) With SY's omnipotent abyss GPS sense and LBH sharing his excess of demon qi with SY, they're able to find Xin Mo, break the seal on LBH's powers, and then continue on his training montage (definitely too unstable to go back to the mortal realm early), also he has a fantastic anchor in SY at his side to soothe the Xin Mo urges and (don't ask shidi, pls he's begging) also teach him how to tame the sword

Cut back to several years of time passing, Airplane squishing his king's face, demanding to know about a human cultivator with this heavenly demon only for MBJ to (still face squished) say he wouldn't call the man at LBH's side human per se but if this is what his Airplane wants, he will take him with him to the meeting LBH has arranged for the following day (now please, let him pout and huff and receive head scritches)

Hey you know how people always get taken aback by Xie Lian being just absolutely filled with ghost qi??? SY is a cultivator, not a god, just a lad trying his best to follow that immortal master path, and he just spent SEVERAL years in the abyss and getting regularly dosed by HEAVENLY demon qi — this boy ain't right anymore, guys. He's definitely feeling some kind of demon-tier different™ after all of this and man is THRIVING because Now That's What SY Calls Lore

Please imagine heavenly demon LBH with a demon-touched SY holding demon court with their weird demon allies when MBJ shows up flanked by two totally human Shangs and the just.... the awkward staring these four members of Cang Qiong do at each other (LBH, oblivious to the spy on the mountain plots, just 'why tf is Shang-shixiong and Shang-shifu here??) (SQH looking at LBH and SY and just taking furious mental notes about these Developments and how this may affect his brother's safety) (SY and Airplane just seconds away from slapping the shit out of each other like cats in a bag just 'where the fuck have you been???' 'what have you done???')

Court gets to proceed as planned, but Consorts Shen and Shang make hasty exits together to figure out just what the fuck has been happening to Airplane's plot (There is minimal sibling-tier beat downs in the process and neither is free from sin)

Airplane explains that SJ is a mess and that they need to do something if SY wants to continue having a brother ('bro, he will go off the deep end soon if he doesn't find you but if he finds you like this BRO WILL GO OFF THE DEEP END!! DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM??')

Their scheming gets them on the idea the Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom and between both their whipped demons, it's very easy to acquire it, cultivate it, and prepare it for SJ (ofc monster loving son SY shares some with a cute snake he sees, obviously)

SY sneaks onto Qiong Ding with their near ready science project and meets with YQY who is... not thrilled with the demonic influence all over his shidi's brother. But he listens, because end of the day they both care for SJ. SY can't risk SJ having another deviation if he sees him, so he entrusts YQY to present this fix to SJ: a way to repair his broken core and shed the scars of his past (ofc they both know he will be suspicious, but after doing his own research, he would take it in a heartbeat)

When SJ has a shiny new and powerful body, that's when LBH and SY return to the sect. No demon army, no attacks, no Huan Hua bs. Just two lost disciples making their return from the abyss. (There is much distrust. SQH plays his role as well as ever, siding with the other lords that certain tests must be passed to ensure they are not demons--- oh wait one of you IS a demon. and the other has been influenced by that one. Mhhh. Mhmmm. This is fiiiiiine)

SJ doesn't deviate! But he is! Mad! There is much yelling and shouting and disciples are made to run around Qiong Ding peak while every other lord just has to sit through the most chaotic family reunion.

But things can go back to normal from here right? Just casual transmigration, not plot threats? (System? System you're laughing. They're having a nice moment and you're laughing)

[reverie-starlight]

Hi! I would love to participate in your 200 followers event if I may? I want to request: Yellow - by Coldplay with Kenma please :3 thank you so much! And congratulations once again! ❤️❤️

Love,

Suzy

AHHH yes ofc!! and ty :)  i’m so sorry this took so long, but it’s here and i hope you enjoy it <33

i literally looked up a chart of the stars in tokyo from april 2016 (it gave me a random year idk either) for this fic to make it as accurate as possible, but i realized that i don’t really know how to read a star chart so if you happen to know a lot abt stars and where you can see certain constellations, pls forgive me for any inaccuracies k thx <3

(...also if you follow my side blog, you’ll find that a couple of the constellations/stars i chose weren’t random and picked as a little haha moment) 

gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, this might be one of my favourite things ever??

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you know i love you so // look at the stars, look how they shine for you and all the things that you do

“c’mon, kenma! hurry up!” 

“i’m coming, i’m coming just hold on one second,” your boyfriend grumbled a few meters down the hill you were standing on top of. you ignored his teasing remarks about patience being a virtue. 

it was date night and you got to choose the activity this time. you tried to keep it a secret for as long as you could, appeasing your boyfriend’s worries with lots of don’t worry, you’ll like it i promise!’s throughout the week. 

but the second you pulled out your designated picnic blanket and told him to get in the car, he knew immediately what you had planned for the night. 

when he was finally closer to the top of the hill (which was located in a park about 45 minutes from your apartment, just outside the city, but the trip was made longer by you insisting on getting take out for the excursion), he looked up at you and took in a sharp breath.

the way the moonlight was hitting your skin, making your eyes shine brighter than usual, and the backdrop of the stars sparkling behind you... if he could take a mental picture and store it away to remember in perfect detail later, he would. he was in awe of your entire being. 

(which wasn’t exactly a new feeling for him, but it was definitely worth noting that it was ten times more intense in that moment.) he wondered everyday how he managed to get someone like you to love him as much as he loved them.

he watched as you turned around and started to set the blanket down brows furrowing at the wrinkles that remained. setting the pillows down in the middle, he helped you pull the corners further apart to make the fabric smoother. 

you beamed up at him and kissed his cheek before arranging the pillows and plopping down on top of one, grabbing the bag of take out and setting it out. he followed your lead and sat down with you, happily taking part in the conversation and munching on the food. 

after a while, you both laid back and stared up at the stars. “that one with the three lines spewing from the triangle is camelopardalis. and you see that really bright star off to the right of jupiter? that’s regulus. it’s part of the leo constellation.”

kenma was torn between falling asleep to the sound of your voice, looking at the stars you were pointing out or looking at you. he was certain that you’d pout if he fell asleep in the middle of your date, so he decided on splitting his time between the other two.

he really did admire the stars, even more so since he started dating you. whenever you went stargazing with him, you tried to make sure the stars would be in a different position so you could show him “a new sky every time” as you put it. 

“i know it must be boring for someone who doesn’t really stargaze as a hobby,” you said sheepishly on your second stargazing excursion, a few months after the first one but already a year into the relationship. “but i think that even if you’re not into it, you can’t deny that looking up at the night sky without any city lights is a beautifully surreal experience.”

being there alone might be more daunting to him than surreal, looking up and feeling so insignificant in the universe compared to the dark expanse of the clear night sky, but as long as you were there to look up with him, he agreed. he didn’t feel small. it certainly was surreal. 

because for some reason when you were apart, they didn’t shine as bright. even as a teenager when he would walk home with kuroo from late night practices, he didn’t remember them ever being so intense. 

he knew it was because of the light pollution that came with being in the city, but he did also consider the possibility that it was all because of you. 

you, who could convince him to get out of the city for moments like these, moments where the stars actually would appear brighter because of something you did. 

you, who definitely deserved the stars’ best performance- you were special enough in his eyes and he hoped whatever higher power had your favourite pass time in their domain saw it too. 

you, who lit up his world like the stars lit up the night sky.

you, you, you...

“i love you,” he interrupted what you were saying completely on accident. he hadn’t meant to let it slip, but he couldn’t help it after seeing the reflection of the moonlight in your eyes again. the excited look on your face as you kept naming stars and constellations. 

you turned to face him, a shy expression appearing. 

a small smile formed on his lips. 

“i love you too, kenma.”

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the ending is a bit bleh but other than that, i really like this one. 

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acta, non verba

iron man one- part i

summary: as the next in line of tony stark’s countless lawyers, you know you’ve got you’re work cut out for you. little does he know, you aren’t afraid of his status and have no intention of tolerating his dumbassery.

wordcount: 1k

warnings: cussing, iron man 1 tony being a dickwad, really boring set-up stuff, inaccurate lawyer-speak because this is fanfiction not law school and I’m dumb, this is my first fanfic pls be gentle

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“None of them last longer than two months.”

“You really want to represent a man that gets into legal trouble every week?”

“Poor girl, you’ll be in over your head in no time.”

You’d heard it all multiple times, and frankly, you had learned to tune it out at this point. Your friends at the law firm may have had kind intentions, but you were bored and looking for a client that would actually present some sort of challenge. And Tony Stark was exactly the challenge you were looking for. He upheld a notorious reputation of going through lawyers almost as quickly as he went through women, and you figured he’d keep you at least somewhat entertained for a while.

“Hello, I’m Pepper Potts. You must be the lawyer that applied?”

Snapping out of whatever early-morning haze you were in, you smiled up at the red-haired woman in front of you and stood to shake her hand.

“Yes, that’d be me. You’re Mr. Starks assistant?”

Ms. Potts seemed to be amused by your comment, and stifled a laugh before whispering, “Assistant, maybe. Most of the time I feel more like his mother, though.”

You were mildly shocked at her comment, seeing as she appeared so... put-together. Her comment eased your worries that you’d be working around a bunch of uptight assistants for the foreseeable future, and you gladly let her lead you through the halls of Stark Tower. You’d already done your best to review the floor plan (getting lost on a job was rather embarrassing, and not something you had time for), but the tower was still a maze.

After several more hallways and some awkward smiles and “Hello”s to wandering employees, you arrived to what appeared to be Tony’s office. Before opening the door, Ms. Potts shuffled some papers around and handed you a small stack.

“Okay. All that you have to do is go over some basic procedural stuff, standard questions about why you want the job, some background stuff. He might ask you some uncomfortable questions, ignore him. Good luck.” After that warning, she opened the door and briskly walked away, leaving you standing in the doorway.

You watched her make her way through the hallway, parting past employees that were quick to get out of her way. Deciding that you liked her, a voice from the inside of the office almost took you off guard. Almost.

“Come in, kid. I’m not gonna bite.”

Motherfucker. He’d only said one sentence and you already wanted to throw him through a window. Throwing on a fake smile, you strolled into the office, confident as ever, and sat down in front of his desk. Taking a deep breath to prevent yourself from doing something rash, you managed to sound nearly-polite when you sighed out, “Hello, Mr. Stark. It’s nice to be able to be at this interview.”

He scrunched up his nose in what seemed to be disgust, “Please,” he said, and grinned before sticking his hand out, “Mr. Stark was my father. Call me Tony.”

You looked down at his outstretched hand briefly, before flashing back a matching grin and biting out, “No thanks, Mr. Stark.” Oh boy, possibly not getting this job was so worth seeing the shock on his face. He let his hand fall on the desk, and pulled a file from the mess scattered across his desk.

“Well, Ms. (Y/L/N), I have to say that when you listed your skills on your resume, you failed to include sarcasm.” he grinned, raising his eyebrows, seemingly waiting for your reaction. Shit. You absolutely needed this job. You kept your best poker face, and allowed yourself a slight smile as he flipped further through your application.

“Jesus, kid. Harvard alumna at 22, went straight into the business- you’re 23 and speak 4 languages?” The shock on his face was reward enough, even if your full skill set wasn’t on that sheet. You had never liked revealing all of your cards anyway.

“I have a very... advanced skill set, which- is why I think I’d be great for this job.” As much as you enjoyed showing off, you still needed this job. The combination of student debt and New York rent was kicking your ass, and you were tired of not being able to buy Starbucks more than once a week. Well, technically this was your second job but-

“Oh please. You had me convinced from the moment you snarked back at me. It’ll be nice to finally be around someone that has a spine.” He chirped, extremely laid back as if he hadn’t just interrupted your train of thought. Deciding you could still investigate more, you asked, “What about Ms. Potts? She didn’t seem like a pushover.”

At the mention of his assistant, Tony shifted in his seat, sitting up straighter as if he expected her to walk through the door and reprimand him for slouching. ‘Damn,’ you frowned internally, ‘she wasn’t kidding when she said she’s pretty much his mom.’

“Well, Pep’s more of a... responsible-slash-terrifying assistant. She doesn’t like fun very much.” You raised an eyebrow at that comment, figuring it was more so that Pepper just didn’t want to have any fun around him. Meh, that relationship seemed more complicated than you cared to delve into. There was a reason you got a law degree and not one in social sciences, anywho.

Tony seemed to have zoned out and you waved your hand in front of his face in an attempt to catch his attention. “Mr. Stark? Can I go?”.

He looked up, looking at least a little embarrassed that he was caught so unfocused, and waved you out of his office, yelling that he would email your schedule to you, and that all the finer details would be worked out by someone lower on the corporate chain.

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You quickly made your way out of the building, patting yourself on the back for not getting lost, and made your way to your small apartment. Texting a quick email to your actual boss, you kicked off your heels, and resigned yourself to another night of mindless reality tv shows. After the meeting with Stark, you didn’t have enough energy to keep up with anything else. Plus, it was a nice background noise while you took a moment to ignore the world around you.

This was going to be a long assignment.

a/n: ok this one was a bit shorter than I wanted it but hopefully it’s a start to a good hobby for me! love y’all

[gubler-me-up]

Old Friends, Old Habits (MGG Request)

Request: Can u write a cute smutty fic about mgg pls? Like seeing eachother for the first time in a while or something. Thanks! Love ya xx

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I know, I know, I said Thursday it would be published, but I was out and about my apologies. I stayed up until nearly 6 in the morning to get this out I’m actually so drained i’ll be in bed until 3 in the afternoon LOL that being said I hope it was worth the wait! 

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.1k

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“Y/N?”

You heard a familiar voice call out. You had been walking the streets of LA by yourself the whole day. You didn’t know anyone from there. You were only down there for a quick business trip. That voice though. The last time you heard that voice was a few years ago after seeing each other at a bar in New York. The rest was history.

You turned around and saw Matthew as he stood there in surprise. He looked delighted to see you after so long though. You two had become friends in university, but hadn’t seen much of each other after graduation besides that night at the bar.

“Well, isn’t it the superstar himself,” you said as you leaned in for a hug.

He grabbed you up in his arms and hugged you tight. His touch hadn’t changed in all these years. The last time he held you this close was in his hotel room as he gave you a hug and kiss goodbye in the morning.

He chuckled. “Superstar’s an overstatement. From the looks of it you’re doing big things since the last time we spoke.”

“Yeah, I finally moved from New York to Illinois and got a job at this company that pays me well enough now,” you said.

“See, I knew since NYU you’d do big things,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, you’re too modest for your own good sometimes, Matt. If your face isn’t in a magazine, it’s on T.V. or on the silver screen.”

He laughed as he continued to stare dangerously at you. You could tell he was reminiscing about the last time you two had bumped into each other. A friendly meet up with a few too many drinks which led the two of you to an intense make-out session in the back corner of the bar. A few more drinks after that led to Matthew ramming you from behind so hard in the washroom stall you thought your back was gonna break.

“Well, I’m not too much of a star to blow you off. How about I take you to dinner tonight? Only if you’re not too busy for me,” he said.

You giggled. “How could I ever be too busy for the Matthew Gray Gubler? That would be a crime if I ever saw one.”

“For someone who took business, you sure have a knack for the dramatics, Y/N. Maybe we can star side by side in a project one day.”

“I don’t know, I don’t feel like upstaging you like that.”

He laughed. “You can upstage me on any show as long as you don’t stand me up tonight. We can go to Bestia. I know how much you love Italian food.”

“Aw, you remember that? You’re too sweet.”

He smiled as he leaned in to hug you. You took that as a sign of him having to go. You were glad you could see him again later on. The innocent-seeming hug took a turn when you heard him whisper in your ear.

“I remember every inch of you.”

As you two split from the hug you could feel your heart race with excitement just by those few words he whispered. What made it even better was he had such a casual look on his face while you looked at him dangerously. The night portion of your chance meeting would definitely be an interesting one.

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Dinner had been going well for both of you. There was an extensive amount of catching up to do especially on your end. He wanted to know everything that had happened in your life in the past few years. You were more than happy to fill him in. Everything you shared with him you could tell he was proud of your accomplishments. You had to admit the both of you had come a long way since your university days.

He was still the same goof as you remembered him to be. Extremely hilarious and sweet wrapped in a perfect bow that was his physical form. You could still remember the feeling of his chest as you rubbed your hands up and down it the last time you encountered each other. Your mind couldn’t help rewinding that moment over and over again in your mind.

“Oh my God, do you hear that?” Matthew said.

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts. You were trying to figure out what he was talking about, but then you heard it. A big smile formed on your face.

“Is this Sublime playing?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s Doin’ Time. Remember in our freshman year of college we discovered Sublime and would just vibe to it?”

You laughed. “How could I forget? The easier days of procrastinating our homework and listening to music.”

“I wish we could still do that,” he said.

“Well, we kinda are. We’re putting off work to eat some pasta and vibe to Sublime,” you pointed out.

He smiled. “I guess that’s true. Doesn’t feel as good lazing around in your 30’s as it does at 18.”

“Nonsense, lazing around feels good at any age. If I could be laying in my bed every day with a margarita at my bedside I’d be content.”

“Make that two.”

You raised your eyebrow. “You’d be in the bed with me?”

“Of course. I’d be by your side more often if you were in LA.”

“Ugh, you know how much I hate LA.”

“I think I could change your mind about LA.”

“Oh? You sound so sure of yourself. I’d like to know how you’d make LA appealing.”

“Well, it’s beautiful.”

“Beauty? That’s all LA has? Beauty?”

“Well, yeah. I’m here, so it adds to the beauty of it all.”

You both burst out laughing. You had to admit he made a valid point. LA might not be your first choice to move to, but definitely a place you’d visit more often since Matthew made it worth it.

“Is there a second point?” You asked.

“Well, if you were down here we could do so many things together,” he said.

“Like?” You asked.

“Anything and everything.”

You placed your elbow on the table and placed your chin in your palm. You were interested in what he exactly meant by “anything and everything.” You decided it was the perfect time to see if you were the only one thinking about the last time you two meant. By his look early on in the day when you two bumped into each other you’d say he definitely still had it on his mind.

“What do you exactly mean by anything and everything?” You asked.

A smirk spread across his face. He licked his lips as he looked to his left before he looked back at you. You could see in his eyes he had something in mind. You looked over to where he looked and saw a hallway leading to the washrooms. At the end of the hall was the family washroom. It was confirmed, he in fact had thought about your hook up years ago.

“How about I show you?”

Before you could say another word he had gotten up from his seat and started to walk towards the washroom. You watched as he made his way to the washroom. He looked back at you before he entered and gestured you to come. You obeyed like a dog as you quickly walked towards him. He smiled as he opened the door for you. When he closed the door behind himself it was a matter of seconds before he grabbed your face and embraced you in a long, sensual kiss.

You broke away from the kiss and looked him in his lustful eyes. You smiled as your hands made their way to his belt buckle. He bit his lips before letting out a small laugh. He knew how eager your hands could get whenever he was near.

“Are you gonna show me why Illinois’s worth it?” He asked.

You giggled. “I’m gonna show you why I’m worth it.”

Without saying another word you dropped to your knees and pulled down his pants along with his underwear. As soon as you saw his dick you didn’t hesitate to put your mouth on it as you bobbed your head back and forth. He let out the most satisfied moan you’d ever heard from a guy. You were glad you still had power over him. You placed your hand on his dick and started moving it up and down his shaft.

“You’re too good, Y/N,” he said as he placed his hand on your head.

You moaned around his dick as you continued to bob your head on it. You forgot how exhausting it could be blowing him because he was a mouthful. The feeling of his dick in your mouth was worth it though. Every single inch of it.

He started to push your head for you so you let him take control. He pushed your head as close as possible to the shaft and held you there. You gagged as you looked up at him happily. He looked down at you happy you were enjoying yourself. He pulled your head off his dick and helped you off the ground.

“I wasn’t finished,” you said.

He leaned in and kissed you. “I’m supposed to be the one trying to convince you why you should come down to LA, remember?”

You laughed as you two embraced in another kiss. His kisses could be reason enough to move states. He didn’t even need to have sex to convince you, but you were glad it was leading to just that. He led you over to the mirror and stood behind you. He kissed down your neck as his hands found their way up your dress. You let out a desperate moan as you felt his hand rub your already soaked underwear.

“I didn’t know you were this excited,” he said.

“I’d be crazy not to be,” you said.

You then felt him move your underwear to the side and placed two fingers inside of you. You let out nonstop moans as he slowly moved in and out of you, watching you in the mirror as your face contorted in pleasure. In the mirror you saw him smiling to himself as he gave you a light bite on your neck. Those canine of his were a hot, dangerous force.

“You ready for the main reason you should be in LA?” He asked.

You smiled. “Been ready.”

You then felt his dick enter you. You instantly fell limp as the sensation overpowered any sense you had left. He made sure you felt every inch of his dick, so you knew what you were missing. Very devious of him, but he was doing a good job of convincing you.

“How’s that convincing you?” He whispered in your ear.

You moaned something incoherent and total gibberish as he continued to gently fuck you. He smiled at your answer though, satisfied you didn’t even have a straight answer for him any longer. He went back to kissing your neck as you continued to moan for him. You started to feel as if he wanted to fuck you slow, so he could save this moment in case he didn’t see you for another few years after this.

Soon you felt his hand rub your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back and your head fell back as you enjoyed the stimulation. His other hand was fondling your breast. He continued to run gentle kisses down your neck the whole time. This was the image of what heaven must be like. You could feel sweet butterflies running through you and knew it was time for you to meet your end.

“Matthew,” you moaned.

He just continued to do what he was already doing. You knew he knew you were about to cum. He wanted you to. His actions were almost demanding you to. So, you did. You let out a few breathy moans as your body seized as your orgasm ran through you. That’s when he started to pump his dick in you a bit faster. He moved his hand from your clit and placed it on your neglected breast. He soon came himself as he roughly grabbed your breasts as he did.

He pulled out, but didn’t move from his position behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your flushed expression in the mirror. You smiled at him as he stared at you with a smirk.

“So, LA doesn’t seem so bad after all. Maybe I’ll move down in a few years or so,” you joked.

He chuckled. “I’ll help you move. Just don’t make me wait forever again.”

“I’ll try my best, superstar.”

—–

MASTERLIST

[spencerhotchner]

Alternative {spencer reid}

Chapter 1 

summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?

warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk

word count: 2k

a/n: i have this idea while watching a movie about parallel universes and all, so i just wanted to try this out. it will be a 10 parts series! im not really sure about this, i think i kinda hate it but im posting it anyways lmao. i hope you gonna enjoy!

series masterlist

part 1 | part 2

You woke up feeling dizzy and with a major headache. At first you thought it was because you drank a whole lot of wine last night but then you saw yourself in a room you never saw before. You stoop up quickly trying to understand where you were and how did you end up there. You were sure that you have never been in this place before, and it was scaring you that you showed up in there.

There was a mirror nailed to the wall in from of you almost forcing you to look at your own body, that made you notice that you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, but you weren’t home. Not being home was odd given by the fact you stayed there with your family and two friends you invited over, since there’s a whole freaking pandemic going on and you for sure did not want to get sick or get other people sick. 

“Did I get kidnapped?” you think out loud. “No, I just watch too much Criminal Minds.” you tell yourself, trying to calm down.

You reach for the face mask placed on the nightstand, getting ready to leave this random place and go home. You tried not to freak out when you realized your phone was gone and the only cellphone in there was probably as old as your grandmother. You dialed your moms number about five times and all of them went on voicemail, making you curse mentally. 

This can’t be happening. Not to me.

As soon as you leave the apartment you were in you realized you weren’t in your hometown, definitely not. It was crowded, like, really crowded and no one was wearing any face masks. Where did the freaking pandemic go? You wondered while you felt like a misfit for being the only one wearing it. 

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?” you ask an old lady walking by.

“You’re on Main Street, sweetheart.” she says.

“No, um, I mean the city.” you watched as the old lady looked at you with a funny face, as if she was calling you crazy on her mind.

“We’re in Quantico, dear.”

“Quantico?” you repeat, mostly for yourself then for her. The lady started at you like you were an alien. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

The air started to go low on you, how did you get to Virginia, anyway? That was across the country from where you lived, Bellevue in Washington state. You started lost walking, trying to understand what the hell was going on. It felt like you were on a parallel universe, like you were in a dream but couldn't wake up and it sure felt very real. You stoped a jornal shop taking a lot at the last newspaper in there, trying to figure if something happened that you were missing. However, nothing reported there shocked you, what did, though, was the date. 

July 1st, 2008

You were about to ask someone about it when you bumped into a blonde woman, falling on the ground. As soon as you looked up, you almost chocked yourself. If the day was already weird, this was even weirder. A.J Cook was standing right in front of you with a concerned look. You couldn't really say anything, just staring at her like she wasn't real. It was weird seeing her in front of you after only seeing her through screens. 

“I’m so sorry!” she said as she offered a hand for you to get up. “Are you ok?”

“I- um, yes! I’m fine.” you san, getting the dirt out of your outfit. “I’m a big fan of yours! Wish I had my phone here to take a picture but- sorry.“ you stoped talking, realizing she probably doesn’t care.

“Big fan of me? Wow, howcome somebody’s a fan of me?” she sounds surprised.

“Well, you’re on Criminal Minds.” you say as it was obvious. 

She looked at you as if you were out of your mind. Not that you weren't thinking otherwise at the moment, anyways. 

“I’m on what now?” she asked.

Maybe you got confused and she was the wrong person, but she looked so much like her to not be her. If they were not the same person, then definitely twins. This was so weird, once again, you found yourself asking ‘what the hell’ mentally.

“You’re JJ, Jennifer Jareau, FBI Agent and all.” you say, trying one more time. “Behaviour Analysis Unit...”

“Yea, that‘s me.” she let a nervous laugh comes out of her mouth. “How do you know me?”

‘This is weird’ you thought. How does she not understand where you know her from? Literally Criminal Minds, like you said at first. ‘Maybe this is all a dream.’

“I saw you on tv” you try.

“Oh, I see! You like law enforcement?” she asks you.

“Oh yes, I’m in law-school to be a judge someday.” you answered. “The show, all of it just makes me wanna put all them bad guys in jail.” you say, laughing a bit. 

“The show...? What?” you hear her whisper, but decide to ignore it. “What’s the mask about?” JJ asks, making you look at her surprised.

“Um, covid-19?” you say like it’s obvious, because it is.

“Oh, sure...” she smiles as she says it, almost like she's only agreeing because she won't discuss it. “Great talking to you, really, but I gotta go, FBI duty calls.” she jokes.

You smile at her watching carefully as she picks up her phone from her pocket and pick up a call. That phone looked awfully old, like 2000’s old. Why would a famous actress have that kinda of phone? Then, you looked around trying to understand more about what was going on. It was all too out of place.

First, nobody wearing masks, not even a single person but you. Second, you were in a city in which is miles away from your own. Third, a famous actress acted like she’s nobody. And fourth, the date on the calendar said 2008.

If it wasn’t just impossible I would say I time travelled into Criminal Minds universe.

After standing there for literal 10 minutes trying to figure it out what you were going to do, you decide to go to the police department. After all, you may have been abducted, right? Because you didn’t have any knowledge of the place, you took quite some time to get there. As soon as you got there you sigh in relief, that has been quite a walk and damn, you were tired of this situation. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me?” you ask to the lady standing behind the counter.

“Sure, dear. What do you need?” she looks up at you, taking her glasses of her face.

“I think I might have been abducted?” you start. “I woke up in this random apartment.”

“Maybe you had a one-night stand.” she said putting back her glasses.

“No! I am sure I didn’t because first of all, there’s a pandemic going on, second of all I was in Bellevue in Washington state when I went to sleep.” you yell, involuntarily, desperate to make her believe in you. 

“Miss, I’m gonna need you to calm down or you will be escorted out of the building. You’re probably on drugs, there's nothing we can do for you.”

“Fuck you.” you say as you watch her face get all red.

Frustrated. That could define what you were feeling, scared and worried could do the work, as well. What were you going to do now? Go to the FBI to see if they could freaking understand why you simply appeared in Quantico? Didn't sound like a bad idea in your mind as you decided to just try it out. After all, you were already pretty screwed up, it would worth a shot.

You reached for your back pocket, hoping that the money you shoved in there more than a week ago would still be in there. Bingo! You pull out a 20 dollar bill out of it and the next thing you know you’re getting into a cab asking him to take you to the FBI. Now that’s something you never thought would happen. The travel was quite quick, in 20 minutos you were standing in front of that big isolated building. It looked like it was taken straight out of your favorite show, that was insane. 

The wind blew hard on you when you got out of the vehicle, making you shiver a little, that reminded you that you did not have any clothes nor money to buy more. God, you did not even have where to go. You didn't even get the chance to get into the building as a big man steps in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Miss, you're not allowed in this building.” he said without much expression. 

“But, sir-” you started, as you saw he was about to interrupt you, you go on. “Ive been abducted and I don't know where or how the hell did I get in here, I’m completely hopeless... Please.” you beg him.

He started at you for a couple of seconds, that felt like centuries for you, just to sigh at you.

“Ok, follow me.” he said. “Do not make me regret this.” 

“I-I won’t, sir.” you were quick to answer. 

The agent asked another man to cover up for him as he led me into the building. Once again you found yourself admired of how much it did look like a Criminal Minds episode in there, if you weren't totally desperate you'd be amused. Soon, you two were out of the elevator on floor 8, leading with the words Behavior Analysis Unit quite big. 

“Can you take her to Agent Jareau, please?” the man said to someone who passed by, who simply agreed. 

Now, that's a funny coincidence, there's actually an Agent Jareau in the BAU. 

You followed the woman with questioning trying to stay calm when you saw Matthew Gray Gubler sitting on a desk reading some book in Reid style, almost like he was Spencer himself. If you had any doubts you were going crazy, that was the final proof. You stoped walking, taking a stare at him and then at the Agent that stared a you like you were an alien.

“Is there something wrong?” she asks you. “Miss, are you ok?”

You were unable to answer for a few seconds when you finally opened you mouth, still trying to figure it out how to say what was on your mind without sounding completely insane.

“Is that Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

And that was all you’re able to say because as soon as you let his name out of your mouth he looked up at you, trying to somehow recognize you. You were sure, that time, that you never looked - and sounded - as insane as right now. 

“Yes, that's me.” he answers. 

His voice was the last thing you could hear before everything go black. Maybe you were finally going to wake up. Maybe. 

[twstoric]

take a leap with me

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: Hello! First off your writing is simply amazing and I’m wishing the best for your blog! Is it alright if I can request scenarios of Jamil, Trey, and Leona and their first time having sex with their s/o?

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: jamil viper x gn!reader, trey clover x gn!reader, leona kingscholar x gn!reader

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: fall deeper in a world that’s only filled with the two of you

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): none! fluffness and teasing remarks

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.6k (total)

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: thank you so much!! i’ll try my best ;; i hope you’ll like it!

Jamil Viper

“I don’t know what I should…” You trail, brows furrowed in concentration. Figuring out how to navigate NRC can’t possibly be compared to how much more complex your current situation is—well more or less..

Jamil’s lips pull in an awkward smile; not sure what to say to reassure you. He’s laying on his bed, head propped by soft pillows as you straddle his legs—or at least that’s what the plan was. You’re still standing on your knees, looking down at Jamil’s legs like a complex puzzle.

“I’m sure it’s not something you should think too hard about,” he tries, tentatively placing his hands on your thigh and he moves to hold your hips when you don’t pry his hands away. “Just do what makes you feel good.”

A small pout settles on your lips as you let Jamil press you down against his crotch; blushing at the hardness already rubbing against you. He looks so composed despite being hard.. Amazing or unbelievable, you’re not sure…

Your nails rake over the exposed skin of his hip, the sexy dip of his v-line leading to a treasure worth more than the world’s riches. You hook your fingers on his pants, tugging lightly. “I want to make you feel good, though..” 

Not receiving a reply, you look up at Jamil’s face looking back at you impassively. You give him a small smile, “Too much?”

He shakes his head, sighing lightly and suddenly his hips buck into yours. Your breath hitches in surprise, heat spreading all over your body as Jamil trails his hands up your sides. “No.. too sexy, actually,” he explains and you feel awfully embarrassed by the matter-of-fact tone he used. 

Jamil smiles soon after his comment, nudging you up on your knees and you watch—as if under his spell—as the long-haired male slowly pushes down his pants. A smirk blooms on his face, dangerously handsome, and his hands settle back on your waist. It makes sense why he insisted you take your undergarments off first… 

You don’t need anymore promptings, impossibly turned on and body aching to feel Jamil’s everything. Your breath hitches when his cock easily breaches your insides, sliding in smoothly like he belongs there- like he belongs in you—joined together body and soul.

His fingers take hold of yours, lacing your fingers together as he allows you to adjust yourself on his cock. “Y- you’re a lot bigger than I thought,” you murmur, a blissed sigh leaving your lips when you’re fully seated on his cock.

A breathless laugh leaves Jamil’s lips in reply, fingers squeezing yours in comfort as his face flushes. “You’re also a lot tighter than I thought,” he teases, rolling his hips and a violent shiver rakes through your body. 

“Now relax,” he whispers, pulling your joined hands closer to his lips. The breath in your lungs disperses and you clench down on the cock inside you on instinct as Jamil, eyes watching you like a snake, takes your fingers in his mouth. He kisses your fingers like a favored jewel, mouth hot on your skin. The corner of his lips tugs upwards;

“Let me take care of you.”

Trey Clover

“Do you want me to take the lead this time?” Trey questions, an easy smile on his face as he hovers over you. His shirt is already unbuttoned; revealing lean figure and firm muscles. His belt is discarded somewhere in the roomーthrown away in your haste after finally deciding to share this moment together.

You can feel your face flushing; fingers tangled in the bedsheets under you because you’re not sure what to do with your hands. “What should I say to that..?” You reply instead, giving him a small smile and Trey chuckles softly.

He inches closer to you, nudging his nose against yours and your face scrunches in embarrassment but a small laugh leaves your lips. Much better. “You could say things like.. ‘Of course, Trey’ or ‘Yes, Trey anything for you, Trey’ whichever is fine with you.” 

You grin, biting back a laugh and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. With no struggle (not that he wants to move away to begin with), Trey lets you pull him; lips descending on yours like a perfect collision. His kisses are always so sweet, handling you like an absolute rule he’ll follow without question.

“Please take care of me, Trey,” you whisper when pulling away; internally smirking at the flush on his face from your words.

A wry smile spreads on his face as Trey moves to your side. “Well that’s a lot better than what I suggested,” he mumbles, patting your shoulder blade and you turn to your side; facing away from him. “I’ll be sure to follow all your commands.” With a final laugh, the green-haired settles behind you.

“It’ll be better if I could see you, isn't it?” You question but you don’t make any other protest as Trey’s fingers snake around your waist; unlacing your pants. His fingers dip past the waistband of the shorts you’re wearing and pushes the material down along with your undergarments. You kick the soft cotton away and Trey bucks his hips into yours.

The vice leader presses a feather light kiss against your neck, moving to remove his pants that’s become too constricting. “I thought you asked me to take care of you- I’m doing it now, you know?” A small hiss leaves his lips, breathing heavily when the cool air hits his exposed cock; painfully hard because of you. The things you do to him...

“You can always take the lead next time.”

An embarrassed sound leaves your mouth; hands covering your face to hide your embarrassment despite Trey not facing you. “Don’t be a perv,” you scold, holding no real bite and just a way to hide your fluster. But a warm feeling settles in your stomach at the prospect of Trey wanting to do this again with you… 

You let Trey lift one of your legs up, closing your eyes to focus on the way his cock brushes against your ass; already hard. “Relax for me,” his lips are against your ears, kissing down the skin of your neck as Trey positions your bodies. 

His cock stretches your insides perfectlyーyour insides clenching down on the intrusion and Trey breathes a satisfied sigh. Your chest constricts with a sudden pressure but you feel the overwhelming adoration for the man behind you. 

The first thrust is gentle, taking everything slow and building a steady rhythm. As promised, Trey takes care of you thoroughlyーmaking love to you all night.

Leona Kingscholar

“You’re so quiet suddenly,” Leona comments, pulling your pants down the curve of your ass. 

You don’t retort playfully as you normally do, burying your face in the sheets of Leona’s soft bed. Your hips are raised slightly, held up by the pillow under your stomach as your front presses against the bed sheets. 

After a beat of silence, feeling Leona dribble something cool against your skin, you speak up; “What should I say in this situation?” You gulp, a small moan leaving your lips when Leona inserts a finger inside your warm hole. “Pl- please be gentle.” You can’t help but warn, thighs quivering when Leona’s fingers curl. You thought his nails would’ve been a hindrance but looks like Leona cut his nails already. 

You moan, the sound embarrassed as you bite the bed sheets. He prepared himself for you, didn’t he? There’s no way he would cut his nails just like that which meansー”O- oh!” You gasp, head thrown back slightly as a second finger spreads you wider.Your eyes struggle to stay opened, mind already clouding with the thoughts of something bigger stretching you. You clear your throat, “When did you cut your nails..?”

Leona blinks, curling his fingers again and smirking at the way you’re softly panting. “Hm.. I wonder. Probably the other week, I guess.” The smirk on his face stretches wider and his fingers inside you brushes a spot that makes you squeal. “You have to always be prepared, don’t you?” He laughs, playing with your insides. Patience, he thinks, is so fucking difficult.

An impossible feat, really, especially when you’re writhing under him, just eager to plunge in this new step with him. But he needs to make sure you’ll be able to take him properly. He can’t fuck upーnot when it comes to you.

Your body burns with a desire to reach ecstasy; hips bucking back onto Leona’s fingers as he preps you thoroughly. Feeling satisfied with his work and growing impatientーfuck patienceーthe dorm head pulls your hips back by grabbing the pillow under you; using the edges to raise your ass higher.

The pillow is rather large and firm so it’s enough to rest your weight on it as Leona places his hands on your hips. The tip of his cock rubs against you; teasing and torturous all the same. He lays on top of you, biting your shoulder playfully as his cock finally catches your opening.

Slowly, with a care only shown to a trusted mate, Leona eases himself into you. His forehead presses against your nape, lips kissing your skin as he stuffs you full. The stretch is excruciating, body unprepared for the large intrusion and small whimpers leaves your throat.

Leona grunts, licking and marking your neck with soft pressureーcomforting his mate. “Relax for me… You’re doing so goodーgh… You can take me. Just relax,” he shushes softly, the way your insides accommodate him feels heavenly. Convincing Leona that you were definitely made for him just as he’s made for you. 

His hands take yours, easing your hold on the bed and lacing your fingers together. The first thrust drawls a moan from the both of you. Pleasure and adoration coursing through your veins as Leona holds on to you tightly; unwilling to let go.

[glowingbadger]

You may have a little Lorenz Prompt as promised. As a treat. Here goes~

Lorenz taking thorough notes to surprise his s/o (is it the blog owner? the reader? some random character? It doesn't matter~!) with the most lovely, romantic date imaginable based around everything they like. He wouldn't put in this much effort to TRULY impress someone, but you're worth every step and more.

Enjoy where this takes your thoughts~!

(and pls don't eat it, Tumblr)

Y'know what, I've had a shitty day and I just finished writing some darker content- so I am going to ~indulge~. Normally I try to make my Reader character as broadly relatable as possible, but today we're going with MY preferences and interests because I WANT A NICE DATE WITH LORENZ GODDAMNIT

Lorenz (FE3H) x GN Reader - perfect date

Fluff - SFW

Today simply has to be flawless- the Gloucester heir will not accept any less. Not when it comes to you. Of course, Lorenz holds himself to high standards in all things, but the thought of providing anything less than perfection for you is one that pains him to even consider. Especially now that he'd finally gotten the courage- or, rather, found the right and proper time to ask you to spend the day with him.

You approach him at the Monastery gates not long after noon that day, and find your pace slowing as you eye him before he's noticed you. Without his usual elegant set of armor, you can appreciate the way constant marching and training has toned his slender frame- and appreciate it, you most certainly do. Though he soon turns to face you, and your eyes dart back up from a rather ignoble place to meet his instead.

"You're as radiant as ever, I see," he says with a warm smile. He offers you an arm and you take it, replying with a grin,

"You've already got me for the day, Lorenz, there's no need for flattery."

"'Flattery' implies a measure of falsehood," he says with confidence, leading you towards town, "and I could never bring myself to lie to one so lovely."

As your time together proceeds, you can't help but feel that, some way, somehow, Lorenz has some kind of psychic insight into your preferences. Everywhere you turn, whatever your heart could desire is immediately available and set before you with hardly any negotiation at play. At the first flower stall you find, Lorenz takes a moment to exchange words with the owner while you admire the sprawling array of colorful blooms; and by the time he's returned, he's holding a woven crown of delicate little white flowers. With an admiring smile, he carefully places it on your head, a hand trailing down a lock of your hair as he pulls away to observe you.

With a shy grin, you perform an exaggerated curtsy, prompting Lorenz to laugh fondly and take you by the hand. He twirls you slowly under his arm, watching you all the while, then says,

"They suit you every bit as wonderfully as I'd thought."

"They're my favorites," you reply.

"I know- erm, that is- I know of a superb bakery down the block this way," Lorenz seems a bit red in the face, but you chalk that up to nerves.

He's not wrong though- this bakery is something else. The selection and quality of ingredients is on an entirely new level compared to the Monastery's dining hall, and you find yourself overwhelmed even reading down the list of items posted to the wall. By your third pass over the full range of options, the words are starting to dance in your eyes- but a warm touch at your arm shakes your focus. Lorenz leans close to be heard over the rapidly growing crowd at the bakery's counter,

"Might I make a recommendation?" you nod, and he goes on, "I happen to have it on good authority that there's an item not included on this menu that you may like. It incorporates three different treatments of Brigid cocoa, if that is of any interest to you."

Your eyes light up and you can practically feel the rich sweetness across your tongue already.

"That sounds incredible," you reply, enraptured by the very thought. When you start to ask how he'd heard of such a thing, Lorenz has already turned to speak to the worker taking orders, and your words drown among the crowd of customers. The speed at which he acquires this mythical pastry only fills your mind with more questions. How did he manage to purchase an off-menu item so quickly? Wouldn't the cost of something requiring those many luxurious imported ingredients be astronomical?

But then, Lorenz returns to your side and guides you out of the crowded shop, and the sight of the delectable chocolatey treat in his hands dashes all other thoughts from your mind. He hands it to you wrapped in a handkerchief, and you can't help but immediately plunge in for a bite.

"Mmmm-!" you wear an expression of pure bliss as your mouth fills with sweet, savory chocolate, "Oh- Lorenz, it's so good!"

When you glance up at him, he's watching you with a strangely heavy expression. Once more, his fair complexion is painted a light red. You tilt your head curiously, and he seems to resurface from whatever thoughts had taken him for the moment.

"Here- you should try some," you break off a piece and hold it up to him.

"Are- are you certain? I had intended for you to enjoy it to your heart's content," he stammers out, evidently still a bit flushed.

"I want you to get to have some too. Please?" You hate to resort to puppy eyes with him, but it's hard to argue with the results. He leans forward and accepts the piece of pastry from your hand. You don't shy away from him in the slightest, and so a brief brush of his lower lip along the tip of your finger simply can't be avoided. Lorenz does his best to move past this without acknowledgement, and you two enjoy your treat together as you take in the bustle of the town around you.

The day continues in kind, with Lorenz apparently having painstakingly arranged every element of this date from start to finish. At a local seller of antiques and luxury goods, he secures permission to view and explore rare and dazzling paintings from around the world. Here, he's rather uncharacteristically reserved. Wandering the storage area like your own personal art museum, he watches you with evident warmth as you exclaim at the rich and varied pigments, the innovative expressions of human form, and so on.

After this, he brings you to a tavern at the far end of town, where he's reserved the second floor exclusively for you two to enjoy a quiet, intimate meal together. By this point, you've finally gotten around to considering just how much gold must have gone into this singular date.

"Lorenz," you say cautiously, "are you sure it's okay to go through all of this and spend so much just for-"

He raises a hand to cut you off, then replies,

"I assure you that it is," he takes your hand in his, holding it warmly from across your private table, "wealth has no value that we ourselves do not assign to it, and I have chosen to spend it on your pleasure. I can think of no greater use for a bit of coin."

The rest of the early evening is filled with pleasant chat and the occasional subtle sweet-talk. As you discuss everything you've seen and experienced that day, Lorenz engages you with surprisingly astute comments and observations. He's always at his best when he feels permitted to simply talk with you, as one person to another, free of the pressures and expectations of his birthright that he shoulders without a thought.

The sun is steadily lowering behind the hills and walls of the surrounding town by the time you make your way back together. As you walk hand in hand watching the Monastery gates rise ahead of you, Lorenz clears his throat abruptly and says,

"If I may steal you away for just a little while longer, there was... actually someone I thought you'd like to meet."

"Oh? What an honor," you say with a smile, "Do I get any hints?"

Lorenz gives a good-natured chuckle and says,

"Only that I think you'll get along splendidly."

And of all places throughout Garreg Mach's grounds, you begin to recognize that he is leading you towards the stables. You've met Lorenz's horse before- a lovely mare with a calm and agreeable temperment. If not her, then...

"Eloise?" Lorenz calls out in a gentle voice, "Eloise, come say hello- Ellie? Come now, don't tell me you've chosen tonight to become bashful..." at his call, a svelte black cat with delicate little white paws comes trotting out to meet you. Your heart positively aches and melts at the sight of her eagerly approaching Lorenz with clear comfort and familiarity.

"Lorenz, you... have a cat?" You say with obvious disbelief.

"She's one of the Monastery's strays, to be clear," he says, "She helps with the mice in the stables. Evidently, she had become quite fond of my preferred horse- and so eventually became fond of me as well."

Fond seems an understatement- she very clearly adores him. With a chorus of happy little mews, she circles his legs and rubs against him until he crouches down to offer her his hand. As he does, a shred of parchment flutters from his pocket onto the ground. Eloise targets it like a seasoned warrior and pounces at it with gusto. With a laugh, you kneel down to retrieve whatever this paper she's captured might be.

"Now Eloise, none of that- you must behave genteel-like with guests."

As he firmly lectures the cat, you glance at the paper in your hand. Nearly every inch of it is covered in an elegant, curling script that you imagine must belong to Lorenz. It looks like a... list of some kind. As your eyes scan down the page, you begin to recognize a pattern. Your favorite flowers, favorite desserts, favorite types of books and places around town- plus, to the side, the word "cats?" underlined several times. For a moment, you simply cover your mouth to hold in a snort of laughter. Then, you come to kneel beside Lorenz as he's failing to convince his feline friend to stop swatting at his hair.

"So- you've been taking very thorough notes lately." you say, nudging his arm playfully. He turns to face you with an immediate look of panic. Lavender eyes widen and glance down to the parchment in your hand, then back to you. He visibly deflates and says,

"Goddess- you must find me such a fool-"

You press your lips firmly to his before he can say another word. With a soft noise of surprise, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into your kiss. His lips are wonderfully soft, and the subtle scent of his cologne surrounds your senses as you tilt your head to seal your lips to his more firmly. You're not certain how long you remain like this, but only the dull ache of kneeling on the dirt and the incessant sound of Eloise bapping her paw against the paper in your hand bring you back to your surroundings. When you part from him, you brush aside the silky curtain of his hair to run your hand along his face, and say,

"I had a wonderful time today, Lorenz- and it means the world to me that you put so much thought into this. But next time, you don't have to study so hard, okay?"

For a moment, he seems speechless. Then, he gives a shy chuckle.

"You have bested me yet again, it would seem. How can I ever hope to become a man worthy of you when you are ever more lovely with each passing day?"

Eloise gives an insistent chirp and rubs once more against his leg, evidently tired of distractions from the attention she feels she's owed. Your smile widens, and you scratch her ear fondly.

"I think there's at least two of us who like you just as you are, Lorenz."

[moonbeamwritings]

can I have a request pls from josuke with a s/o having mental issues pls

you sure can! similar to another fic with subject matter along the same line, i kept it a little vague just so i dont misrepresent anything or make anyone uncomfortable! i hope you enjoy!

Josuke + s/o with mental health issues

tw!!: minor/vague discussions of mental health issues

School had been rough, balancing a grueling workload on top of the struggles you had been having with your mental health was no easy feat. You were just so tired, tired of your reeling emotions, tired of the exhaustion they lead to. Exhausted, even. You knew you had been avoiding Josuke, rushing right home after school to rest, to get away, but you couldn’t help it. You really didn’t want to involve him in what was going on.

Josuke had been worried about you all week, packing up his things as quickly as possible to try and see you before school let out. Every day it seemed like he missed you by mere seconds, watching your retreating from as you rounded the corner at the end of the block. He couldn’t put a finger on exactly what was wrong and it was eating him alive.

“Should I just go over there? Jeez, I don’t know, man. I don’t wanna be annoying,” Josuke vented to Okuyasu as they walked home, kicking a single rock between the two of them.

“I mean, you could always just go over and see, right? They have been off lately.” Okuyasu reasoned. “For all you know, it might not even be about you.”

Deciding then and there that he would get to the bottom of it, Josuke veered off the path and down towards your street, bidding Okuyasu a goodbye over his shoulder.

You had already curled up in bed, soft music emanating from your stereo. As your eyes began to close, you heard a knock against your window. Turning to investigate, you met Josuke’s gaze as he was perched on a tree branch just outside your bedroom.

Shoving your window open and moving out of the way to give him enough room to climb inside, you questioned, “What the hell are you doing here? My house does have doors, you know!”

“Oh babe,” he teased, mimicking your voice “I don’t even care that you almost broke your arm climbing the tree. It’s not even romantic, not even a little bit.” As he spoke, he crowded your personal space, chuckling while he poked and prodded at your stomach.

You couldn’t help but laugh, unsuccessfully attempting to ward him off as you swatted at his fingers. When your laughter died down and the teasing stopped, you rested back onto your bed, sitting up against the wall.

Josuke stood before you, face uncharacteristically stern as he placed his hands on his hips, “So, do you wanna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me all week?”

He caught the change in your expression almost immediately, watching curiously as you shifted your gaze to the Prince poster across the room. He was quick to move to sit next to you, taking your hand in his own as he asked, “Was it something I did?”

You shook your head, “No, Josuke, you’re great! I just-” You sighed, as you watched him fiddle with your hand in his, squeezing your fingers and rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

“I’m having some issues, like, with my mental health and everything and I just really don’t want to bother you with it, ya know?” The words came out in a flurry, a frantic expulsion of a week’s worth of pent up emotions.

He had the audacity to laugh. It was low and brief, but all too biting to your frayed feelings.

“Josuke,” you glared, “It’s not funny.”

You pushed his hand away, shifting around so you were laying down with your back to him, “If that’s really what you think, you can leave the way you came in.”

He acted fast, crowding your space again to weave his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder so his face was right next to yours.

“Baabbee,” he whined, “That’s not it at all. I just can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t wanna hang out with you! I love you, silly. Mental health issues and all.”

Your eyes began to water at how genuine he sounded, “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He turned his head just slightly to plant a big smooch right against your cheek, “Next time this happens, I’m coming right over and we’ll listen to whatever you want and just talk it through. How does that sound?”

Nuzzling back against him, you placed your hands over his where they rested on your waist, “That sounds good.”

From the corner of your eye you saw him beam, “Crazy Diamond can’t fix this, but I wanna help you through it in whatever way you’ll have me.”

You really had the sweetest boyfriend in the world.

[shozaii]

can u pls gib me kunikida and dazai fluff hcs? i love them sm

(a/n):hello anon! why, of course hehe🥰thank you so much for the request!

@amourzai my cielo helped me with this fic ilysm☁🌹

masterlist 

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fluffy hc’s 

pairings: dazai x reader, kunikida x reader

warnings: none!

dazai osamu

despite being the chaotic person that he is, dazai tends to turn into the mushy soft puddle when he’s with you. swoons around you, always shows you his best side, brags about him being better than chuuya, basically what you see him do to atsushi, but it’s ten times more emphasized and complex.😌

when he wants to confess his feelings, he does it in a quiet, peaceful place. namely, while watching the yokohama sunset. may or may not have found time to walk back home alone with you, held your hand and locked his arm around yours. “i need to show you something special, love~.”

feelings to him is something so cherished, so sophisticated and important. as a person who has gone through a series of emotions; he prefers to let them out in private.

even kneels down and asks, “would you be mine, mon cheri?” while rubbing little circles on the back of your hand.

when dazai confesses, his eyes would look directly into yours. if anything were to bother him; consider his other side to be seen. and we all know we don’t want that to happen.

i don’t know why but i always imagine dazai’s hands to be soft and delicate, and lovely to hold. (yes, i have seen too many gifs of them and i am in love) anything he does with his hands are just so attractive.

blows kisses when he’s like across you. so it becomes a series of sending each other kisses when you’re like one metre apart....and when he really does miss it, he gets up from his seat, leans over and pecks your lips real quick.

height difference is pretty obvious between him and his s/o(unless you’re super tall :0). if you were shorter, consider the t e a s i n g 24/7. if you were nearly as tall/taller than him, the floor is all yours🥴

lowkey wish i was taller rn

okay but real talk - he loves carrying you bridal style. a lot. and here’s the thing, it happens at random timing. for instance, when you’re working on your latest paperwork. during a mission (just to boast how strong he is). very unpredictable but so adorable, you can’t help but blush harder.

“osamu! put me down or else....!”

“or else what, my honey bunch?”

“you’re not getting kisses for a week.”

mans sets you down with raptor speed. unless if he’s in a flirty mood, you would see yourself winning.

yes, he loves seeing you flustered. i feel like you can do so as well - but i headcanon him winning everytime. how do you win this...? maybe kiss him when he least expects it. do it.

cute pet names like belladonna, my love, mon cheri, any new language he learns, he uses them. and if he almost forgets them(because he collects so much), he writes them down on a sticky note, and sticks it on his desk. when he goes back to the dorms, he sticks it on the wall or some place he could remember.

dates with dazai are either during work hours, or the after hours of yokohama. and he makes sure you’re going to have the time of your life on every single date; so he plans a new activity on every one of them.

when he doesn’t have the chance to do so, he pouts. but when it has been replaced with a job given by the president/kunikida, there you go. a date and mission in your hands.

he gets this rush of energy when he realizes that what was supposed to be a relaxing date out just got a whole lot better with the mission.

dazai gives kisses anywhere he likes. nose, lips, cheeks, jawline, the list goes on. he even knows where you prefer him to do so. i’m surprised that he still isn’t a psychic.

double suicide? he would never think of it. all his life, he wants to find a reason to live. he does get his reasons - one of them is you. your tears to him are anguish and heartbreak at its worst. cue you crying while telling him to stay by your side. 

“please...never leave my side,” you sobbed as you buried your face in his chest. “if i can stay alive in this place we call earth for as long as possible, then so can you.”

that moved him so much. a whole lot. “oh, belladonna. don’t you ever think i’m going away.”

silence.

“not without you.”

you punched him, and he couldn’t stop laughing. but he’d stop, giving you an unlimited amount of kisses.

b a b y. dazai is babie.

kunikida doppo

oh my god we have baby number 2.

in his eyes, you were the definition of perfection. he even tries to remember exactly when did he catch feelings for you. it was totally unexpected, according to him.

cue almost all of the members of ada teasing him all the time about him finally finding his ‘ideal’ partner.

but to him, it wasn’t the ideal that mattered anymore. you outmatched almost everything he wrote down. and man, was he the happiest person alive.

how does he confess...? well wonderful question. he didn’t plan it. the members did.

maybe yosano-san called you and told you about another ‘crucial case’ a few blocks away from your completed one and ‘since you were out there, you were perfect for it.’ you agreed because why not?

meanwhile, dazai probably said, ‘this case involves yet another series of men wearing glasses - you and me must go out to end this person.’

of course kunikida goes ??? ‘where are the evidences/pictures???” but dazai brushes it off saying ‘ah~ i left them somewhere.’ to which,,,well you already know. they went out and not even a minute after, the bandaged man goes missing. with the intercom, he leads him to - you guessed it - the exact same place you were in.

‘kunikida! you’re here for the non-existent case too...?”

‘non-existent? OHMYGODDAZAI-’

the line was cut off, and he goes on and on about him, until;

‘i can never be the same when i’m with someone i obliviously like-,’

he’s a huge mess when he’s around you, trust me. so him blabbering that out loud is completely normal.

butterflies in your stomach because you’re so in love with him.

‘i don’t know if this is the right time, but our friends probably did this for us. so i hope you’d be okay if i said my feelings are mutual?”

kunikida is alright with just a little pda, maybe some hand-holding and little ruffles on your hair because he secretly loves how floofy it is🥺when it comes to kissing, the furthest he would go is on your head. nothing more, nothing less.

he needs to maintain his composure *cough* but my mans right here couldn’t, you’re just too perfect.

so when you’re two alone, expect lots and lots of wholesome kisses around your face; and also loads of cuddles. this side of kunikida is what i headcanon today, folks. the ‘soft for you’ side. he lovesss it when he kisses your forehead, he finds it so cute.

p l e a s e kiss him on the cheek, kunikida would be all over the place.

if you go somewhere on a mission with someone else, he would be on his feet. he gets so worried, thinking of what might happen. don’t get me wrong, he trusts you in your job so much; he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

so when you do return, he’s the first one at the door.

checks if you’ve eaten, if you’ve drank enough water, if you’ve gotten enough sleep. if you’ve not he’s just going to pull you to bed, holding you tight and lulling you to sleep.

during work hours, you walk over to him, wrapping your arms. 

‘y/n....we only do this after work.’

‘so you don’t want my hugs then?’

stays silent and just lets you stay there for as long as you want. he will tolerate you and you only.

kunikida loves you a lot. sometimes he might not show it, but just know that the love he has for you is drastic it tears you up. 

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(a/n): i am s o r r y this took so long! ahh i’ve had so much to do and i really do hope this was worth it!

[closetedotaku01]

can i rq for insecure s/o that have a beautiful body but she recently gained weight and kept overthinks it, but none of her friends are helping her out cause they think her body is nice and keeps taking her insecurities lightly.. for kuroo and oikawa pls

Imagine for Kuroo & Oikawa with insecure FEM S/O lacking a support system.

A/N: Wow I love this ask with my whole heart. Even chose two of my favorite characters. And may I just say these two might be the best in this situation, given that they’re captains, and aside from Bokuto captains are very aware of their teams and the general mental state and morale of every person on their team, so they might be the best people for this situation.

TW: Body image issues, self-esteem issues

Now: Imagine time!!! 

Kuroo Tetsurō

-Kuroo would notice you spending more time in the bathroom. More time picking out outfits. And your generally more disgruntled demeanor

-He can tell you’re unhappy, but he cannot tell what about. As far as he knows there’s nothing that’s happened. But he figures you’ll tell him in time whatever is bothering you.

-And then one day he’s out with you and your friends and one of them compliments your outfit and your body.

-He sees the way you immediately flush and reject the compliment. It’s not a humility thing or a simple deflection out of embarrassment, he can see you wholly and fully rejecting the compliment. You don’t even look like it made you feel good.

-He takes your hand in his and is about to ask you if everything’s okay when one of your friends whines about how pretty girls always fish for compliments

-He notices how your chuckle is feigned and your eyes look beyond hurt, watering a bit. How you squeeze his hand slightly.

-Your mutter out something he can’t quite make out over the sound of everyone else talking, but it’s something along the lines of you mentioning your weight gain. And it clicks for him.

-One of your friends talks about how you still look “fine” and he can’t take it anymore. You’re far from fine. As far from fine as it gets. You’re magnificent, an absolute treasure, and fuck them for not noticing that the most beautiful girl in the entire world is not happy

-Fuck them for not seeing it. Fuck them for hurting you. He is not having it.

- “I’m sorry everyone, we’re headed home now,” he says, already standing up and grabbing your purse to hand to you.

-You follow his lead solely because you’re scared if you don’t you might burst into tears in front of everyone and you don’t want to cause a scene.

- “Awww come on where’re you going? Why can’t you guys stay?”

- Kuroo doesn’t miss a beat, “I need some alone time with my gorgeous girlfriend.” He turns to you, speaking barely above a whisper, “You ready to go, love?”

-You nod at his gentle words and head back to your apartment together.

~~~~

When you enter your apartment, Kuroo immediately pulls you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispers to you, tucking his body into yours, head into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you.

The tears you’d been holding back fall freely from your eyes and into his shirt, “I’m sorry, Tetsu I--”

He pushes you back, holding your shoulder at an arm’s length, “What are you apologizing for, love? You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.” You can’t meet his eyes, forcing yourself to stare down at the visible extra weight you’ve put on.

“For… not looking like the girl you fell in love with,” it’s all you can say before the sobs start pouring out. Hating your body. Hating yourself. Hating yourself for putting the most caring man you’ve ever known through this with you. 

The sobs tear through your body leaving an aching wreckage in your chest and your stomach and your back and your throat. There’s nothing left undamaged. Every bit of you is in so much pain and is shaking, like the pain you’ve been feeling finally exploded and is trying to escape by any means it can, fighting to escape even through your shaking fingertips. 

Kuroo puts his hand to one cheek and wipes the tears on that side, he bends down so his face is in front of yours, “Look at me.” His voice is soft and comforting filled with the love, care, and respect you had grown used to, but these words were packed full of them. Even when you knew you didn’t deserve all the affection.

He inhales deeply, “Deep breath in through your nose,” he exhales softly, smiling with his eyes as he blows lightly on your tears sending coolness into your burning cheeks, “And out through your mouth.”

You copy him as he repeats this until your breathing steadies. Until your heart has stopped slamming against your chest. Until the pain in your body is reduced to a dull ache.

Your eyes are still on his, and he’s looking at you with passionate love and fierce compassion, “There she is. There’s my beautiful girlfriend,” he says with a shy smile.

“I’m not---” a sob threatens to reappear, but you catch it in your throat.

“Love, you are beyond gorgeous. Your body is so sexy and still so adorable and pretty. I don’t know how you do it,” he kisses the crown of your head, “you mean the world to me,” a kiss to your forehead, “and if you call my world anything less than a goddess, anything less than perfection,” he kisses both of your eyelids and the tip of your nose in quick succession, “I will have to fight you.” He punctuates his sentence by planting a kiss on your lips.

“Tetsu, just because you’re my boyfriend, doesn’t mean you have to lie to me. It actually means you shouldn’t lie to me. And I know I don’t look good like this.”

His shoulders fall. And he has a sad expression on his face, but his eyes are still happy and you can see the smile tugging on his lips as he looks down, “Oh I get it,” he takes a long pause, “you think I have bad taste.”

You hit his arm playfully, “Tetsu, I’m serious!”

“So am I!” he shoots back, chuckling lightly.

“Okay, love, I know you don’t believe me. But you are seriously gorgeous. Completely, out of this world gorgeous. Beyond any person, place, or thing I have ever seen. The whole cosmos comes together to make the Earth and everything in it and around it, and the only part of any of it that’s worth seeing is you.”

His words feel raw and sincere, but you’re about to reject his kindness when he says the words you’ve been waiting for, “But you don’t see yourself that way. And that means you’re wrong…. But you do deserve to feel as beautiful as you are. And to feel as happy as you always make me. So if you want to come with me on my runs or if you want me to help you with anything let me know. I think you’re gorgeous but more than anything you deserve to be happy with how you look. So I’ll be right there by your side to get you there safely and healthily.”

You start to tear up again, your chest welling with love for the man before you. You collapse into his hold, and he holds you tight. He pulls away slightly to get a look at your face, “On one condition.”

You nod.

“I disagree, but I still believe that you don’t see yourself as beautiful. So even if you disagree ... can you please believe me when I say I know you’re absolutely bewitching.”

You nod again, and he pulls you in close to his body, happy to have brought you peace. 

Oikawa Tōru

-It wasn’t intended to wound you. In full honesty, it wasn’t intended for you. But you’d heard it nonetheless and it was roaring through your mind.

- “Pretty people never date down.”

-You’d heard in passing as you walked down the street. But the words bounced around, rattling everything in your mind.

-You never thought of yourself as particularly pretty, but you’d certainly done yourself no favors by putting on a healthy amount of “relationship weight”.

-You tried going to your friends, desperately craving some semblance of comfort or hope for your relationship with THE universally recognized pretty boy Oikawa Tōru.

-They shot back sarcastic comments about your “pretty girl problems”

- “Former pretty girl problems" was the only thing your brain could shoot back, determined to push you into a hole with the crushing anxieties you had about your body now doubled up with losing the person you loved and trusted most in your life.

-You walked into your apartment, your boyfriend on his laptop watching and rewatching one of his games, taking notes on his performance as well as the performance of each of his peers.

~~~~

“Hey baby how was your day?” his words are unfocused. Almost like he’s reading from a script as he jots down more notes and rewinds to rewatch the same play again.

“Terrible,” you say, honestly believing he’d be too caught up in his game to care. Who’d care for the ugly girl they were stuck with anyway? He probably stuck with you out of sheer pity.

He immediately paused the game and turned back to face you, “Aww no, what happened, baby? Come here.” his arms were open wide for you on the couch. 

“You know you can leave,” you said before you could think better of it. You regretted it. You didn’t want him to know that. You selfishly wanted him to stay with you forever, even if only out of pity. But… he did deserve better.

“What?” he asks quirking a brow, aware of how serious you sound, “I don’t want to… leave. Do you just need some alone time, Y/N? I can go on a run or something if you need some time to clear your head.”

“I meant ... leave me,” you say, your voice weaker and higher this time as tears that you hadn’t even felt forming started blurring your vision threatening to spill any moment.

He was in front of you in a heartbeat, “I’m sorry. I’ve been focusing too much on other things, haven’t I? I promise I don’t wan--”

“No the problem is you’re focusing too much on me!” your voice comes out as a yell and you see the half-step he takes, backing away from you, “you deserve better Tōru. You should want to leave.” With that, the tears spill over and your legs give in as you fall pathetically to the ground.

This moment is the very reason he should leave. You can’t even hold yourself together. You’re not pretty, you’re not strong, you’ve yelled at him when he’s done nothing wrong… you hardly deserve him.

You feel his hand meet your cheek and you flinch slightly at the contact, but neither of you move. His hand drifts down to your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes meet his. Your anger and sadness triple down on you when you see he’s got a fake smile on, his eyes rimmed red, tears forming because of you.

“I love you. I am not leaving you. Full stop. So please tell me what’s bothering you, baby.”

You want to ignore him. You want to grab your things and leave so he can get started on finding a better match so he wasn’t stuck dating down. With his body and mind and humor and kindness, he’d have no trouble. He had a million fans on standby at any given moment anyway.

But you don’t. You don’t pack. You don’t leave. You instead, pull his body into yours, desperately clutching his shirt with whitened knuckles, sobbing into him. 

With time you let his strong arms bring you peace. With your body molded tight against his, you eventually match his breathing, steadying yourself. His smell grounds you, the feeling of his hand in your hair calms you, and the soft, gentle praises he coos into your ear center you. Effectively, he slays every intrusive thought in your mind.

“You’re so perfect for me.”

“I never want to leave you.”

“You’ve made me the man I am today. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I know the path to being my best self, is a path I’ll only be able to walk with you by my side.”

“You’re my whole world, baby. Please stop discounting yourself.”

“I wouldn’t change one thing about you, baby. Not even your stupid jokes. Not even the way you tease me.”

“I love your mind and the way you think. How kind and passionate you are. How you support me through everything. How you take such good care of me and everyone you love. God, I love the way you love. I love how wholly and completely you give love. And I love your body, baby. I love how pretty your face is, how perfectly your body fits with mine, how completely, mind-blowingly sexy you are. All of you. There’s not one part of you I am not head over heels in love with. We’re an absolute knockout of a couple, but you are by far the better half. Baby, please believe that because it is the truth.”

Every word is woven between kisses and touches and the easing of your whole body and mind. There was no way these words were planned. They were genuine. You could hear the authenticity in his voice, even though the unpleasant raspiness that had formed as he desperately tried to hold back his own tears. He had you whipped. Completely convinced.

You belonged here right in his arms. Right up next to him. As close as the world would allow any two people to get.

After you’d calmed down completely he asked without looking at you so he could keep you close, “What happened?”

You told him everything. The words you heard. How they beat around in your head, leaving a cold thunderous ache throughout your body. How your support system had failed you. How he had saved you from the treacherous thoughts that were certain to continue sending you spiraling downward if he hadn’t fixed everything simply by being him. And how much you treasure him.

He let out a breathy laugh, that soon grew into a full-on laugh as the tears finally left his eyes.

“It’s not funny Tōru!” you pout, basking in the sweet sound of his deep laughter.

“I know,” he says, still laughing. He clears his throat and does his best to stifle down the laughter, but it keeps bubbling up, “I know, baby. I know. But you know how I feel and you know that’s not going to change.”

“Then why are you laughing,” you ask, giggling as you wipe the last of your tears from your face and wipe the ones from his. 

“All I can think of,” the laughter breaks through his sentence, but he regains his composure, “is that you think I’m the prettier one.”

You hit his arm as you two laugh on the floor behind the couch, perfectly at ease with the man who you adore, and who adores you.

~~~~

Also just a reminder: Weight =/= beauty. So whether you are plus-sized, or thin, curvy, or flat, your body is perfect as it is. Just please stay healthy and happy and that’s all it takes. “Fat” does not mean ugly. “Skinny” does not mean ugly. Please stop associating these words. They’re not the same.

Beauty is your kindness and your compassion and your integrity. Your will to fight another day, your will to stand up for others, your will to give voice to the voiceless. It’s the way you look when you’re passionate and the way you constantly bring joy to others. So while I personally do understand associating my worth and my beauty with my weight, we all know that it’s just incorrect. Beauty does not fall into any physical mold, so please don’t try to hold yourself to a mold that was created by people who profit off your insecurity. You are you, and that is a goddamn blessing. You are you and that is more than enough. Your body is perfect. Please be kind. 

[imasimpforshanks]

Hello <3 Can I ask for Angst alphabet with Coby ?~ thanks a lot <3

Angst Alphabet - Coby

a/n: BRUHHHH HIS WAS SO HARD TO DO BC HES SUCH A SWEETIE 😭😭😭😭😭💗 regardless, I hope you like it! x

ALSO - please note reader is a civilian and not a marine (but coby is still a marine). It was just easier for me to write it this way !!

A- Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

Coby wouldn’t exactly blame himself, but he would feel really weak. It would be lots of comments about his own worth and capabilities such as: “I’m still too weak” or I’m never going to be strong enough”. (kind of similar to Zoro in that sense).

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

He would try to be as honest and as upfront as possible, but he gets really anxious and just starts stumbling over his words ending every sentence with “ya know?”. In the end, he just uses every cliché in the book because he can’t remember or seem to find the ability to say what he really wanted to.

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

This dude is far too much of a sweetheart to ever make you cry. If you were to cry because of him, it’d be because of how much time the two of you have to be away from each other. He hates having to leave you because it’s always a lot of tears on both sides.

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

He would be devasted. Crying in front of anyone and everyone he doesn’t care. Coby would also become really unmotivated and go through a little bit of an existential crisis like “What’s the point of this anymore?” “what am I even doing?”. Eventually he’d remember how much you believed in him, and how much good he could really do in the world – so, he’d keep going. For you.

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

Honestly, Coby is someone who is extremely open and expressive. He doesn’t (or maybe it’s more accurate to say he can’t) hide his emotions. That’s just not who he is. He expresses openly whatever emotion it is he is feeling.

F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)

He genuinely tries to avoid fighting with you at all costs. Nothing between the two of you ever escalates that far because Coby manages to talk the two of you out of whatever tension has been built.

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

It’s not necessarily guilt, but Coby still feels as though he owes Luffy his life. Because of Luffy, Coby was able to become a marine. It’s because of Luffy that Coby continues to work as hard as he does. Most of what has happened in Coby’s life is all thanks to Luffy and because of that, he feels as though he has a debt he can never repay (even though all of this happened because luffy was just being luffy).

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

Having to be away from you for long periods of time (obviously because he’s a marine) is really painful for the both of you. It can but quite a bit of strain on your relationship as long distance isn’t easy.

During a break-up, his mind would be all over the show. At work, he wouldn’t be able to focus properly which would cause many problems for not only himself, but others around him too.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)

Panic mode: activated. All his focus is shifted to you. He forgets about everything around him and is set on trying to get you help. He doesn’t even try to take down whoever, or whatever, caused your injury. You are his one and only priority in that moment.

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

The sweetheart would feel so nervous. He’d keep to himself and try to avoid you for a while because he can’t stop thinking about how much better off you would be with literally anyone else.

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Coby is definitely not the type to kill for revenge. He hates all the killing and death that happens in the world. He’s a person who is all about trying to stop the cycle of hatred. so despite the anger, pain and hurt he would be feeling he would put all of that emotion aside, and settle it a different way.

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

During Marineford when marines (and pirates) were dying left and right, Coby was shocked. It was far too much unnecessary death. Witnessing all that death was an emotional overload, but it did lead to one of the most pivotal moments of his life.

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)

Unfortunately, it was something entirely out of his control. But one time he had to leave for a mission with the Marines in the middle of the night. He couldn’t tell you anything about it or why he was leaving. He just had to up and leave.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?)

Sometimes Coby has nightmares about Marineford. The constant voices and cries of agony form an endless loop in his sleep, gradually getting louder and louder until he screams himself awake. After waking up in a panic he manages to calm his breathing. Then, Coby gives himself a pep talk “that is why you’re working so hard. To become strong enough to be fleet admiral so nothing like that will ever happen again.”

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

As with the fights, I don’t think Coby really gets mad at you. Probably over something minor like you ate the last cookie or something. It’s not anger, he just gets pouty until you say you’ll make it up to him.

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

Having to do your relationship long distance was a pivotal point for the both of you. For most, it can be a deal breaker and it comes with more negatives than positives. But, for the two of you, it was a wake-up call, and, it was the moment you both realized “I can’t live without you, we will make this work”.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)

I wouldn’t say this is dangerous or toxic idk (???) but ANWAYSSSSS. Coby lacks certainty in his own decisions. He’s not so bad now, but it used to be a lot worse. He second guesses himself too much, which can be the difference between life and death in a high pressure situation.

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around))

Being rejected by you would definitely impact his self-esteem. It’d bring up a lot of insecurities and feelings of inadequacy. (PLS DON’T REJECT THIS PRECIOUS BOY).

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

Coby does have a scar on his head. It’s not entirely certain when or where he received this scar, but it’s likely to be from his rough training with Garp.

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)

No, Coby has never broken your trust. In fact, your relationship is held up by the unwavering trust the two of you have in one another. It may seem funny to say that, because trust is a vital element of any relationship, but it’s particularly the case for you two. Being a marine means there’s going to be quite a few things he can’t tell you, but you know he can’t tell you and he really appreciates how much you understand that.

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

He’s had to learn to cope with not seeing you for long periods of time. But, despite all that practice it’s still unbelievably difficult. When he can, he’ll write you letters to keep you informed about his safety. He won’t ask, but he’d really appreciate if you wrote him back.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)

I genuinely don’t believe he would lash out at you. He just wouldn’t. Maybe, he’s slammed a few doors, but other than that… (sorry I feel like this one is boring af ugh).

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)

Coby always felt weak and incapable in his abilities. Sometimes those feelings resurface. But honestly, he trues to avoid this by remembering how and why he is where he is. He thinks of all the people who have helped him along the way (Luffy, Garp etc.) and it motivates him to push forward.

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

He hates needless violence. He understands in some situations violence is necessary, but, then there are some situations (like the end of marineford) where lives are being lost for no reason whatsoever.

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

He wants nothing more than to openly be BFF’s with Luffy. Given the two different worlds they live in, it’s just never going to happen, despite Luffy being a genuinely good person. (I KNOW THIS IS MEAN TO BE ANGSTY BUT I COULDN’T HELP IT LMFAO)

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

Oh boy. There would be endless amounts of tears. Through sniffles and snot, he’d be trying to thank you for everything you’ve done for him, all the love and support you’ve shown him.

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

Let There Be Cake!!

In which an assortment of Mastersonas visit Seihai’s Chaldea for some tea.

Disclaimer: Err well this may be a very random representation of all the masters, but I hope you enjoy it. (lmao) This may be a bit ooc ;; don’t destroy me pls

Decorating the tables with napkins and cutlery; Mash, Gudako and Seihai helped prepare for today’s meeting.

“I can’t believe so many masters are coming to visit,” Gudako grinned, as she nudged Seihai in the ribs- her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re lucky that I managed to get people like Emiya to lend a hand with the cooking!”

Rubbing their side indignantly, Seihai grimaced. “Hey, don’t nudge me like that! And yeah, I’m grateful...I almost had a panic attack once I caught sight of the guest list.”

Seihai was struck with awe once they realized how many different Chaldeas existed concurrently amongst one another. All they had sent out was a measly little pager, yet it had managed to make a huge impact.

“...To think that parallel worlds really exist...I dunno what to say, really.”

“Haha, try seeing it this way instead- if we can even summon servants from mythological epics, then who’s to say that only one version of this world exists? For all you know, we may live in an entire realm of endless interdimensional universes!” Spreading her arms wide, Gudako reared back her head with laughter, as Seihai accidentally tripped over the table. “For all you know, there may be 100 Gudakos! And they probably all have a nice harem tucked under their sleeves, as well!”

Before Gudako could lapse into yet another one of her much-loved rambles, Da Vinci rushed towards the door of the canteen. “Yahoo! The guests are all here, Gudako, Mash, Seihai. I sure hope you’re prepared!” And with a wink, they were back out the door again.

“Senpai, I think that’s our cue to go now.” Mash cuts off Gudako’s resistance by wrapping her arms around them. “No, senpai. Let’s leave Seihai to deal with teatime today. Good luck, Seihai.”

“Thanks....” Seihai muffled a laugh when they caught sight of the flailing Gudako, who was passionately yelling “NO, I DON’T WANNA WAIT ‘TIL LATER! I WANT TEA NOW!”

‘Gudako sure is an interesting master...’ Taking a deep breath, they went to greet the guests gathering within the hallway.

As soon as Seihai turned the corner, a ginormous loaf of bread was thrust in their direction.

“GWAH!” Leaping back in surprise, Seihai almost tumbled to the ground, until another master with cool, black-lace boots helped them up.

It was Candace and Quin!

“S-sorry about that. You know...I saw your face, and the bread. Yes, well here’s some bread.” Candace smiled softly, as they passed their loaves to Seihai. “I wanted to pass a gift for today.”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you. This bread smells amazing...I feel like I’m in bread heaven...” Turning back to face Quin, Seihai grinned. “Thanks for the save there as well, Quin. You have great reflexes.”

“Ah, that’s nothing much! I just wanted to help, that’s all.” Quin smiles sweetly, as they peer at the bread. “Ooh, that does look tasty...”

“It’s bread courtesy of my own Olive Garden,” Candance’s eyes gleamed with pride; as Quin giggled softly.

“I’ve heard the tales of your Olive Garden as well. BB says that she’d like to make dragon steaks there someday.” As Quin cheerfully shared this, Seihai paled in terror.

‘BB? DRAGON STEAKS? SHE’S NOT GOING TO COOK LIZ AGAIN, IS SHE?’ Only Seihai worried about this, as Quin and Candace enjoyed a good conversation about all of the madcap shenanigans that occurred in the Olive Garden; as well as BB’s cooking skills.

Once Seihai lead them to their seats, they greeted the next group of visitors. There, was none other than Kiryu- with a shy Bunyan lurking by their side, as they held hands- and Julius, holding a rather interesting contraption.

“Nice to see you both,” Seihai waved. As they peered down at the trembling Bunyan, concern flickered across their features. “Is Bunyan okay?”

“She’s just a bit shy,” As Kiryu patted her head, Bunyan smiled brightly. “Hope you’ve got some good drinks and snacks for today.”

“Err...Well we have some tea and stuff....Hahahaha...” In fact, Seihai had no idea at all what was going to be served for tea. They had more or less left everything up to Emiya. “Yeah...”

“I’m looking forward to it too,” Julius unleashed a rather huge machine. “In order to celebrate, I enlisted the help of a few allies to make a ‘magical tea’ device.”

“Cool, what does it do?” Kiryu gave it a light tap.

“It can create tea; in any flavor you want.” Julius explained excitedly. “And by any flavor, I mean any.”

“Nice. That’s more my kinda style.” As Kiryu hi-fived Julius for his genius idea, Seihai clapped with wonder. Julius’ inventions were awesome.

“Thanks, Julius. Well, the canteen is just by there. I’ll see you in a bit!” As Seihai went to look for the other guests, they were caught off guard by an array of floating cards.

Yes, floating cards.

‘B-bruh..what?!!!’ “Y-yo...” Seihai smiled awkwardly as they backed away from the dancing cards. ‘Shit...Where’s my runes? SHIT!’ Worried that they were magical spirits or something, Seihai was about to unleash the algiz rune to make a protective ward- until the cards transformed into people!

It was an amazing magical trick. Arising from a sparkling array of stars was none other than Faye and Vann; two mages that were very adept at magical skills. As Seihai breathed a sigh of relief, Vann posed.

“Yo, it’s me! I’m excited for some tea today.” Vann gave both Faye and Seihai a fist-bump.

“Me too, it’s my first time visiting here! Glad to make your acquaintance.” Faye shook Seihai’s hand.

“Nice to meet you both as well." As Seihai greeted them, the two began to discuss their various skills.

"I'm amazed you also know some card skills and tricks, Faye. Think we could work together?" Vann summoned a card from thin air.

"Hehe, I was taught them by some good allies of mine. Sure, why not?" Pirouetting, Faye invokes a supreme burst of magic, as a bunch of photos land in her hands. "I've been putting my magic to great use lately."

"Ehh! Lemme see!" Vann and Seihai clamored around Faye, as they peered at her photos. "WHOA!!!"

In her hands was none other than a gleaming collection of rare Ereshkigal and Serenity photos....photos that were worth their weight in gold.

'Hot damn, that's so adorable...' Seihai's eyes watered slightly when she caught sight of the cute shots of Serenity laughing and Eresh blushing. 'Faye has some mad skills.'

"Whoa, you gotta teach me that sometime...Wait. Seihai, where are we going again?" Vann looked up suddenly. "Aren't we going for tea?"

"Ah, yeah...I forgot. The canteen’s just by your left.” As they went off on their way, Seihai freaked out in horror as yet another card leapt into their face-Vann grinning mischievously at them as he and Faye walked along.

“H-holy crap...card magic is so good, yet so scary at the same time...” Seihai hoped that they could be as good as them at magic someday. Finally turning to look for the other masters, they bumped into some familiar faces.

“Oh, there you are! We got lost on our way to the canteen,” The final group of masters stood nearby, waiting in the wings. Maya, Val and the mage trio of Kat, Cris and Jeanne greeted Seihai, as they lead them to the location of the tea party.

“Ah, sorry about that. Actually, I also got lost trying to locate you all,” Seihai grimaced. They had lived in Chaldea for god knows how long; yet still struggled to find their way around!!! “How are you all doing?”

“Never been better.” Maya spun to the side, tapping their feet. “It’s a nice break from my regular duties.”

“Ooh, you mean your duties as the CEO of Chaldea?” Kat shot them a wide grin. “How’s that going?”

“Perfectly well! I’m having a lot of fun. What about you? How’s the trio doing?”

“We’re doing great! Although Spartacus ran into a bit of a frenzy during the movie shooting recently,” Jeanne spoke reflexively, stroking her chin.

“Haha, sounds just like him!”

As they burst into rancorous laughter, Seihai tapped Val lightly on the shoulder. “How about you, Val? Are you doing alright?”

“Huh...? Oh, yeah?” A light blush sprinkled across her cheeks. It seemed as if Val was hiding something. And Seihai definitely wasn’t the only one to notice. Leaning towards Val, Maya cheered.

“You hiding a little something?” As Maya winked, Val’s blush deepened.

“Er...Well, you see...” Sucking in an enormous breath of air, Val swung a ginormous box out of thin air. “The girls and I picked out a bunch of tabletop RPGS for us to play! But I was a bit worried that you guys maybe wouldn’t want to play...So, yeah. Well, you know.”

“Val...” Seihai’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears. The fact that Val had gone out of her way to bring games that she carefully selected with the people she loved...It was adorable. So sweet that Seihai clutched their heart. “I really appreciate the sentiment. Thank you.”

“Yeah, we do too. Games are good fun,” Cris patted Val on the back, as Maya helped Val carry the enormous boxes. “No need to worry.”

“Trying out new hobbies is good! Besides, I read Jeanne Alter’s doujinshi on a daily basis. There’s no way I’d judge you for that.” Maya was right. Hobbies were great to share!

“...Thank you...”

Once everybody had gathered for tea, utter chaos ensued. As Seihai panicked, Emiya was competing against Julius’ tea machine. That’s right; Julius’ tea machine was a challenger in Emiya’s eyes. However, Emiya won the competition once he showed off his brilliant bartending skills- by elegantly pouring Kiryu a nice cup of beer.

“Heh. Not even a tea machine can match up against my bartending skills.” His expression was smug.

“He’s got you beat on that one,” Kiryu conceded, as he took a nice sip of beer. “Wow, this beer’s amazing!”

On the other hand, the other masters were cheerfully wolfing down Candace’s baked loaves, and a wide assortment of cakes that had been ever-so-kindly prepared for them. Even Bunyan was treated to a special pile of pancakes.

However, problems began to occur as masters started to arm wrestle over who’d get the biggest slice of cake. Despite this, Quin defeated every single challenger as swiftly as possible.

“I love cake,” She exclaimed, as she took a glorious slice. Nobody could defeat her!!

‘I’m so damn jealous...’ Seihai sighed, as they settled into a small slice. After that, things went even more nuts when playing some of Val’s tabletop RPGS. Even though magic was meant to be banned when playing games, that certainly didn’t stop anybody!

By the ends of things, the canteen was bustling with fun; laughter; and a massive pile of cards.

Once Seihai saw all of the masters off, they chortled. ‘That was a lot of fun...’

They hoped that they’d all come back again soon.

Lol it’s finished. Sadly, I couldn’t go into detail about the tea time events as there were so many visitors! well hope u enjoyed. XD

List Of Mastersonas Included (tags):

@hasabbydoneanythingwrong @hasishtardoneanythingwrong @hasereshdoneanythingwrong @hasnightingaledoneanythingwrong @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @havetheavengersdoneanythingwrong @hasbbdoneanythingwrong@hasnobbudoneanythingwrong

[sorenskyhigh]

Hey Queen!!! I have to thank you for tagging me in your Tendo headcanons (love this man with all my heart btw). I don't want to take up your time with my ranting about him so, how about Tendo with a very flirty s/o and he kind of gets jealous. #jealousTendo. Love your writing and your blog. TY TY TY

Hey beautiful!!! It honestly makes my day when I know someone enjoys what I do!!! Thank you so much!!!

I would be more than happy to write about one of my top three favorite Haikyuu boyos

I hope you like this

Tendo Satori With a Flirty S/O

Tendo already didn't really like how flirty you were before you two started dating, but now that he's sharing his life with you, it really gets on his nerves

He doesn't want to say anything bc, you are really popular and he feels if he does you might leave him for someone "better"

Seriously this boy needs all the love and is precious someone love him and tell him everyday he is perfect

You don't really mean to be flirty, you honestly are just really social

But that doesn't stop guys and girls alike from flirting with you and becoming a little too touchy feely

Whenever someone starts getting too close to you, Satori will worm his way physically between you two

Tendo also never lets you go to hang out with friends alone

It's not like he's hovering over you the entire time, but he is watching

A lot of people that you used to hang out with that were unsavory now don't talk you bc Tendo scared them

He never would threatened someone, no not all

Its just his odd personality that's off putting

Yeah right.......anyways........

But sometimes, Tendo just can't help but get really jealous

Like one time when you two were at a rather high end party for your work

You both were dressed up and absolutely smexy

Tendo had his arm loosely draped around your waist as he followed you through the crowd of mutual, peers, strangers, and some work friends

"Paradise, I'm going to go get us some drinks. You wait right there and just keep looking amazing" he said as he tapped the end of your nose affectionately

He walked away and you were immediately swarmed with people who had been giving Tendo a good bit of distance

Only those with a spine of steel walked up and struck up conversation before he left your side

A guy that you barely knew from work was standing really close to your side as he excitedly talked and talked

You had pointedly took a step away twice so as to put space between you and him

He was a really big muscular guy that stood a good bit taller than you

You even had tried introducing him to some of your other work friends but his attention was squarely on you

"Sorry but can you please give me just a little bit of space" you ask very politely

"Why? What's the big problem with me standing this close to you? You've been flirting with me and leading me on for the past year. So you don't like me now that your boyfriend is here, huh? You're such a"

The guy was interrupted by a very very angry Tendo coming up behind you and wrapping a protective arm around you, pulling you to the other side of him

Tendo made himself a shield between you and the guy

"Were you perhaps about to call my Paradise a slut? Huh? Did you get your wittle feelings hurt bc she doesn't like your toxic masculinity? Were you gonna throw a fit about it, huh?" Tendo said in a mocking tone" Huh, tough guy?" He said with venom and a threatening glare

Tendo's face was inches away from the guy, who was stunned, intimidated, and angry

"I would suggest you never speak to her again unless you want me to shatter your soul to pieces" Tendo threatened, leaning away and wrapping both arms around you protectively

The guy huffed and left

Tendo then asked if you guys could leave, he was irritated

You obliged and he cuddled you for the rest of the night, not wanting to even leave you alone to go to the bathroom

"Satori I swear I wasn't flirting with him" you declare with an air of guilt

You thought Satori was angry with you

"I know my Paradise. But no one is ever allowed to talk to you or treat you like that. I will break them" he said rather threatening as he buried his face into you hair

"But, I must admit for the first time, my Paradise, I was very jealous"

You assure him that that guy wasn't worth it

"Not him, everyone else. I know you don't mean to come across as flirty but.......it always seems that way to everyone else and so they start flirting with you"

You felt a wet warmth in your scalp and continued to cuddle Tendo and assure him that he was indeed the only one for you

From that day on Tendo was very upfront about when he got jealous

If someone got a little too close he would declare himself as your protector and one and only

He sometimes would get very kissy and touchy with you if he noticed someone wasn't quite giving up after he announced himself

He never did anything too sexual but a butt squeeze here and a heated kiss there

Now, when you guys were home and alone after someone wouldn't give up on trying to take your attention away from Tendo well.... 😏

Let's just say Tendo has you pay him back ten fold

like by folding you over various pieces of furniture

But for the most part Tendo is good at not getting mad or too irritated

Especially if he gets compensated I'm not sorry

Well...........this took a turn even I didn't expect but I hope you like it

Anyways.........🤭 teehee

@thatfunnysprout @popcorntime-doodles @multifandombrainrot @kneecapstealingalien @jiheonity @akabxne @weareallhumans123 @smallmangi @canadian-crow @just-jellyfish @immiamarais @i-need-coffee-now-pls @foreveryoung050 @kuroos-world @silverfire6 @luminasapphire @shadowsbutdead @simpfornishinoya @goshikisimp @anothershadeofpink @mestayanon @japoga @all-around-fandoms31 @myyeetfelloff @itsallgonnabokayihope @g00s3 @boreateo @mirrorballmyfave @vaniatslover @backalley-astrologer @lil-mellow-bunbun @strawberrymakki

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

Kdrama recs Part 1

Hullo and welcome to the kdrama life @camsthisky​! The following list is not in any particular order, other than the fact that I start with a more rom/com vibe and head toward more romantic/action or action. All the following kdramas are set in the modern day, and part 2 of my recs for you will be either darker kdramas set in present day or historical dramas.

Let the list begin!

1. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon: 

Do Bong Soon is a v smol woman who has super strength and who wants 1. To create her own video game 2. Get her police officer crush to return her affections. Which like, police officer is kinda cute but he ain’t that special. Bong Soon winds up becoming a bodyguard to Ahn Min Hyuk, the extremely rich, kinda spoiled, ridiculously extra CEO of a gaming company who does not like the police for secret reasons, and sadly does not have a good relationship with his family. (He a lonely boy underneath everything.) Min Hyuk finds out about Bong Soon’s powers, is in TOTAL awe of her, offers to train her in fighting, and literally falls head over heels for her.

The caveat with this show is there is a subplot or two that annoy me, BUT I just use the 10 second skip button and it is totally worth it because the romance is super cute—SUPER CUTE (also I have a list of favorite actors and Park Hyung Sik is def on it—one minute he is an adorkable, blushing bby the next he can be intense and sad)

He cute

2. Her Private Life: 

Hello fake-dating!! Ryan Gold (an adoptee who didn’t live in Korea for a while) is a former artist who stopped painting because he couldn’t deal with his Stendhol (?) syndrome (among other traumas). Deok Mi is the classy art curator of a famous museum who definitely does not have any secrets she wants to keep from the world—well, other than the fact that she is the number one fangirl of kpop idol, Cha Shi-an (who also appreciates art) and has a major crush on him. Ryan becomes director of the art museum and there is a whole thing with getting Shi-an involved in an art show.

Following this and a series of unfortunate events a false rumor starts that Deok Mi and and Shi-an ARE dating. It’s a little complicated to summarize, but basically what you need to know is that Ryan and Deok Mi become a fake couple so there won’t be a scandal for Shi-an or violence done to Deok Mi by rabid fangirls. I enjoy the fake-dating trope a lot, and how it becomes real for both of them! The leads are played by Kim Jae Wook and Park Min Young, who both have incredible range. Lots of soft moments in this one! Good kisses, a scene where the faves bake together, and also Ryan wears a lot of deep v-neck shirts and jackets which is an attack on me personally.

The show also contains a bit of angst, which I LOVE. Hand-holding becomes an important theme 😊

RYAN NO

3. Crash Landing on You: Rich South Korean heiress/fashion designer Se-ri accidentally winds up in a North Korean village, and really REALLY wants to go home. Mostly because there are no scented candles or spa-like bathtubs in the vicinity, but also because she could easily disappear into a NK jail and never return. A North Korean captain named Ri Jeong Hyeok finds her and decides not to turn her because, one, he’s a good guy who doesn’t want to turn an innocent person over to what might be her death, and two, turning her over might get his four underlings in trouble for reasons. Said underlings are his family, basically, and they are a deLIGHT. One is an argumentative proud sort who likes to drink and to feel important and who tries to provoke (and gets provoked by) Se-ri at every opportunity, one is a lover of banned South Korean dramas, one is a 17 year old bby who misses his mom, and one is the silent but most loyal follower of the captain. 

Besides all these people, there are two other characters (including a surprisingly wise conman) who become faves and major players in the plot.

There is a great mix of humor, romance, found family, and angst, and I love it very much. A few things don’t go the way I want them to near the end, but a bit of imagination and fanfic can fix anything 

ALSO I FORGOT THE CAPTAIN GETS SUPER SULKY FROM TIME TO TIME AND IT IS HILARIOUS

Show of hands, who thinks they will meet again

4. Are You Human Too: A FAVORITE SHOW OF ALL! TIME!

What do you do when your husband dies and your evil mega-rich father-in-law takes your son away from you and keeps you from seeing him ever? Well, if you are scientist with more genius than positive coping methods, you build yourself a robot son who looks exactly like your real son. Great solution, am I right?

Nam Shin III is the name of my favorite robot son, played by the inestimable Seo Kang Joon. He is the purest bby you will ever meet, being designed so that he never lies and so that he will immediately go to hug anyone who cries. He seems quite a contrast to the bitter human Nam Shin, who hates his gilded prison life, hates his Grandpa, and tries to sneak away from his right hand man, Secretary Ji Young Hoon, his only friend in the world. The girl in the show is Kang So Bong, an ex-UFC fighter who was so badly injured she had to quit. She is at first a bit jaded and mercenary because of her past, but she has a golden heart that just needs to be reminded of its existence.

Not going into details to avoid spoilers, but everything upends when the robot Nam Shin has to take the place of the human Nam Shin. The show is a soft, funny, angsty exploration of what it means to be human, with some good found family throughout. The character development is phenomenal, and the connection between So Bong and Nam Shin III is *chef’s kiss*. I just want to give a shout out to Seo Kang Joon who plays a duel role like you wouldn’t believe, to SKJ’s smile, to the soundtrack, and to the character of Young Hoon, a loyal, steady, and self-sacrificing secretary that we do not deserve  (gosh tho he looks good in blue!)

Look at my robot son getting a long-looked for affirmation! (his lil smile!!!

5. W: Two Worlds: 

This show unique because it  meta as HELL! Oh Yeon Joo is a junior doctor and the daughter of a webtoon artist whose big hit, W, is coming to a close. Much to her surprise, she gets pulled into the world of the comic where she encounters and saves the main character, Kang Chul, a former Olympic shooting champion who was blamed for the murder of his entire family, and whose sole desire is to find the real killer. It’s a good romance between them, and I also love Kang Chul’s relationship with his hyung, which, tho it is not always a main focus, is present and wonderful. Kang Chul himself is both intelligent and adorably bratty, charismatic and angsty, soft and fierce, and he is one of my favorite kdrama characters for sure.

As for the meta, the show does a fantastic job exploring the rules of the comic world, of how one can enter and leave, the importance and power of main characters and supporting characters, and the purpose of an author. There is always another twist coming, and it is just so much fun!

UM SIR PLS POINT THAT ELSEWHERE

6. Healer: 

I watched half this show and never realized that the female lead is played by Park Min Young, same actress as in Her Private Life. Someone had to tell me lol! She’s just so good at playing different people. In this show, she is Chae Young Shin, a reporter for a celebrity tabloid who has big dreams of becoming a famous reporter who investigates stories that actually mean something. She is a bit quirky, very cute, very brave, and probably one of my favorite female leads. She lives with her dad above his coffee/teashop bakery and is friends with all the ex-cons he has defended while doing his other job of lawyering.

Anyway this show is more of a romantic/action drama. To get an idea of the titular Healer, picture what you would get if you took some of Batman and Nightwing’s aesthetics (wearing black, hanging out on rooftops, punching people, flipping around, etc) and put them into a night courier who likes to watch National Geographic and dream about one day going off to an island where he can live all by himself for the rest of his days because oh yeah he is a loner whose only friend is an older woman who sets up his jobs and whom he has never actually met.

There is also an older reporter that Young Shin looks up to, the fun tabloid office where she works, a heck lot of mystery surrounding some tragedy involving a group of reporter best friends/found family back in the 80’s/90’s, and of course both members of the OTP have childhood trauma that has made them who they are today. One of my favorite things that happens in the show is that Healer has to go undercover for a while, Clark Kenting it up in Young Shin’s tabloid office, which overnight becomes a real news agency for reasons.

The action is LOTS of fun, and the romance is really soft and cute, and better still, when there is a misunderstanding or something that gets in their way, they almost immediately talk about it and resolve issues. They TRUST each other and give the benefit of the doubt where many tv couples would break up or get in big fights. I find it (plus the character development) very refreshing.

I couldn’t find a gif of my favorite fight sadly. This will have to do

7. Lawless Lawyer: This has Lee Joon Gi. Watch it.

Just kidding, there are many other reasons to watch the show, but it is true that Lee Joon Gi is one of my favorite actors. The man has phoenix eyes, a jawline that could cut silk, diamonds, you name it, and such a deep well of emotional acting that it literally kills me when his characters rage/weep/love/etc.

Anyway, in this legal thriller/romance/action drama, LJG’s character Bong Sang Pil is a beautiful, very extra ex-gangster/now lawyer who opens his own office, ready to fight villainy and avenge his mom with the law or with his fists, whichever is more useful at the time. He has a right hand man named Manager Tae and recruits a bunch of thugs as his minions, and they all become a weird sort of family as the show goes on.

Ha Jae Yi is a quiet badass lawyer who has no time for sexist idiots and gets her license suspended for smacking one of said fools. She gets recruited to assist Sang Pil, and they find their goals align as both their mothers were destroyed by the villains.

Speaking of the villains? EXCELLENT acting by them all, like they need to go down obviously, but you can’t help but be in awe of a few of them or even get attached to one or two in a weird way. Props to the show for having one of the best female villains I have ever seen

What an icon

Here you get two gifs of him

Sorry I needed to make it a magical three lol

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Tune in next time for historical dramas and modern dramas that are a bit darker!

[jaeminlore]

A Flame That Still Burns | Jaemin

series timeline | playlist

summary: here i am, right next to you, and suddenly the world is all brand new

words: 8.3k+

category: pirate!jaemin, carpenter!reader, reader is gender neutral unless i slipped up in which case pls let me know so i can fix it, long-haired jaemin, angst, LOTS of grieving, not a conventional love story, PLEASE read hyucks “I Will Be There” before you read this, also jaemin is sad for basically the entire thing i’m so sorry but it’s important for his character development

Jaemin is seventeen years old when Prince Donghyuck is abducted.

"You have to get me to the sea," Jaemin pleads with the King's Advisor. "I can help!"

The man turns around, bristling at the closeness of the tall boy. "Lord Na, your father has given us explicit instruction to keep you here, safe on land."

"Hyuck wasn't safe on land, was he?" Jaemin retorts. He knows it's a low blow, but he needs to be out there. He's the only one who can find him.

"Jaemin, I am going to have to ask you to keep your mouth shut. We're going to find His Highness, but we need to do it without the entire Eastern Kingdom knowing that he's gone. It will only send them into an unnecessary panic."

"What if he's already dead? What if one of the villagers know something? Have you tried the merchants, because they trade with pirates all the time. Surely they would know secret routes, motives, ways of contact-"

"Enough." The man looks exasperated. He holds the front of his coat tightly in his fist and manages a forced smile Jaemin's way. "Our knights are on it. Mortem will be found and executed before you know it, so don't worry."

Jaemin mocks the man's words from behind his back. As if anyone would know how to find his best friend better than him.

When the man walks out of view, Jaemin is quick to head down to the boathouse, alerting one of the many seafaring servants. They bow out of politeness, and continue their work of preparing the ship to sail.

It's a massive rig. Looking like a pirate ship itself, though discernible by the royal coat of arms that adorns the pearl-toned flag. The wood is smooth, free of any splinters that might plague Jaemin as he runs his hand across the side. He can practically smell the gunpowder from the canons inside, just waiting to attack Mortem and bring back the prince.

Jaemin spots a rope ladder, dropped from the top deck. More than likely, it's for the servant to finish their final safety check. Jaemin sees it as a sign.

Before anyone can see him, he climbs aboard the ship, and becomes a stowaway.

-

Jaemin finds that despite being a natural chatterbox, he can get around as silently as he needs. He finds the ballast tank and hides himself behind the basalt rocks. The only time someone would find him here is if the ship becomes off-balanced. If he hides well enough, no amount of rocks extracted will reveal him. Besides, Jaemin is pretty small. He's technically not a man yet, just an adolescent.

So he tucks himself in and waits, patient and silent. To be honest, Jaemin was bred for this. He knows how to sit still thanks to all of the boring lessons his father insisted he attend. Years of sitting quietly and daydreaming have birthed some of Jaemin's fondest memory. Heck, Jaemin is pretty sure he could sleep with his eyes open at this point.

He imagines finding Donghyuck. He imagines finding his best friend and bringing him home.

The waves bob beneath the ship, and Jaemin finds the steady rocking to be a pleasant lullaby. He curls into himself and falls asleep while struggling to ignore the pain of many small rocks jabbing into his shoulder.

-

Jaemin is found five days later. To be completely honest, he's thankful someone finally noticed him, because he was beginning to go crazy in that little compartment. And he could only sneak so much food and water before the cook begins to notice that his rations are disappearing.

"Do you think this is a joke, Lord Na?" It's the same advisor from the castle. Jaemin really wishes the cynical man would've stayed home and saved him some of the embarrassment. There's an awkward blanket of silence after his question, for Jaemin simply does not want to answer it.

"I'm alerting the king and your father," the man continues. "I expect you won't be allowed back into the kingdom."

Jaemin's head pops up. "That's not fair! I just wanted to help find my friend!"

"You directly disobeyed orders given to you by your father, and more importantly, me; the king's chief advisor. Therefore, I have the right to banish you from the Eastern Kingdom if I see it fit. And I do."

Jaemin is left on the port of a rugged little town that seems to purely be a dock for merchants and traders. He enters the tavern closest to the docks and approaches the counter. "One night, please."

The man behind the counter accepts the shillings. "You look like hell." He has an accent.

"This tavern looks like hell," Jaemin retorts, lifting his elbow out of a sticky patch of spilled mead. "Do you even try to take care of it?"

"I have other things to do," says the innkeeper matter-of-factly. "'S not my fault my grandparents left it to me when I told them not to."

"You don't like it?" Jaemin accepts the mug of mead slipped across the counter for him. He pretends not to notice the weird grease stain sticking to the handle.

"What's to like? It's by the merchant's dock. Pirates and unlawful traders come in all the time. If they don't kill you or take you prisoner, they take all of your resources. I'm better off far away."

"How much?" Jaemin wipes his mouth. Once you get past the weird taste of pork grease, the mead is actually pretty good.

"Oh the mead? That's free. Who knows what's in those old jars."

Jaemin frowns. "I meant the tavern." If pirates come in and out, then it's possible the famed Mortem will show up sooner or later. Even if he isn't, Jaemin imagines the different pirates crews must gossip about each other in taverns, right?

He imagines managing a tavern where pirates feel comfortable enough to clue him in on the gossip. He imagines someone telling him where the prince is being kept. He imagines finding the prince in less than a month, and bringing him back unscathed.

"Oh, name your price."

-

Jaemin is eighteen years old when he meets a rouge pirate, desperate to save up for a ship.

Jaemin seems to be in a similar predicament, as he wasn't prepared for the amount of money it took to run a tavern. What money he brought with him went directly into the tavern. What money he could afford to save back was never enough, and Jaemin feels like screaming at the misfortune of it all.

Then this random pirate appears, asking for solace, and Jaemin figures it might be nice to have a friend. He puts them behind the counter with him, asking them question after question about what pirates they know and trust.

"I only know two crews," they say. "Mine and Jeno's."

"Jeno?" Jaemin wipes the counter, thankful he can at least keep the tavern tidy despite the traffic that runs through daily. "Is he another captain?"

"Yeah," they say. "But I don't think he's going to be out at sea anymore. Last I, uh, heard, he was going to stay on land."

"Friends?" Jaemin asks. To be honest, it's been awhile since he's been able to have a proper chat with anyone.

"Not quite."

"More?" Jaemin teases them with a soft jab to the side.

"Not anymore," they say with a sigh, and Jaemin wonders how much love is truly worth.

He changes the subject. "So, what's your plan?"

"I want to save up for a ship and a crew," they say, and it falls so perfectly with Jaemin's plan that he jumps on the opportunity.

"Can I come? I want to be a pirate."

"Absolutely not," they say.

Jaemin knows he'll have to convince them, but he's sure they'll come around.

-

Jaemin is nineteen years old when he and his business partner are captured by Mortem himself.

Jaemin counts it lucky, until the ship is blown to pieces, and he's left on the ship of his partner's former lover.

Was Donghyuck on the ship? He would've been with them in the cell, right? Jaemin would've seen him on his way up. He had tried to check as many doors as he could before he was shoved towards the second ship.

And what is he to do, standing on the dock, a bundle of clothes in his arms? His eyes reflect the flames of the shipwreck. He sees debris and oil and fire that seems to float across the water and yet... he sees no bodies. 

None living, anyway. 

None that look like his prince, anyway.

Jaemin thinks about diving in. He thinks about digging through the lost remains to find his precious friend; the one he's spent years planning to look for. He can't believe he's only a day late.

He missed it by a day.

Jaemin is in a daze when puts on the clothes. He doesn't even realize someone is leading him to the kitchen before he's there, standing in front of a potbellied man. The man has dreadlocks, held back by an orange bandana, and he has a deep voice despite the gentle smile on his dark face. "You look like hell." He has an accent.

Jaemin can't be bothered to form a reply. He slumps down onto the bench and watches the man use a giant ladle to stir whatever stew he's cooking. It smells like fish, and it reminds Jaemin of the Eastern Kingdom. He wonders when they will figure it out — that Donghyuck isn't coming back. He wonders if they figured it out a long time ago. Maybe he's the delusional one here.

"Name's Silver." The man says. He has two golden teeth and one missing from the front.

"Jaemin," he mutters, accepting the bowl of soup he's offered. Though reluctantly, his body feels better at the first bite, after barely any food for three days. He wonders how long Donghyuck went without food. Maybe he died within the first month. The only one who knows is now sleeping with the fishes, and Jaemin finds a bitter sorrow creep up into his throat. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"'S' not that bad, is it?" Silver lets out a hardy laugh, like he could care less about what the food tastes like.

"My friend died." Jaemin shoves a spoonful of soup into his mouth and swallows it without chewing. It scratches his throat on the way down, but Jaemin hopes that might make up for how he's let Donghyuck down. He's let the entire kingdom down. He chokes up — from either the situation or the potato chunk stuck in his throat, he does not know. "I was too late."

"Oh, my boy." Silver sits down. The entire bench creaks under his weight. He smells like sweat and broth, but there's something comforting about he way he quits what he's doing just to be near Jaemin. "Losing a friend is never easy. I know that for certain."

"I didn't do enough," Jaemin says. "I got lazy, and I made hasty decisions."

"None of that, now," Silver says. "I'm sure you did as much as you could."

Jaemin wants to tell Silver that he's let down an entire kingdom. He wants Silver to know that he's one of the most disappointing people in the world. He wants to tell Silver that he failed the prince. Prince Donghyuck who was always so bright and happy and ready to cheer anyone up. Now, Jaemin is sure, he's gone. When your entire life's purpose is to rescue someone who is now dead, what do you do?

What is Jaemin supposed to do?

Without much thought, Jaemin leans his head against the large cook's shoulder. He closes his eyes tightly, picturing the thought of Donghyuck in his last hours. Did he know Jaemin was looking for him? Did he know that Jaemin has spent all his time trying to finally get on the sea, and yet once he does, he's too late?

"There, there, Lad." Silver pats Jaemin's head. "Your friend knows you tried. They know."

Jaemin let's himself cry. The stress of the kidnapping and the fight flow through as he sobs into Silver's shoulder. He fiddles with the bandages on his arm. The wounds don't hurt to much anymore, but he supposes maybe he's still in shock. Or filled with adrenaline. Or some other scientific thing he learned during his lessons.

All he knows is that when Silver sneaks him a bottle of rum, he can't help but bring it out as soon as he hears a complaint from his tavern partner.

It's an excuse, he knows, but he chugs a few gulps, enjoying the burn the rakes down his throat.

He's told to slow down, but he can't explain the amount of pain he's trying to drown. No one knows why he cared so much about becoming a pirate. No one knows why this was so important to him. He figures it doesn't matter anymore. "Sorry," he focuses on his words, trying not to trip over them in his drunken haze. "I just feel bad." (Not a lie.) "I didn't mean to make you and Jeno fight." (Not really a lie, but not his main concern either.)

He's brought out onto the deck for some fresh air, and he focuses on the beauty in the stars. He recalls Donghyuck's canopy above his bed; the sewn constellations that Donghyuck admired so much. He wonders if the king and queen think of Donghyuck when they look at the stars. He wonders if he will be able to find peace after this night.

Truthfully, he doesn't think he will.

-

It takes a few days to get back to the port where his tavern lay dormant. Jaemin and Silver walk into the building and see that — luckily — not much had changed.

"It's yours," he says, passing the key to Silver. "Thanks for everything."

And then he's back at the harbor, purchasing the small vessel he's had his eye on for years. The Peribat's mast kind of droops. The sails are a bit torn, and Jaemin thinks the melancholy ship is perfect for his mood.

He's given a coat; told not to trade it. He knows he won't, because it's getting close to winter and he has nothing else to wear.

Jaemin hugs his old tavern partner; bids them fairwell; thinks of how happy they seem after being reunited with Jeno.

He wishes he could've found Donghyuck.

-

You are nineteen years old when Jaemin hires you to join his crew. You're behind your father's lumber shop, chopping firewood when Jaemin comes around back. You know him as the tavern owner, though lately it's been run by someone new. "Good morning," you risk a smile. Your words come out in white, frosty breaths.

Jaemin is quite handsome, though objectively so. His hair is a deep and dark brown, similar to his eyes. The quirky lift of his chapped lips sets some intrigue, and you wonder if he knows how many of the villagers admire him. You also wonder what he's doing talking to you.

"You're a carpenter, yes?" He hasn't smiled much since he came back, you notice. Of course, it's widely known that the two tavern owners had been abducted by pirates. Only Jaemin came back. You wonder if the rumors around town are true; and his friend is dead.

"I'm my father's apprentice," you finally get around to correcting him. You swing the ax down and chop the log you had previously set up.

Jaemin waits for you to finish wiping your sweaty forehead with the bottom of your shirt. "Do you know about ships?"

"I can mend one, if that's what  you're asking." This is pirate and merchant territory. Everyone owns a ship, and every ship needs repairs eventually. Jaemin probably knows this and is simply using formalities.

"I'm asking if you can help me with mine."

"Name?" You grunt, heaving another heavy log onto the stump.

"Na Jaemin," he says. You're surprised that his last name is of Eastern nobility. But that isn't important, because that wasn't what you were asking.

"No, the name of the ship."

"Oh," Jaemin raises his eyebrows. "She's called The Peribat."

"That old thing?" You can only imagine how many repairs it's going to need. "You bought it?"

"Cheapest one," Jaemin shrugs. "Plus, I like the name."

"Unrequited?" You translate. The cold wind seeps through your thin coat, and despite the amount of work you've been doing, you haven't felt any warmer. You're just sweaty and cold, which is a gross combination in your humble opinion.

"Love or reward unreturned," Jaemin's eyes seem to look at something behind you. Something that isn't there. "It's interesting that that's what someone named their ship."

"I wonder who didn't return the captain's love."

Jaemin cracks a smile. It's small, but it feels like a little glimmer of sunshine peaking through a storm. "Me too."

"Do you think his ghost drifts across the dock every devil's hour, moaning about the love he never received?" You smile and lean on the handle of your ax.

Jaemin quirks a brow. "Maybe. I haven't spent the night on it yet."

"Where would you go?"

"I don't know." Something in his tone tells you that he does. "Just start anew."

"That might be nice," you say. You picture leaving your controlling stepmother and living a life on the sea. "Would you hunt for treasure?"

"Maybe," Jaemin bites his lip. "I did hear about the siren's treasure, but it never seemed important to me."

"What's the treasure?"

"No one knows," Jaemin shrugs. "All I know is that there's a key. Something belonging to the sirens. They say when you return it to it's rightful owner, you'll be given a bountiful treasure."

"How do you know if you have the key?"

"I don't know..." Jaemin trails off. "But if you want to be clueless with me, you're welcome to."

"You drive a hard bargain, Captain Na Jaemin."

-

Mending a ship takes months when only two people are up to the task. Luckily, Jaemin is good at making the days pass by quickly. Though solemn, a bit of his jovial spirit peaks through every now and again, and the two of you begin to learn a lot about each other.

You struggle to saw a piece of measured wood as you speak. "So what would you do with treasure? Assuming you found any?"

Jaemin is sitting against the wall of the ship, taking a break from nailing down planks. A goblet of water rests between his fingers. "Start anew, I suppose. I don't really want to go back to land anytime soon, so I'd probably blow some money on a brand new boat and sail as far as the eye can see."

"Sounds quite dismal," you say. You wipe the sweat off of your forehead and toss a sawed-off plank towards Jaemin. "I would go off to the Western Kingdom, I think. I'd live in a little cabin behind a bunch of trees."

Jaemin hums. He uses his hammer to nail the plank down and then sits back onto the balls of his feet. "We should get started, then, shouldn't we?"

-

Jaemin is nineteen years old when he becomes the captain of a crew. To captain a ship is one thing, but convincing an entire crew of men that you're capable of leading them towards a better life is a different ballgame entirely.

Though you are only a carpenter, Jaemin makes you his first mate. The rest of the crew are given jobs and tasks to do, and though it takes a few weeks to get a routine going, Jaemin likes to think that they're all doing a rather good job.

The pilot stays at the helm, steering the ship away from any dangers afoot (or rather, afloat.) The cabin boys — Chenle and Jisung from the Southern Kingdom — are both lovely, and Jaemin takes to them as if they're his own. The Quartermaster, a man named Jaehyun, is Jaemin's new favorite person. He's a man that Jaemin trusts, so much so that he's content to make him second-in-command.

But perhaps, Jaemin's favorite addition to the crew is a boy his age named Yangyang. He's the sea artist, the navigator. He keep tabs on where they sail and how much distance they sail each day. But mostly, he finds a secluded corner of the ship to hide in, and there he fixes the maps, or paints the seascape ahead.

He's more of a free spirit than anyone on the boat. With no set goal in mind, he truly is only here for a good time. Jaemin decides that's what he likes most about the boy.

He finds that many days at sea, he can lose himself in Yangyang's paintings for hours, memorizing the lines and strokes.

Yangyang is painting again today, and Jaemin hands him a piece of buttered toast he was given by the cook. "Here, eat up. Our rations are dwindling. We're trying to find land soon, but we should eat our best food while we can."

Yangyang bites into the bread and washes it down with the water Jaemin also brought him. "Check out my newest piece."

The worn and yellowed paper showcases a couple, backs turned on the viewers. They're leaning against the railing of the ship, hairs tossed in the wind. They're smiling at each other as if there isn't the beginning of a storm breeding around them.

It takes Jaemin a few moments to realize. "That's me and Y/n."

"Yeah," Yangyang says. "I captured the moment from a few days ago. I don't think the two of you knew I was watching."

Jaemin scrunches his nose, feeling odd. "Why'd you draw us? What's so interesting about two people talking to each other?"

"Notice your body language," Yangyang says, matter-of-factly. "Y/n is open and honest, turned towards you with arms uncrossed. You're closed up, feet pointed away, eyes on the sea while Y/n's are on you. It was just interesting to me, is all."

Jaemin thinks about the painting for the rest of the day. It settles in his waistband, behind his leather sash. He can feel it sear his skin through his shirt. He wants to take it out and study it. He wants to read between the lines and figure out what Yangyang means when he calls Jaemin closed up.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You lean against the middle mast. There's a tool belt around your waist. It's a little loose, perhaps made for a grown man rather than a young adult. There's a streak of red paint across your cheekbone, and Jaemin stares at it in order to avoid your gaze. "Ah. I'm just tired, is all."

"You're always tired, it seems," you say passively. You wait for Jaemin to defend himself, and when he doesn't, you continue. "Anyway, I've repainted the doors below deck. They were beginning to look pretty worn, and we had spare paint in the hull, so..."

"I'm sure they look wonderful," Jaemin says. He wants to mention that red is his best friends favorite color. Was.

He curses himself. What's the point of running off to sea if he can't forget about everything that happened?

"I'm gonna turn in," he says, voice a bit heavy. He knows you can sense the change of mood, but you don't mention it. Jaemin is thankful.

-

You are nearly nineteen when you decide becoming a pirate on a whim is perhaps not the greatest idea.

Firstly, rations are a thing, and it's completely normal for pirates to run out of food if they don't find land on schedule. Secondly, fights will break out between crews, and every once in awhile, someone will get hurt. As the carpenter, and in turn, the surgeon, it's up to you to keep these men alive despite no previous medical training. Thirdly, the captain is your only friend aboard, and he's more distant than ever.

Your starving and worn out crew finally reach land, and they all disperse to trade their goods and make a profit, agreeing to come back to the boat on the dawn of two weeks.

You follow Jaemin and Yangyang to the marketplace, where Yangyang plans to sell his art.

Once he's settled, and needs no additional help, you grab Jaemin's hand and pull him closer to the city. "Let's find a nice place to stay. We have the savings for it."

Jaemin holds his coat closed over his chest. "We should find the library and ask around about the siren's treasure."

You stop and turn to Jaemin, studying his face. There are dark circles beneath his eyes; chapped lips red and cracked from the salt of the ocean. He looks beyond tired, and you know that what he needs more than anything is a warm bath and a bed on land. "We have two weeks. Let's spend some time resting."

Jaemin huffs. "I was going to sleep on the ship."

"Jaehyun said he would, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but–"

"No buts, Jaemin." You tighten your grip on his hand just as his loosens. "You've been walking around the ship like a ghost for the past few weeks. You've been eating less and sleeping more. The entire crew is worried about you."

"I'm fine," Jaemin says, voice distant. He trails after you, so quiet that you have to keep looking back to make sure he hasn't left you.

But it's just Jaemin, trudging along with his eyes downcast to the dirt road in front of him. He's wearing an oversized brown shirt; one certainly stolen from one of the crew members. His hair has gotten longer, after not cutting it, and it's curling beneath his ears.

You wonder if he should tie it up; keep it out of his face. Then again, maybe the reason he's keeping it long is purely to hide his face. "In here," you call, shaking thoughts of his appearance out of your face.

Upon entering the inn, you're struck with the tender reminder of how nice it is to live on land. The hearth keeps the room warm, easing your bones, chilly from months at sea. You hesitate to approach upon seeing so many men sat around, playing cards or sipping rum straight from the bottle.

Jaemin grabs your wrist. The action is weak; even weaker when he presses his chest against your shoulder for some kind of subtle support. "I don't want to be around anyone else," he confesses, vulnerably settling in the lines of his face.

"Okay,” you say. "We'll get a room and tuck in."

As soon as the innkeeper opens your door with his key, Jaemin b-lines for the window and yanks the drapes open, eyes scanning for some unknown subject. He finally settles, "My ship. I can see her."

"Yes, it's safe, Jaemin." You leave your rucksack beside the door and stand by his side. "It won't disappear just because you aren't on it."

"Yeah," Jaemin breathes. You find yourself studying his appearance again, but this time his face. The way his lips are dark and chapped. His cheeks are sunken in, and paired with the dark bags beneath his eyes, he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Hasn't been happy in months.

"Jaemin?" Your touch is tentative, a gentle press of your palm against his elbow. "Let's rest now, okay?"

Jaemin deflates. You can see it in the way his hand slips from the windowsill. He nods, then turns his body to you. "Are you going to be here?"

"If you need me."

"I need you," Jaemin says quickly. He blinks slowly, eyelashes long and gentle against his cheeks. "I'm tired."

"I know," you say. "You need to sleep."

"No," Jaemin shakes his head, a stubborn pout on his face. "I'm tired of this. Of everything. Of pretending to be something I never was in the first place."

Jaemin drifts over to the beside table, where a pitcher and dish full of water are waiting. He begins to untie the front of his shirt, even though he doesn't really need to, as the neckline is too big for him anyway. He yanks the garment over his head, rolls it up, and dips it into the dish. He begins to wash his face, leaning down so that you can see just how taunt his skin is stretched over his vertebrae. He's far too skinny. Not even just from rationing food — letting his crew eat before him. This is the kind of skinny one gets from losing their battle with life. Losing their will to whatever haunts them.

Jaemin's skin is as tan as his shoulders are broad. When he straightens up again, you can't help but notice how small his waist is. That despite his large clothing, his belt tapers him at a small measurement most pirates don't have after days of hard work in the sun. Jaemin looks like he's still a noble from the Eastern Kingdom. 

Maybe in his heart, he still is.

"Why did you ever leave nobility in the first place?" you ask, tempted with the desire to figure out Jaemin's backstory.

He sits on the edge of the bed, much too small for two people, but you know you'll end up in it anyways. He looks very much like a boy in this moment, face illuminated by the lantern light. "Prince Donghyuck," he says through a sigh.

"May he rest in peace," you say almost automatically. It's been your village's reply for ages in respect to the missing prince, who most assume is already dead.

"Yeah," Jaemin laughs humorlessly. "May he rest in peace. He wasn't dead, you know. He was there, within arms reach. I was in Mortem's ship, and I couldn't save him. I couldn't find him. The ship blew up, and I failed my prince. I failed my entire country."

"Jaemin." You're quick to sit beside him and place a comforting hand on his knee. Heat radiates off of his bare skin as he leans onto his knees, face in his hands. "None of that is your fault. Everyone went looking for him. The four kingdoms sent their best sailors out. Who's to say he stayed at sea? You said you didn't see him on the ship, right? Mortem's ship?"

Jaemin sniffs and nods. Before you can speak again, he curls against you, tucking his face into your neck. "I tried, Y/n. I tried, but the ship was on fire and everyone was fighting and–"

You shush Jaemin through the action of running your fingers through his hair. He slumped against you, and you can feel the weight on his shoulders. You can feel what he's been carrying with him for the past year. "You were close? You and the prince?"

"Yeah," Jaemin chokes, "Like brothers. The only other person he confided in was Prince Mark from the North. And he had a friend on staff, but not many other people loved him as purely as he deserved. And now he's gone."

"But you did everything you could," you say, holding Jaemin tighter. "It's not your fault that Prince Donghyuck is dead."

Jaemin bursts into tears then, an uncontrollable sob that breaks your heart into a million little pieces as you listen. He's weak against your hold, so he doesn't put up a fight when you gently push him down.

The two of you lay beside each other, the only sound besides Jaemin's scattered hiccups; the sound of the uneven waves outside.

You grasp at his arm and pull him close until your foreheads are pressed together. "You know that, don't you, Jaemin? It's not your fault."

Jaemin curls against you, sobs more sporadic. He's clutching your shirt, and you can feel his wet lashes brush against your shoulder. "I know that," he says, voice low and scratchy. "I just don't know how to believe it."

-

Jaemin is nineteen years old — almost twenty — when he learns that if you're leading a group of people, you can't show weakness.

So Jaemin doesn't. He allows himself a night at the inn to cry himself out. To fall into a lethargy just for the night, where he's too tired and worn out to think of anything.

He meant what he said to you. He knows it isn't his fault. Logically, there's no way he could've saved Donghyuck. His head knows that. His heart, however, is doing everything in it's power to convince him that he could've done more.

Maybe he could've.

Jaemin sighs and looks out towards the sea. His crew is in good spirits today, now that they've figured out how to ration food properly between ports. Now, the deck is often filled with the crass sound of sea shanties.

You're busy lately, after a rough storm took off part of the top sail. You've been busy mending, sewing with a few crew members who could spare the time. But today you're alone in your task, so Jaemin takes that as an excuse to see you.

"Hey." He sits down beside you and picks up the spool of thread you're using. It's horribly tangled, so he works out the kinks while you see the sail.

He studies your face for a moment. Just a quick, fleeting moment he wants to steal from the world. You, and your long lashes, and the way your hands are rough from your work. "You're sunburnt," he finally states, reaching out to poke at your reddened nose.

"It's hot out here," you state plainly.

"We've reached the Southern borders," Jaemin guesses. He sees his crew mill about, the majority of them forgoing their shirts in an effort to keep cool. Sweat shines against their skin, and Jaemin feels the motherly urge to force them all to go wash up and take a quick nap. He's still getting the hang of this whole pirate thing.

"We need to stop again," you say, exasperation in your voice. "This sail isn't going to hold, and the mast is nearly wrecked. I need to find new wood and rework the framing of the ship."

"What?"

"The Peribat is going to wreck one way or another," you say. "From weak sails or weak foundation. We have to stop for repairs."

"The crew isn't going to want to stop," Jaemin says.

"I know." Your voice holds a sort of resolve to it. Jaemin wonders if you know how regal you sound; like you could walk right into Eastern Court and be accepted. He wonders if you'd even care about that. "But we're stopping anyway. I want to live."

You set your eyes on Jaemin before you continue. "Jaemin, how long are you going to lie to them?"

Jaemin's mouth feels dry all of a sudden, and he doesn't think it's from the humidity. "How can I tell them? How can I tell them I have no idea where the siren's treasure is?"

"You haven't even tried," you hiss. "I told you to research and ask around, but you didn't. We're sailing in circles and I'm really tired. Jaemin, the adventure was fun when that's all it was — adventure. Now it's just a chance to ignore our problems. I don't want to ignore them anymore."

Jaemin knows you're right. He's been running for years, desperate to get away from all that haunts him. But really, where has it gotten him, save perpetual exhaustion? "You're right," he says. "We'll dock are the Southern Port, and I'll give the ship to Jaehyun."

"You can find a life for yourself, Jaemin." You tear off a piece of thread with your teeth, grimacing at the taste. "If you keep running, how will you ever find where you're meant to be?"

-

The Southern Kingdom has always been a place Jaemin wanted to visit. Of course, he would prefer better circumstances; ones where he isn't giving up the ship he's grown to love so much.

But you're right. Harboring a grudge overseas only creates ghosts. Phantom memories. Wounds that won't heal.

Jaehyun is good. He'll be a good captain, and Jaemin leaves all of his goods to him, save his special coat, and enough currency to get both you and him a place to sleep for a few nights.

The spring festival is in full swing. Jaemin isn't sure how, since the air is so heavy with heat. He's not used to this sort of heat. In the East, the air is hot, but there's always a refreshing breeze to keep you cool. Here it's just sweltering heat. The Southern Kingdom is like a desert. There's moisture, but it sticks to one's skin like a parasite.

The festival is set along the village streets. What once were cobblestones are now covered in the petals of cactus flowers. Each home front is set up with wreaths of flowers and odd succulents native to the land. Children mill around, shrieking behind their papier-mâché masks deigned to look like tigers, parrots, and snakes.

You love it.

Jaemin is still mourning the loss of his ship when you run straight into the masses, b-lining straight for the carpenter's booth. When he finally reaches you — breath short and a stitch in his side — you're discussing whetting techniques with a bearded carpenter and his wife. The man is in the middle of carving a nesting doll out of wood. The woman is painting one already formed. Jaemin can see one painted like the famous Prince Yukhei, and another like the new princess consort. He wonders what the smaller ones will be: perhaps a famed knight or a small cactus flower. Maybe a ballerina from the royal ballet.

Jaemin has missed so much; he wouldn't be surprised if there were a new heir.

During his time of observation, Jaemin failed to see how you convinced the man into letting you whet your own little doll with the spare wood he had on his table.

"Jaemin, come here," you say, voice bright with childlike excitement. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet — something that makes Jaemin nervous because you're also holding a knife.

"Please, be careful." He reaches out to take the knife away from you.

"I've never really made toys before!" you exclaim. "How adorable!"

"What is it you craft?" The woman at the booth questions you. "Jewelry boxes? Chests? Furniture?"

"I mend ships!" You say, purity in your voice.

A part of Jaemin feels sharp and warm, like he's just been brushed by a candle flame. It comes suddenly, the endearment. He finds himself excited at the new feeling: a positing change from everything else in his mind.

He moves closer to you. Just to feel the warmth again.

"Mending ships?" The woman clicks her tongue. "I remember dreaming of a life on a ship. Thought the adventure would awaken my spirit and help me find my will."

"Did you?" Jaemin asks, now interested. "Did your spirit wake up?"

The woman has a bit of a sparkle in her eye. There are wrinkles beside her eyes when she stares up at Jaemin. "It woke up eventually. Didn't have to go to sea, though."

"What did you do?" And Jaemin is desperate; searching for some reason not to feel so hollow and bare on the inside. Something inside of him needs to be released. He needs to find the peace he once had.

The woman seems to understand, maybe more than Jaemin will ever truly know. She hands Jaemin the smallest nesting doll; painted on it, a sprout. "I waited. And I grew. And the things that haunted me grew more distant along with my pain."

You find Jaemin's hand before he can think to ask you for support. You squeeze it, and that warm feeling is back. Jaemin wants to wrap himself inside of it and stay there forever.

"Thank you," he passes the nestling doll back to the woman.

"Keep it," she says. "And don't forget to let yourself grow in your own time."

-

There's a cup of cactus water between your hands, but you haven't taken a sip since the ballet began.

The newest tradition of the Southern Kingdom is the artistic dance— one the princess consort began in the halls of the castle. She's there now, directing the children as the dance around the stage. They're dressed in handsome colors: gold and rose and pearl and silver.

Your eyes are alight as they follow the dancers. Jaemin wonders how long he can stare at you before you become uncomfortable. Right now, he's enjoying watching the way your eyebrows furrow when the music speeds up — the way you pout when it slows down.

Jaemin feels hot again, and it's not the same as the market. It's not the same as the humidity. This is at the back of his neck, and it tickles him when he thinks about your lips, and your skin, and your hands.

He finds himself imagining a time where he could simply gather you in his arms and kiss you senseless.

Jaemin looks away.

Maybe that's enough looking for awhile.

-

Jaemin's never been one for subtlety, and you know that better than anyone.

You get a room at another inn. Currently, Jaemin has his head in the icebox while you study the nesting dolls. "Maybe I should sell toys," you say. "To make some money for us."

"I can sell some of my stuff from the ship," Jaemin's muffled voice replies. He finally sticks his head out of the ice box, and it's endearing to see his nose and cheeks a bright shade of reddish pink. "I have this coat... my friend told me not to sell it, but we can get a lot of money off of it, so I'm sure they'll understand."

"We can have a life here, Jaemin," you say.

Jaemin visibly gulps. "We'll stay together, then?"

"You're my closest friend, Jaemin. We have to stay together. We're a team." You smile, internally thrilled at the way Jaemin's entire countenance brightens.

"A team," he repeats. He bites his lip and keeps his eyes on his shoes. "I'm glad, then."

-

Jaemin is twenty years old when he decides to do something about his feelings. To sort them out or get rid of them altogether — either one is better than this strange limbo he has been feeling lately.

You're filled with enthusiasm and new ideas. You eventually do get your own stand in the Southern Market. You carve toys out of wood and sell them to the many children of the kingdom.

Jaemin attends a trade school now; one teaching about the new technology of mechanics. Jaemin is a clever and skilled mechanic, he discovers. He makes the mechanics that go into jewelry boxes and wind-up dolls.

He thinks of the sea often still. To ease the longing, he works on the prototype for a pirate ship toy that really sails when you stick it in the water. The blueprints are laid out over the bed (one the two of you share in the small storefront you were able to afford.) Jaemin's already in his nightshirt, but he has no plans of sleeping. His designs are nearly perfect, and he desperately wants to have them perfected before the holidays.

You're in the kitchen, visible to him through the open doorway. The soft light of the mid-table lantern is the only reason he can see your face, pinched in concentration as you go over the bookings of the day. Tomorrow is the day of the week when you visit the bookkeeper, to make sure the shop is in order.

Jaemin's thankful you have so much knowledge from your father's lumber shop, because he doesn't know the first thing about business and finances and taxes.

He approaches the doorway and leans against the wall, watching as you write in corrections and equations. Your hair has gotten longer since the two of you settled down. It's soft-looking, and Jaemin knows it smells good, because he knows what soap you use. Of course, it's quite odd to think of someone's scent, so he files that thought away with any other tidbit he knows about you that he'd be embarrassed for you to find out about.

"Come to bed," he says, finding his voice in the space between the silence of the house and the loudness of his thoughts. Realistically, he knows his order holds no force behind it, and you may very well stay out all night, fretting over past transactions. He has no influence in your life, despite living with you for so long. He's your business partner, nothing more. Nothing less, either, as Jaemin knows the two of you are affectionate enough — the only source of comfort the two of you sometimes have.

Then again, Jaemin has seen you around other men his age, and you always act different around them. Less pliant, yet more willing. Jaemin is only thinking about it now because of your stubbornness, and the way it does more harm than good. He's also thinking about the way you smile at them; the fair pink of your cheeks and the laugh that's not as genuine as it is with him. He wonders why you fake it around them— rather, why they matter so much that you would.

"I have to recheck these," you say. Your voice gets softer at night, as not to awaken the slumbering peace around you. It's one of the little things Jaemin notices, and likes very much. Of course, he has an entire list of little habits and quirks he's fallen in love with in the past year, but they all stay unspoken in the fear that you'll despise him for them.

"You've been rechecking them since lunch. I don't think you can get any more accurate." Jaemin chuckles. He uncrosses his arms and holds them out to you. "Come to bed. Please."

"Clear it of your blueprints, first," you say, eyes knowing.

"Deal."

Jaemin rolls up his plans and places them under the bed. He loves this bedroom very much. It's smaller than the one he used to have in the castle, yet it's spacey compared to than his ship's quarters.

The bed is just large enough for two, covered in a thin quilt crafted specifically to battle the hot evenings. The window is hidden behind a yarn tapestry in an effort to keep the sun out. It's teal-colored ikat design is from one of the many neighboring islands, as their merchants import goods. Jaemin recognized it a long time ago as one that is usually seen in the halls of Eastern nobility, so now it hangs as a reflective reminder.

There's a small bathing tub, hidden by a dressing screen. Jaemin has always preferred to just get his washing done in the bathhouse with everyone else, but he has come to respect that you want your privacy, so the two of you saved up for a tub to stick in an unoccupied corner. Now the room often smells of orange spice and other fruity smelling soaps and oils you've purchased from the market. Sometimes, Jaemin likes to take baths as well, away from the prying eyes of nosy neighbors. Sometimes, it's nice to just sit in the hot water and relax by himself.

(Only sometimes, though. Jaemin has comes to find that he doesn't really like being left alone, and far too often he has called you into the bedroom to talk to him through the screen, so that he wouldn't have to be with his thoughts any longer.)

There's a wooden chest at the foot of the bed, with just enough clothes for the two of you to get by. Spending day in and day out in a toy shop doesn't really require all that much change in appearance, so the two of you don't have much clothing. Jaemin sits atop the latched lid and stares at his hands.

You walk in, lantern in your grasp. Jaemin can see the contours and shadows of your face in the firelight. He watches you place the lantern on the empty space beside him. "Jaemin, why aren't you in bed?"

"I was— I was waiting for you," Jaemin says. He feels his mouth dry the moment you settle your hands against his shoulders. You lean in close. You always lean in close, but it startles him every time. Jaemin thinks if he could be this close to you forever, always inches away from a kiss, he'd be satisfied.

Jaemin can't help but stare at your lips now, raw and pink from constant worrying. He wants to ask you what this is: why he feels so far away from you despite living with you. He can feel your thumbs, calloused from woodwork, rub against the junction of his shoulder. He wants to lean in, breathe you in, and forget himself in your touch. Jaemin wracks his brain to try and remember the exact moment he decided you carried a part of him, but it blends with his memories so much so that he can't form a solid conclusion.

He supposes it's everything about you. It's your dedication to your work, as well as your knowledge on the Northern political climate. It's the callouses on your palms and the hair on your arms and the way you nuzzle into his side just before you get up in the morning. It's because you always make coffee for him, even when you prefer tea. It's the fact that Jaemin is pretty sure he wouldn't have gotten through these last few years without you.

You lean into him now, climbing atop the chest so that you can properly straddle his lap. Jaemin thinks his heart is going to burst when you press your forehead against his. Warmth pools into his chest and dips down in his stomach. It's familiar and welcome, the euphoria of being around you.

"Jaemin? We should sleep." Your breath is warm across his cheeks, and it should be uncomfortable because of the climate, but he welcomes it wholly.

"I know," he says, but neither of you move.

You close the distance. Jaemin has no idea if you can read his mind or if he’s just that transparent, but you hold his jaw between your pointer finger and thumb, and lift his face to meet yours.’

And your lips remind Jaemin of the verbascum flowers that used to bloom in his private garden. They’re soft and pliant and they’re coaxing him out of his shell so easily that Jaemin begins to worry about his resolve and priorities. Your hands feel good on his shoulders, so Jaemin lets you push the sleeve of his shirt down, if just to feel your touch on his burning skin.

This is it. This is what he wants. Not just the physical closeness, but the intimacy and vulnerability that comes with it. Jaemin likes this. He likes feeling like a real person; someone with a heart and a soul; someone made of more than sadness and regret.

He loves you, he thinks. He doesn’t want to say it; figures it’s not important right now. But he can feel your love in the warmth of your chest, and you can feel it in the quickening of his heartbeat.

Jaemin likes to think that that's enough.