#then i think of how much they must've changed too

[primordialruin]

*whips out my art history books* time to refresh my memory on ancient symbolisms

[ozzgin]

hear me out okayy imagine house full of obsessed monster x clueless human reader

I hear you alright. 👀 Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, mildly NSFW, obsessive behavior, stalking

You had been selected for an exchange program organized by the monster realm: one human to live with monsters, and one monster to walk among humans. They called it a cultural exchange.

Of course, you only found out about it after being kidnapped from your apartment. You thought you'd been taken by some mad serial killer and begged for mercy, until they finally dropped you before a regular looking office desk.

"Why the hell is the human so pale? What did you do?"

The monster lackeys fidgeted and mumbled some barely audible excuse. A slime creature poured you some coffee, and you gawked in confusion. The horned beast at the other side of the table seemed to realize his mistake.

"...They didn't tell you anything, did they?"

You shook your head in denial. To their defense, they'd never dealt with a human before. They must've gotten too flustered in the process, forgetting to speak. Or something along that line. You waved your hand, accepting their explanation, then probed for more details.

The whole ordeal is really mostly meant to satisfy their own curiosity towards humans, but they obviously couldn't express it so crassly to you. It's an exchange, you see. You, too, get to learn about monster customs, from the comfort of a shared home.

Thus, for the indefinite future, you'll be living with several creatures as roommates. You have been provided with your own room, naturally, in order to ensure your privacy.

Then again, how much privacy can one possibly get when surrounded by horny, deliriously infatuated creatures? Your underwear occasionally goes missing. You swear you feel watched every time you shower. And even more bizarre, you sometimes wake up to find a sticky film covering your pillow.

It must be anxiety. It was such a sudden change, after all. That's what the monstrous mates tell you in a sweet, caring voice. You appreciate their involvement, completely oblivious to the perversions taking place behind your back. Even the organizer couldn't foresee the unhinged thirst these beasts have for you. He didn't intend to ship you off as a wet dream to a pack of monsters.

"Is this alright, you think?" you ask, doing a little spin in the living room in order to show the chosen outfit from different angles.

The monsters shift slightly in their seats. If they were to be entirely transparent, you'd look much better stuffed with their appendages, pressed between them, coated in their fluids.

"Looks great", one of them manages to mumble, somewhat feverish. He let his mind wander too much.

"By the way, what were you doing last night? I could hear you saying my name repeatedly from your room."

The creature visibly tenses up.

"I was...I was practicing. It's a little hard to pronounce your name, you know? Being human and all..."

"Why didn't you just say so? I can help you with it. We'll practice until you finish properly", you declare with an innocent smile.

God. Keeping their hands off is becoming harder by the day.

[More Monsters]

[bonsubear]

Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark┃Mark/Invincible x Fangirl! Reader ┃#1

Hi, I haven’t written fanfiction for a hot minute so I’m terribly rusty. So, if this isn’t coherent oops. Also, if Mark is OOC just close one eye and keep reading hehe.

Inspired by @/tiramissyoucake and the anonymous asker who requested a short story of Reader hating Mark but loving Invincible!!! I like that idea very much so I’m stealing it for a moment >:)

#1, #2

WC: 1.6k

He should probably feel annoyed about the fact that this girl in his biology class seems to hate him with each fiber of her being for no reason—her eyes always hard with disdain and her mouth quick to shoot an insult whenever he did an action or said something she didn't like (which was basically anything, even breathing) but oddly enough, he didn’t.

She had transferred to his school before his powers kicked in and before his superhero alter ego, Invincible, was born. She was in a couple of his classes besides biology. On some occasion his eyes couldn’t help drifting to her, noting one or two things about her.

From what Mark could tell, she was quiet and kept to herself. You’d think that she was a hard-working student who was diligently taking notes with how she would pretend to type something important on her laptop, but he always quietly chuckled at the sight of her on some shady website reading an obscure comic.

He would quite literally watch her browse through comics with long titles and choose the most outrageous plot then shift her laptop away from the direction of other students as if people (aka him) behind her couldn’t clearly see what she was doing.

Oh, and in English class she would tuck her air pods in her ears and try to cover them with her hair—playing some sort of audio book or a YouTube video. Even though she would try and hide her reactions, Mark could tell whenever something amusing happened. The small quirk of her lips, how fast she would twirl her hair, and the slight sway of her body as she stared blanky at empty air while listening intently.

Also, you were a fan of shopping for clothes and accessories. Nearly every day he would notice a brand-new item or piece of clothing on her. It could be a new, shiny necklace that fits perfectly on her chest or a new jacket that was too neat to be old. She also shopped for cosmetics like perfume that smelled differently from the last and a new subtle shade of lipstick that was applied perfectly on her lips.

Though her spending habits didn’t go well with her checking account. Mark caught the girl pouting multiple times looking at her bank account that was a little bit too low for anyone’s liking, refreshing the screen as if the number would change.

...

Okay, maybe he took note of a little bit more than one or two things. Whatever, sue him.  

But for some unexplained reason, this girl had serious hatred toward him. The type of hatred you’d think Mark did something absolutely horrible. Like, shooting her childhood pet or punching her elderly grandmother.

He never did any of those things or anything else. However, he must've done something to piss her off at some point to declare him public enemy #1.

“I’m going to throw acid at your face and make you blind if you don’t stop staring at me.”

“Nerds are usually smart, thanks for going against the stereotype.”

“I went to Loserville and the residents told me you were the mayor.”  

“Wow, you killed that, Mark! … Next time make it yourself.”

It was insult after insult every time he interacted with her.

“Dude, why do you keep trying to talk to her? It ends the same way every time.” William deadpanned after he witnessed yet another verbal attack on Mark, you walking away without sparing a single glance back. “Don’t tell me your one of those guys who get off on that sort of thing.”

“No! No! Why would you suggest that?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” He flatly replied, raising his brow. “That girl clearly hates your guts! Yet everyday you try to talk to her as if she didn’t tell you to kill yourself the other day.”

“Eh, more like every day.”

“See! Hates you!”

“Your right, William. I’ll stop trying to be friends with her…”

“Atta boy!”

“… soon.”

“Come on, man!”

Then, when Mark’s powers kicked in and he became Invincible—he got busy and stopped trying to talk to you. Not that he lost interest didn't want to get to know you, but so much things were happening.

His eyes still wandered to you in class, noticing that your hair looked different so that must mean you went to another shopping spree and got a new shampoo or conditioner and other things—but Mark was busy trying to be the best he could be so interactions with you stopped.

That was until he saved your life during an attack as Invincible.

Holding the civilian in his arms tightly as he landed down, small bits of debris on his shoulders as he let out a small huff, he shifted his gaze around to see if any other civilians needed his attention. “It was a good thing I caught you in time.” Mark smiled, his eyes blinking behind his goggles as he looked down at the person he was holding in his arms.

His eyes widened in shock (though you couldn’t tell because of the goggles) when he realized who he had just saved.

Holy shit, it’s you.

And fuck, why were you staring at him so cute? Your eyes that would stare at him with hatred were instead filled with adoration and admiration as your hands were basically trembling holding your phone to your chest.

“I—uh—wow—um,” His voice was caught in his throat, his breath hitching as he wasn’t used to this type of look on you. You stared at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the whole world, and Mark could feel his stomach flip flop as he averted his gaze. “Are, are you hurt?” He squeezed the words out his throat, looking back at your wide eyes that were still filled with that adoration.

“Yes! Yes! I’m perfectly fine now, Invincible! Thank you so much!” You happily yelped, suddenly wrapping your arms around his neck. You squeezed tight, practically burying your face as if he was oxygen and you were trying to fill your lungs.

The scent of your shampoo filled his nose, and he recognized that it was the same one you used on Tuesday. It smelled good.

Play it cool, play it cool.

“N-No problem, citizen!”

“You’re the best Invincible, thank you so much! Thank you!’ You pulled away from the grip you had on his neck, “I’m going to follow you home!”

“What?”

“I-I mean, I’m so indebted to you!” You squealed like a fangirl. Your cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, your whole body shaking from not the adrenaline of almost being killed but instead because of the excitement of Invincible holding you. “Ever since you made your debut as a hero, I’ve been such a huge fan of yours! And now you’re here and y-you saved me!”

… You’re a fan?

He carefully let you down on the floor, your legs catching yourself as he turned around to hide the fact that his cheeks were burning a deep shade of red. “Please, uh, evacuate! It’s not safe in this area—I have to go, s-sorry."

“Anything for you! Stay safe Invincible!”

And anything for him indeed because after that day, you were always decked out in school with some sort of Invincible merchandise attached to you. Keychains, stickers, shirts, nails themed after his suit, and more. Jesus, you even changed the wallpaper on your phone and laptop to pictures of him!

“Wow, you really like that Invincible guy.” Will whistled, pointing out the chibi Invincible phone charm that was attached to your phone case.

“Of course I do! He’s the best hero ever. The coolest guy and the most handsomest!” You whipped around, bursting in happiness at the mention of Invincible. “You would be an idiot not to like him.” You eyed Mark at the ‘idiot’ part, before turning back to Will. “I always liked him when he first appeared on the news, but oh my fucking God after he saved my life, I had to make my love for him public!”

“W-What does that mean?” Mark asked, intrigued.

“What it fucking means, dipshit. It’s obvious.” You hissed, turning to him, “What fan doesn’t have a shrine to their idol? Their one and only? Are you stupid?”

That was not obvious—wait shrine?

“I have photographs of him, official and fan made merch, posters—everything! He’s basically my husband at this point.” You swayed in your seat, your cheeks turning pink with how you were shamelessly gushing about him. You continued to ramble as Mark Grayson stared in disbelief, the girl who hates him loves him at the same time.

You love Invincible but hate Mark.

That made Mark feel… weird. There were butterflies in his stomach as he continued to stare at you and his chest felt a little heavy. He was upset, but not at you—which is odd because it should be towards you—but instead toward himself? Towards Invincible that you were so excited at the thought of his superhero alter ego instead of him.

Was he jealous... of himself?

"How much do you like him?" Mark asked quietly, tilting his head.

"I'll let him crack me open." You sighed dreamily without a second of hesitation, and Mark choked on his spit as soon as he heard that. "Also, correct yourself—I don't just like him, I love him. Now, go away and stop bothering me, loser." You turned around in your seat before he could say that Will was the one to bother you first, not him.

He continued to stare at the back of your head, dumbfounded at how you were a big Invincible fan. A big fan of him.

The urge to turn you around and tell you that he was Invincible was strong. Not because he wanted to rub it in your face that the guy you actively hate on was actually your favorite superhero but because he wanted you to stare at him with those big eyes of adoration toward Mark Grayson, not Invincible.

...

Jesus, what was wrong with him?

This is kinda bad but uh, I tried :P Goodnight I have to wake up at 6 am dfjndfnsj

[ssahotchnerr]

Mom!friend reader bringing everyone cute lunches at the bau with personalized little notes for each person 😭 maybe hotch doesn’t even know that you do this for the others too so when someone mentions readers cooking, he’s like “wat”

personalized

ADORABLE cw; bau!fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, fluff and aaron being cute <3

the pace at which aaron was moving must've been more intense than he intended and realized; as he hurried past jj's desk, the small draft that followed caused a small piece of paper to flutter to the ground.

uttering an apology, aaron immediately reached down to pick it up. however it had landed face up, and his eyebrows furrowed in small confusion as he caught a glimpse of its contents.

your familiar handwriting kept his eyes, instead of peering away as he normally would - 'my sweet jj! thank you so much for your help on the arizona case file, you're a total lifesaver and your expertise is always appreciated, hope you know that. enjoy <3 ps - your new lavender sweater is the cutest. must plan a shopping day w/ pen soon!'

aaron's eyebrows stayed in that confused line, his eyes shifting up to jj's in a silent question.

"came with the cookies." jj answered for him, pointing her head towards the tupperware container perched on her desktop.

instantly aaron's mind made the connection - so that's why you were up late baking. that made more sense; the time you had spent baking was much too long for the small plateful quantity he had found reserved for him and jack this morning.

"pretty girl sure knows how to cook." derek added into the conversation as he approached the cluster of desks, raising his hand to pat aaron on the back but stopped himself halfway - aaron shot him a pointed look, hiding his own amusement, while jj attempted to conceal her smile with her palm.

another eyebrow furrow. "and when have you had her cooking?"

"here and there. always comes with a note too. i could just about fill a desk drawer with how many i have." derek admitted, with his signature, vivid grin. "she may be yours, we get special treatment too, y'know."

a bit later, you strolled into aaron's office, juggling numerous files in your hands.

"as requested," you started, dropping them firmly onto aaron's desk. "five action reports, minus dave's. he told me when you're as experienced and italian as he is, you can slack off and kinda get away with it. but i think that's his fancy way of admitting he's old." you joked with a eye roll.

"thank you," aaron flashed you a smile, sorting through his current papers. assuming that was all, you spun on your heel to head out and return to the everlasting joy of paperwork, but, aaron's voice stopped you.

"hey hold it, c'mere a sec."

you pulled back one of the chairs in front of hiss desk, the legs producing a scraping noise against the floorboards, but aaron gestured for you to come around. your eyes darted in the direction of his open blinds, then back at him. 'you sure?'

aaron nodded in confirmation. and if you needed any more convincing, once in reach you were pulled onto his lap, his hold on you tight.

if he wasn't being a stickler on the open affection, neither were you; you relaxed yourself against him just as you would normally, your body melting into his and throwing your arms loosely around his neck. "what's up?"

"i didn't know you wrote the team notes."

"oh," you laughed softly, with a light shake of your head. by habit your fingers ran along the skin of aaron's neck, scratching the nape of his hair gently. "yeah, if i bring in lunch or a treat or something. or both. or sometimes just because. an appreciation reminder."

aaron nodded, his fingers drumming against your hip comfortably.

"that's not a problem, is it?"

"well," aaron pretended to think, his hand changing motions and sliding up and down your side, "yes."

"actually?" you blurted as your own fingers paused. that wasn't the answer you expected, and it caused a rush of nervous heat to pool within you. until, you saw the feigned, solemn expression on his face.

aaron peered down at you, his playful eyes canceling out the forced pout on his lips. under his breath, he mumbled humorously, "i thought i was the only one getting notes."

you laughed brightly, the joy within the sound immediately bringing a smile to aaron's lips. "oh don't worry, they don't get the lipstick smooch on theirs. that's reserved for you and you only."

"i would hope not."

"or the, occasional... explicitness."

"again, i would hope not." aaron laughed again. his lips graced your temple, lingering gently as he spoke, "you're sweet."

"a very wise, very attractive person once said, 'people need to know they're important'." your lips quirked into a loving smile, a glint in your eyes. "thought this would be an easy way - i learned from the best."

[urno1luv]

squid game (s1) aespa x reader🫣?? ningning is the only sane member + gets a happy ending tho😭

(as for the asks, don't worry!! i saw them all and i'm working on posting them!!)

tags: saebyeok's murder mentioned (😔), yandere behaviour, drugging, noncon, sadism, suicide mentioned once (reader), audiz are written together

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

KARINA and GISELLE, the VIPs

- flew over with giselle from japan just to watch this event, her perversion evident on her sharp features. she's definitely gonna have the time of her life

- her bets were placed on player 101, seeing how he was one of the most brutal players in the games, but giselle advised her to chose number 067 instead, citing her agility and her supposedly "callous" behaviour as a force to be reckoned with. aeri, after all, is one to listen to🙂‍↕️

- however, when both players have died and the only ones left are 456, 218, and you, 457, karina becomes pretty annoyed with giselle's guesses. "yah, uchinaga. we lost a million already, so choose a better player, don't make me lose more."

- luckily for rina, giselle already had her eyes on the cutest thing ever!!! your beautiful doe eyes glistening and filled with fear from player 218's sudden killing of your friend saebyeok. "hmm.... how about you bet on 456 and I bet on 457?" aeri suggests, smirking. "i feel like they might team up against 218, and the other VIPs are betting on him to win. let's divide our chances?" through a lot of coaxing, jimin agrees, her eyes following your every move.

- giselle and karina are pleasantly shocked once you suddenly use that brain of yours and successfully kill player 456 while he's occupied with the other player. with tears in your eyes, your knife enters his throat, giving him a quick death. though you cared about him very much, you couldn't afford to go against him in the next game when you were the finalists. rina tuts once you kill her pick, but it doesn't matter, bc the other VIPs now owe the girls their money since you won!!

- the guards escort you out of the arena, your legs weak with fatigue and guilt. aeri, however, has other plans for you ♡ "unnie, why don't we have some fun before we leave? think of it as a final parting gift!" jimin scoffs, but after thinking about it, why not?

- after being knocked out by gas during the ride in the lift, you wake up rather painfully, two slender but long fingers rammed into your cunt, pounding deep. you can't move your head to see who it is, but you feel woman's chest pressed against your back, her hot tongue on your neck, lips acting like a suction. your fingers twitch weakly, whimpering softly. your brain is too fried to realise that there's another woman sat beside you, smoking a cigarette, her deep voice ringing in your ears. "aeri, you made a good decision. she'll be pretty fun to play with," and she ended with small chuckle, hand snaking around your thigh. seems like you won't rest well tonight...

WINTER, the frontman

- she's by far the most evil, depraved, person out of all. her love for violence stems from an incident that happened when she was younger, in which her father got murdered before her eyes, and that changed her. it seemed as if her prayers were answered, bc he was not a good person to her at all. from then on, she grew up to believe violence was the answer, and violence was needed in order to get what she wanted

- she first saw you while watching players get their id photos taken, and your anxious and hesitant manner got her attention. what is this feeling she's experiencing right now...?

- her eyes gravitate towards you, even in a crowded room. minjeong feels a strange sense of protectiveness over you as you find a bed to sleep on, away from the others. her eyes gloss over with want as she obsessively watches you sleeping, chest rising up and down in your deep slumber. you must've cursed her because she stood in the security room all night, rooted to her spot. she's come to a conclusion, she has to have you.

- during the game where you had to take the marbles away from another player, using no force, you find yourself feeling sorry for the old man you were playing against. i mean, you only joined these games as a final resort, so if you die, it's what you would have wanted anyway. winter, on the other hand, was NOT going to let that happen.

- she orders the guard to not kill you, but after the game finished, bring you to her instead. her heart is pounding quickly, and her breathing has quickened. she would finally get what she wanted. a taste of you, your touch, your beautiful voice and your compassion for others, minjeong was ecstatic that she would have it ALL to herself..

NINGNING, □

- the detective who snuck in when she found out that her sister went missing. she killed a guard and took his clothing so she can investigate the place

- her plans quickly go to waste when she sees you while watching the cameras, your purity shining bright amongst the other players. she finds out that you came here to find the money to pay for your brother's university and for the massive debt you had, and ning makes it her mission to protect you <3

- quickly becomes hooked onto you, cooing as she sees you cowering from the guards whose guns point to your heads as you try to carve the designated shapes in the honeycomb cookies. she totally forgot her original mission, now she's here just for you

- once the night comes, she watches, in pain, as you scream and run from the mob who tries to kill as many players as they could, her fist shaking, fingernails drawing blood from her palm. she wishes she could help, but has to wait for orders from the head

- she decides that it's time for her to leave, but not without you. when the right time comes, she slips you a note, saying that she could help you escape, with the money, if you wanted. the two of you make a quick plan during your trips to the toilet, and you can't help but feel an immense gratitude for ningning. whatever would you do without her?

- once ning murders all the VIPs in cold blood, disgusting etched into her soft features, she quickly secures a suitcase containing millions of won. though it might not be the billions that were promised, it's better than nothing. she throws in some expensive items that the VIPs owned, and knocks twice on the room where the players stayed. successful in your joint mission, you both go through a secret pathway, and hop onto a boat that harboured nearby.

- fast forward to 2 years from now, ningning has won your love as well. after escaping to jeju island, she was surprised to see that you seemed to reciprocate her feelings, your plump lips landing on hers. not only has she secured a generation of money, but she also earned your affections <33

in case anyone wants the pictures, here they are!!!

ning is so baby here.. she cannot look intimidating for the life of her

[butterfly-ribbon]

still in disbelief about how mizu5 genuinely captures the subtleties of transmisogyny so accurately like nothing else i've seen before especially with the nuances with which mizuki's story is told … all it takes is a single sentence, a few words … i love that the classmates saying that shit don't even … realize how cruel they are, bc that's how it /is/ and bc "oh no, we said something weird to a Normal Girl, that makes us look bad" - transmisogyny is just a punchline to a joke for them, that's how detached they are from their own cruelty and it's really not any different from the 'average' misogyny and how that tends to be a joke amongst boys. what ena ended up being exposed to is really just the classmates' 'boy's locker room talk' leaking out, so to speak? ena's probably heard jokes from people about how unfeminine her behavior is in the past and she quickly spits out "that's not funny" bc ena and mizuki are both "pretty girls" who like fashion and dolling themselves up, and hearing them talk about how mizuki's cute in this way … i'm sure it reminds her of her own experiences with being an 'influencer' - people like her when she shuts up and makes herself cute and appealing and ena must've absolutely received her fair share of comments and messages from weirdos for posting selfies of herself online, but i think what drives this home to me as such a fantastic narrative is the way that they call mizuki "attractive as long as she's not making any trouble and being a pain" bc it really speaks to how trans girls are objectified and only deemed 'acceptable' as long as they make themselves into limpless dolls who are acceptable targets for any form of abuse and misogyny instead of trying to claim their own subjectivity as women, so there's so much crossover in how mizuki's experiences work alongside ena's? but also mizuki faces so much more constant and direct criticism, all her actions and choices so closely under scrutiny.

mizuki loves and appreciates the attention of girls and when she first met ena she saw herself in the art that ena made - ena draws a girl in pain and mizuki goes "she's me". in the scene where mizuki gets outed, ena is speechless not bc she thinks mizuki is "gross" or bc she's mad mizuki "tricked" her? she's just horrified that she just got degendered /by association/ and then had to listen to these boys speak about the girl she's in love with in this /aggressively/ violent way, especially since mizuki has a meltdown, knowing, apologizing for hurting, even as ena would absolutely say "no, i'm sorry, im sorry, please don't hate vourself" bc mizuki feels like she's the one at fault for feeling like ena would assume the worst of her, but mizuki also feels like she doesn't have the right to be angry at people … this is the first time we get to see mizuki's rage and it's so palpable … i love so much that she hates the idea of niigo's kindness being born out of her 'abnormality' as a trans girl … she hates everything about this. she hates the idea of coming out, she hates the idea of having a question attached to her girlhood..

mizuki logically knows that niigo are going to accept her bc they've also gone through so much turmoil themselves and understand what it's like to be on the fringes of society, but she still can't shake off all those intrusive thoughts about how they might only accept her out of pity or consideration bc they feel too bad for her rather than a genuine understanding and the idea that things might change between them bc of that is too terrifying to embrace… such patronizing 'kindness' burns too much for mizuki to accept, so she'd rather run away and shut herself out completely… for mizuki it's like being stuck on a bridge where the only two ways out are ones where nothing changes and this hurts in its own way bc she can't tell how much of it would be genuine and how much would be an act and the other way is them /trying too hard/ to be considerate and this can easily become alienating bc mizuki truly just wants to be "one of the girls" in the most natural sense? she doesn't want to be made to feel like she's being accommodated, but there's also all the guilt that she's been internalizing for being "deceptive" and not saying the truth sooner that further complicates things and makes her feel like she's undeserving of any kindness that she may be offered… even though she genuinely was going to tell ena the truth herself, it doesn't matter anymore bc someone else told her before she even got the chance to do so herself and that's something she actually wished would happen in the past, so is there anyone to blame but herself? mizuki's entire thing is that until now she's been "writing" a fictionalized cis girl version of herself when she's with niigo and obscuring her own transness bc she doesn't want to be treated as an Other or have an asterisk attached to her girlhood bc she just wants to be treated as one of them instead of having to explain herself or prove anything but she has her facade violently stripped away from her in the most traumatic way imaginable and now she's entrapped within dysphoria induced suicidal ideation...

[huntingcupid]

THE PERFECT PAIR WITH JEUNG YOONCHAE

you ought to know that I think we're one and the same I don't think we could help it no, I don't think we could help it we don't talk much guess 'cause nothing has changed and I'm not sure I like it and I'm so tired of fighting

⌗ YOONCHAE — fem!reader, fluff, pining, somehow courting?, flirting, swearing, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — the photoshoot went well, yet you felt a pair of eyes glued onto you, yoonchae, ever since you became friends with her she'd always get strangely flirty and shy

⌗ CUPID — request by @artistwitchgirl

your dad's job was one of the fun ones, the one you can brag around in class — you could meet literally anyone in the hybe company — name an idol you probably had a picture with them, it wasn't like you were annoying in the building or loud, actually you were cherished as the buildings daughter due to your age and how close you were to practically everyone

your father had asked you this morning to help him set up, since the company was preparing for katseye's first comeback gnarly — you had agreed since you had nothing to do at home and haven't met any of the girls, “can i bring my ipad?” you ask your father, yes you are an ipad kid but it's because of minecraft, “y/n last time you brought anything there you broke it, but i guess” your father replied just sighing knowing he wouldn't win over you

you smile and grab your bag going to the car, eating some chips — you flip through your dads “vision book” aka what he wanted for the photoshoot, the members of katseye were beautiful, truly they had black and green as the main colors with striking clothing pieces, “damn this is experimental alright” you giggle, yet one of the members caught your eyes, yoonchae was it?

“dad how old is yoonchae?” you ask as your dad drove, he tried to remember tapping the steering wheel, “I'm pretty sure 17 — just about your age, you're just a few months older” your dad replied, you smile softly getting excited to meet someone your age in the company, the rest of the drive was peaceful with your dad playing some sza ( you put him on it ) — once you two arrived you took the elevator up to the 7th floor where the photoshoot room was

you help your father set up the props and background, adjusting some of the cameras to the perfect angle — out of curiosity you asked your dad where is katseye since you couldn't see them and haven't seen them yet, “dad, where are they?” you ask while adjusting a camera's lens to the perfect zoom, “oh they're just getting dressed and after that we will start, go sit and play on your ipad” your father replied, you nod walking to the corner and pulling out your ipad to continue building your tree house in minecraft

a few minutes passed and just as you were finishing the door clicks, and the girls enter, wow, they looked amazing, your dad smiled just as he envisioned he must've thought, sophia the leader helped around while the girls got in position, your eyes were on yoonchae though she looked beautiful and fresh even, with the dark makeup on she didn't look an ounce of intimidating but still managed to make it work

“okay look over here!” your dad says to the girls they look at your corner since it was where your father directed, yoonchae couldn't help but smile, when she saw you, you were pretty and looked nerdy hunched over your ipad in the corner sipping on banana milk — “okay solo shots now! — manon you first” your dad says after clicking the shutter three more times, the girls all left the room, except one, yoonchae, she walked up to you, extending her hands to your reach

“I'm yoonchae, and you are?” she shyly asked that sweet smile plastered on her face, she was taller than you had initially thought and as you stood up the height difference only made itself more obvious, “y/n, you're really pretty by the way” you smile at the girl, “what are you playing?” yoonchae asks peeking at your ipad — “minecraft!, do you play it too?” you ask the girl nods and you two eventually sat at the corner yet again

you two chat for a while sharing your snacks and even exchanging instagram users, the young girl was very curious about you, asking you your hobbies and if you often come here — “mhm, i like drawing, but i don't come here that often” you replied she nods thoughtfully — “oh, actually there is practice in a week can you come?, you can watch us” the girl smiles excitedly you nod just as she got called for her solo shot

that day you went home with her insta user and a build she made in minecraft, yoonchae was persistent that you went to practice to watch claiming it will be fun, your father was reviewing the pictures and you caught a glimpse of yoonchaes picture, you decided to try sketching it out on your sketchbook, with a few doodles the drawing came to life, capturing her infectious smile perfectly — you sighed feeling butterflies in your stomach, you wanted to ignore it

pretend that it was nothing, but the way she looked at you to, made you feel special and wanted, rather you didn't want to sound delusional so you just slept through the night rather than overthinking

meanwhile in the katz hotel room, yoonchae was getting teased by the other members — “ooh yoonchae, she's pretty” lara teases looking over the youngers shoulder to see the girl stalking your instagram, yoonchae hides the phone only to smile like a caught child, “wait isn't that the girl earlier, the photographers daughter?” megan says peeking too — yoonchae tries her best not to smile but she does

“what, she's just my friend!” yoonchae defends earning her sarcastic responses from the girls, “guy's its just her friend that she's getting flustered over!” manon sarcastically says earning her laughs from the rest, yoonchae only hides her face out of embarrassment and whines, “whatever guys” the youngest says

the day of the practice came, you wore baggy jeans and some baby tee, bringing your phone and sketchbook

you asked your dad to drive you which confused him, “i don't have a shoot today, why are you going?” your dad asks as you sat in the passenger seat, “oh i know, yoonchae invited me to watch their practice” you hum, your dad nods with that stupid smug smirk, you knew him too well and knew he was sensing something, “she's my friend dad!” you annoyingly replied — “sure….” your dad trailed, he drops you off in front of the building driving home right away

you chat the younger telling her you were here now, a few minutes pass and the doors open yoonchae running up to you, hugging you tightly which you reciprocated — her hands interlaced with yours as you two chat, making your way in the building to their floor

“soo.., the song is unreleased but i think you'll be a good secret keeper right?” yoonchae warns before you two enter the practice room, you nod smiling at her, entering the room the song boomed on the speakers as the girls warmed up — lara was first to notice you shooting the other girls a glance with a teasing smile on her lips

“ill sit here for a while” you murmur to the younger, waving to the other girls, during the practice yoonchae seemed locked in, no mistakes nor slip ups which also surprised the members, “no mistakes yoon? — you're trying to impress someone..hmmm!” megan teases, yoonchae blushes glancing at you, you smile at her which instantly melted the youngest on the spot

“y/n, yoons sweating can you help her?” sophia calls you, you look around taking your own towel and running up to the youngest — wiping her sweat away, the girl blushes deeper as the members secretly took pictures

after so the practice continued, you focus on the youngest drawing her, her eyes darted to you curios but didn't ask — after drawing her you added a little letter at the bottom, hiding the sketchbook after

“y/n can you record us?” manon asks, you nod grabbing a seat to stand on, the music cue starts and the girls were going smoothly until yoonchae glanced up and saw you smiling — she makes a mistake, which didn't go unnoticed by the members whom just shoot her a teasing grin, you retake about three times making sure they did perfect

during their waterbreak you went to the bathroom to fix your makeup, yoonchae obviously still curious about what you were drawing earlier takes a peek at you sketchbook that you had left previously — the first few pages were flowers and scenery, she hummed smiling tracing over the pencil lines, the girls noticed and also looked, they flipped to the end and saw it

your drawings of yoonchae and the stupid little letter you wrote at the bottom, the girls erupt into loud cheer, shaking yoonchae as the maknae was frozen in place

“oh my god!, does she really like me?” yoonchae asks the girls who all nod, “its so obvious!” daniela replied, soon you enter the room again seeing them crowded near your bag your sketchbook open, you blush out of embarrassment

“soo.., y/n do you like yoonchae?” sophia starts her motherly instinct kicking in, “will you treat her right?” megan follows — “if you hurt her ill haunt your every move” lara threat, yoonchae stops them and goes infront of you

“do you like me?” she asks you nod, closing your eyes scared of rejection and afraid of what she might say, “i like you too” she responds you open your eyes as her arms wrap around your torso resting her head on your shoulder — you hug back earning you a satisfied smile from the girls who took photos again, you kiss the top of yoonchaes head smiling as the girl giggles

“okay now when is it my turn?” lara just jokes — “as if manon doesn't baby you too” megan hits back which lara just blushes to the eldest member smiling, the girls shocked but still glued their eyes on you two especially their happy maknae

wc: 1.6k words

[burningcheese-merchant]

Silent Salt's countenance is... a unique one. Not hideous, not quite, but not conventionally attractive by any means. Coupled with a cluster of scars and other ancient forms of injury further marring his face, he was never an easy one on the eyes, so to speak. He always wore the helm because it was his deeds that mattered, not his identity - or that was how he once thought, in his distant, heroic past. But, in painful, unfortunate truth, it was also partially because he simply didn't want to deal with the staring. With the shock. With the thinly veiled disgust. The forced politeness angered him the most; he knew they were lying, he knew his face perturbed them. He would've respected them so much more if they had just spoken plain.

There had always existed this shallow element of self-loathing within him; never more so than it does with regards to White Lily. She's so lovely, so captivating, and he's... he has to wear a mask all the time, just for some semblance of peace of mind. Hers is a sweet, delicate, almost ethereal beauty. He is grim and gruff and all dark, sharp edges, inside and out. If by some miracle his personality and status as Beast of Silence doesn't drive her away, then his face will. Like it had so many others.

He has never allowed anyone to remove his helm. Not even his friends and colleagues, both then and now (especially not now. Shadow Milk's petty jabs are insufferable even with Salt's face obscured; revealing it again would only escalate the jester's mockery). Even just trying to touch it sparks a terrible rage. It's his security blanket, in a way. Something that grants him a modicum of control over his supposed destiny. He cannot change how he looks, but he can at least hide it. And hide it, he will. From everyone he can, for as long as he can. From her most of all.

Perhaps he could've been more... polite in his refusal of her touch, the first few times. He saw a hand wrapped in green floating towards his face and he responded. The regret that washed over him at the sound of her yelp - startled and pained, an accessory to the tremor in her wrist born from him grasping it so tight - was overwhelming, almost suffocating, and yet... he did it again, the next attempt she made. And the one after that. And the one after that. Nevertheless, for reasons unknown, she persisted.

Must've been that morbid curiosity of hers.

The one time she asked him why he never rid himself of the helm, he answered her simply. "Because I don't want to." Five words - six, technically - conveyed to her through the curling of his fingers and the rattle of his gauntlets as he signed them to her. And she took it well, all things considered. No disappointment, no rebuttals, no further inquiries. Only a slow, thoughtful nod and nothing else. It was a mercy and a relief he didn't think he'd feel so thankful for, until he did.

Something told Silent Salt that she already knew the answer that hid behind the first one. Intuition? Their Soul Jam connection? That glint in her eye that resembled sympathy more than he would've liked? Whatever it is, it hardly matters in the end. She asked once. He answered once. She didn't ask again. That was the end of it.

With time, she grew more bold. No more reaching for his helm; it took a few tries but she learned her lesson there. Instead she let her hands rest on his cold shoulders. Trail along the dents and grooves in his chest. Take one of his gauntlets prisoner, turning it into a test subject, the apple of her curious eye as she studied the metal plates big and small encasing his fingers.

"Your hands are quite large," she remarked one day, some of it to him and some of it just to herself, her eyes still fused to the black sheet of his palm as she spoke. "My friend, Golden Cheese... She once told me that your comrade has large hands, too. Twice the size of hers, in fact. Are they bigger than yours, too?"

Yes, he told her, if his memory served. Once upon a time, Shadow Milk had tried to draft blueprints for armor that would actually suit Burning Spice's brutish proportions, and used Silent Salt's own as both a model and a controlled variable in his design experiments. Spice was as much a foolhardy thrillseeker then as he is now, charging into battle with his beads and bracelets and little else on his person. Whenever the five of them reconvened - and those meetings became fewer and fewer with time - Shadow Milk would nag him incessantly about it. Clucked at him like a mother hen would at an unruly chick. It was once his way of showing concern. Once.

The gauntlets were dirty and must have felt quite cold and unpleasant to the touch. But if White Lily minded, she made no sign of such. In fact, she showed the opposite; if he dared to believe what those slender, linen-wrapped fingers weaving through his own ironclad, mannish ones told him, she even seemed to find comfort in them. In him.

She grew bold, and he let her. A time eventually came when he could no longer help himself - but it was a hard-earned victory if there ever was one. Despite their bond, be it the one forged from their shared divinity or the one forged from their tentative friendship, his old habits and reservations still bound him in chains; memories from a time long gone, of men and women shying away from his sight. Of children rudely gawking. As darkness descended upon his soul, he came to resent them and their harsh reactions, for it was because of them that he looked like this in the first place. Every blade that carved into the flesh of his cheeks. Every creature with terrible claws that sought his eyes as trophies. Every gauntlet that looked just like his own that punched, slapped, poked; whatever the owner could do to leave behind their mark of conquest and shame. Silent Salt endured it all for their sake, and all the thanks he ever got was being gazed upon as a freak. A cautionary tale. A garish art display.

The world branded him a monster long before he ever became one. What reason did they have to be so distraught when he finally did? Is this not what they always believed him to have been anyway?

But White Lily took no part in this wholesale rejection. How could she, when deep down, she was hardly any different? And who would he be to continue mimicking his persecutors, like he has been for far too long?

One day, he found himself under a microscope again. It was cute, how her brow would furrow the slightest bit and she would start to purse her lips the stronger her single-minded focus became. A strand of snow white hair escaped its place atop her head and came dangling, teasing the tip of her nose; yet still, it went ignored in favor of the knight looming past it. Few questioned Silent Salt's bravery, himself included, but now... now he can feel his accursed face growing warm at the thought of tucking that rogue strand of hair behind her ear. Such a deceptively simple thing.

He stood still as a statue as her hands traveled up the metallic expanse of his torso. Up, up, up, along plates that had long lost their smoothness and shine, dipping into scratches and dents left by friend and foe alike, those old scars he wore on the outside. Sneaking past a familiar silhouette, just barely grazing the tips of that fabled fleur-de-lis. He never envied Burning Spice and where his own Soul Jam resided, but in hindsight, perhaps Silent Salt was never much better. With how seldomly he removed his armor, it may as well be his flesh by now. And within his flesh the Light of Silence nested, glowing brighter and emitting a faint pulse upon White Lily's brief disturbance. A broken heart, still as death, woken from its eternal slumber. Dared to beat again by she who held onto its missing half.

Her hands rose to his neck. Some ancient warrior's instinct demanded he take action against this would-be assassin, but he paid it no mind. He knew better. Not that White Lily wasn't capable of such barbarism; she has proven differently a thousand times over by now. He simply knows what an assassin looks like, and what a liar feigning innocence looks like, too - and now, in this moment, White Lily was neither.

His breath caught in his throat when those hands grasped at his head and he felt his helmet begin to rise. Slowly, carefully, betraying their master's hesitation. There was a slight tremor in her wrists - was she expecting him to suddenly reach up and grab her again? To try to stop her?

...The former came to pass, that much was true. But instead of pushing her away, this time, he found the courage to do the opposite: with his hands eclipsing her own, he guided them up and away, taking his helmet with them.

He loosened his grip just enough to let her hands go free. From there, he lowered his helmet and held it tight - so much so that that telltale rattling filled both their ears.

It felt strange for the wind and sun caress his skin again after so long. Once upon a time, he welcomed their embrace; once upon a time, they were a beloved respite, the only reward he ever wanted for himself after a long battle. They never ran away or judged him for this unfortunate face of his; in fact, once upon a time, he might've said and thought that they were the only ones in the whole world that ever believed he was handsome.

White Lily did not run away. She did not veil her disgust behind false politeness. She did not judge that unfortunate face of his.

All he could behold in her own face and eyes was that same old curiosity, adorned with that familiar glint of sympathy and shadowed by sorrow.

She gave her hands back to him. Cradled his face as he cradled his helm, albeit more gently. Ran her thumb over a faded gash in his cheek. Ghosted her fingertips over the claw marks crisscrossing over his eyes.

Silent Salt wondered if she'd already guessed his eyes are purple. He didn't ask. She probably did.

"It must have been terrible," she murmured, some of it to him and some of it to herself, as she observed the scar that threatened to split his hairline.

He nodded. She said no more, but there was no need; he understood what she meant. "It must have been terrible, how you earned each of these." "It must have been terrible, how others would shun you for what you endured." "It must have been terrible, how you felt compelled to hide behind a mask all this time, for lack of remembering any other way to exist." Only White Lily could say so much with so little. He always cherished it.

Through her quiet, endless searching, he could sense that she wanted to know more. In her eyes were questions that she wouldn't let out of her mouth. She wanted to know where the scars came from. What caused them. Who. How. Why.

Despite that morbid curiosity of hers, she did not ask. Although it likely pained her, she held her tongue and gave him peace. This was something else Silent Salt admired, something else that made him favor her above all others. For unlike others, her politeness was real.

He caught her stealing a glance at his lips, the faintest shade of pink tinting her cheeks as she did so. Gone were her sorrow and sympathy, leaving curiosity behind. In their place came... something else.

Perhaps the wind and sun weren't the only ones who believed he was handsome anymore.

She grew bold, and took a step closer - the only step left to take, with how close they already stood. Placing her feet atop his own in a small, adorable way to compensate for her height.

Only now did his supposed bravery return, and grant him the strength to tuck that strand of hair behind her ear. She seemed surprised, more so by his sudden gesture than she'd ever been by his face, the warm color in her cheeks turning more vibrant. He wondered if she could see that he felt just as bashful. She probably did.

She stood on her tiptoes, inviting him to tilt his head down with the soft nudge of her palm against the nape of his neck. He did so without resistance; now it was her turn to guide him.

She grew bold, and pressed a kiss to his scarred lips. And he let her.

[babybearnation]

Kimi Oscar and Lando (separately) with soulmate!reader?

i picked different soulmate AUs for each driver since you didn't pick a specific trope - i hope thats okay! also you didn't specify which kimi so i'm doing both :D

gn!reader (soulmate aus)

kimi antonelli - your soulmate can't hear your voice:

ollie had been hyping you up to kimi for months, showing him pictures of you and telling him about all your wonderful traits and habits

its safe to say, kimi was in love with you and he was totally ready to meet you - and soon enough, he would! ollie was bringing you to the first grand prix of the 2025 formula 1 season!

you two meet up via ollie and kimi opens his mouth and greets you and... your eyebrows furrow. you can't hear him and when you talk to ollie, he realises he can't hear you

ollie soon realises what is going on and he laughs, before jokingly offering himself as messenger for you two - you and kimi agree but both of you are eagerly awaiting the time when you can finally hear each other

it takes a couple of weeks of back and forth texting & calling, and many plane journeys, for you both but eventually kimi works up the courage to ask ollie to ask you if kimi can kiss you

you say yes, he kisses you really sweetly on the plane to japan, and finally, finally, he can hear your sweet, sweet voice that he has oft dreamed about

kimi raikkonen - time freezes when you're in the same place as your soulmate and resumes when you make eye contact:

kimi was too focused on his racing to particularly care all too much about his soulmate - he'd meet em when he meets them

you're a relatively new formula 1 fan and you'd been given not just race tickets but also a paddock pass, allowing you to get up close and personal with the cars

you excitedly enter the paddock, ready to have your fun... and every single thing freezes around you - you panic and start running through the paddock, yelling the word help over and over, trying to find someone who wasn't frozen

kimi, on the other hand, was chilling in his garage when everything went still and he wasn't sure what to do until he heard your yelling and realised someone else was unfrozen

he rushes out to meet you and the second you make eye contact, everything unfreezes and the two of you quickly connect the dots - you're soulmates

kimi crosses over and smiles shyly at you, and the pair of you introduce yourselves to each other, setting up the beginning of a beautiful relationship

oscar piastri - you have a watch with your soulmate's time on it that beeps when you meet them:

oscar couldn't help but feel bad every time he looked down at his soulmate watch and saw that your timezone never changed - after all, his changed all the time and surely that must've been annoying

seeing your soulmate's timezone change all the time left you quite confused but you figured he was either very wealthy, travelled for his job, or both - plus you loved to figure out where he was each time it changed

its when you both notice that you're in the same timezone for the first time that you feel excited but you're not sure what to do now that you've noticed this - you have no other clues

you both decide to go out one night for a walk, not even thinking you'd meet the other but knowing that if you did, the watches would beep

so when you bump into someone and turn to apologise, the rapid and loud beeping that comes from both of your watches startle you until you, in sync, click the buttons to silence them

you look up and meet his warm brown eyes and smile, sticking your hand out to shake his, promptly making both of you the happiest you've ever been

lando norris - you have your soulmate's name on your wrist:

lando wasn't ashamed of his soulmate mark, not at all, but he did keep it covered up during the f1 season to avoid any potential weird fans using it against him

you, however, were perpetually shocked and awed by the name on your arm turning out to be your favourite formula 1 driver but you were also afraid because... how would you ever tell him that in a way that wouldn't paint you as an obsessive, stalkerish fan?

and then you get a paddock pass and are free to roam about wherever you please - you don't even think about covering your arm until a member of mclaren staff asks to see your id because he saw the name on your wrist

you show him it and, before long, you are being taken by the staff member to go and meet lando, your favourite formula 1 driver, your soulmate

lando wasn't sure what to do when a member of mclaren staff told him that his soulmate had been found, innocently wandering in the paddock with his name on their arm, completely uncovered

but when the two of you meet, lando can tell it's serious - the damn near instant connection to and draw towards each other tells you as much

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[veryberryjelly]

hey girl!!! I think ur still writing for jake from b99 (hopefully) so i was wondering if i could request him with a reader who's on her period and she's working, jake brings her home and comforts her (cause her cramps are rlly bad) <3

jake peralta x fem!reader

cw : reader is described as female, reader has truly bad cramps

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

as a woman, one of the necessities of life was making sure you could function during your period.

if you didn't have a way to cope, it was hard, or almost impossible to do day to day tasks such as going to work.

and you had your emergency kit in your desk drawer. heating pad, tampons, spare underwear, pads and some pills your doctor had prescribed to you when you explained how bad your cramps could get.

and while you would usually replenish your kit a few days before your period started, you hadn't expected the wave of cramps that overtook you as you sat at your desk.

"shit-" you muttered under your breath when you felt the first one.

you were quick to open your drawer and look for the familiar yellow bottle, only to find it empty.

your stomach dropped and another cramp rolled through your abdomen.

you couldn't do much about it now, only put on a heating pad, change your underwear and put on a pad.

so that's exactly what you did. you grabbed your necessary supplies and headed towards the bathroom, making an extra effort to walk straight instead of hunched over.

you felt a pair of eyes on you briefly but just ignored it, knowing your priority at the moment.

when you returned to your desk, heating pad in place over your abdomen, you felt a tiny bit better, but the cramps were still coming fierce and fast.

it must've been the crease in your brow that alerted jake of your discomfort because after a few moments you saw a figure sit down at the side of your desk.

you picked your eyes up to find his familiar brown eyes. a soft smile settled briefly on your lips.

" what's up ?" you questioned, dropping your pen down on your desk quietly as to not aggravate the headache you could feel forming.

" you doing okay ?" he questioned, his voice quiet and comforting.

you should've known jake would notice you acting off. he knew you too well not to notice.

" yeah, i'm fine-" you paused momentarily when you felt a stabbing pain in your lower back. " just cramps "

early on in your relationship jake had found out just how bad your cramps could be. after you had to cancel a date last minute saying you were unwell and he showed up to your apartment with takeout. you had just been honest with him and told him you got really bad cramps.

he wasn't rude or grossed out, he just asked how he could help and you ended the night curled on your couch with his arm draped over your stomach, his palm splayed out under your t-shirt on your abdomen.

since that night he had always been there when you needed him to be.

" v'you taken anything ?" he questioned, his voice still slightly hushed.

" haven't replenished my prescription "

a small hiss came from his lips as he took in the repercussions of you not having the thing that made these few days more bearable for you.

" d'you want me to go and refill it for you ?" his suggestion made your heart melt and you reached your hand over to squeeze his hand lightly.

" it's okay, i can wait a couple hours. can we go by the pharmacy on the way home, though ?" you asked to which he nodded immediately.

he gave your hand a small squeeze, giving you a comforting smile before he departed back to his own desk.

you thought you could wait until the end of the work day, but your cramps only worsened over the next hour.

you couldn't focus on your case reports over the stabbing pain through your body.

" c'mon i'm taking you home "

you lifted your head to find jake stood by your desk, his jacket on and his bag over his shoulder.

" jake, you don't have to do this. i'm fine, and we've both got st-"

" would you just let me do this for you? i talked to holt and he's giving you the afternoon off and i'm taking you home. " the way he said it left almost no room for discussion. he was taking you home and that was the end of it.

you didn't debate with him, just pulled your jacket over your shoulders and picked up your bag.

his hand slipped easily into yours as the two of you walked out of the precinct and down towards the parking lot.

the drive back to your apartment wasn't a long one, it felt a lot better after jake hopped out at the pharmacy and returned to the car with your prescription in his hand along with a bottle of water.

when you arrived home, jake told you to go and shower, change and get settled on the couch while he made some tea.

you were quick to go into your bedroom, grab one of jake's t-shirts and a pair of long pyjama pants and get take them into the bathroom.

your shower was quick but definitely made you feel a bit better. when you stepped out you changed into the clothes you had gotten out and walked out into the living room.

you found jake sat on the couch on his phone, a mug of tea on the coffee table beside a hot water bottle and one of your cosiest blankets on the couch.

nothing was said as you sat down and leant into jake's frame, his arms wrapping around you swiftly. he simply offered you the remote and made minimal comments when you put on a film you both enjoyed.

though as much as you enjoyed it, your head went limp against jake's chest within the first half an hour.

[inlovewithl3vi]

I don't remember anyone else talking about this, but I've been thinking about the toll that a lack of sunlight must've taken on MC. I imagine few demons actually know just how dependant humans are on sunlight and the change of night and day. I can think of someone being like "are humans supposed to be this tired and sickly and cranky?" and MC is just "I'm gonna hold your hands when I say this."

Haha, yeah wait till they find out about scurvy.

All the brothers have a meeting, they’ve all been dancing around the subject for awhile and have to figure something out sooner than later.

You have been absolutely insufferable lately.

But honestly it’s not your fault! Your bones hurt… and you’re tired all the time.. and honestly you think you used to be stronger…

They all huddle around in Lucifer’s room, careful to be quiet since you’re currently napping in your room. Sure your room is across the house, but you can never be too careful.

They discuss what’s happening, your mood swings, the sudden weakness, how you always say your bones hurt… whatever that means…

They come up with one answer: Your depressed.

So they come up with a plan, to make sure you know you’re loved.

Except it totally backfires when you just get worse. Their affection sadly isn’t the answer this time…

So with no options left… they go to Solomon, who promptly laughs in their face.

He hands them vitamin D pills and recommends talking to you next time (and maybe buying some oranges or other citrus from the human realm)

Eventually they come to you and hand you the vitamins, apologizing for not knowing a lack of sun would harm you.

You accept their apology (honestly you didn’t really know that was the cause) and take the pills and feel much better in a few days.

(Can you get scurvy from just a lack of sun? Or does it have to be with your diet too… I’m not sure)

[nomi-c]

Dearest Enemy

{San × Reader}

Genre: Boss San, enemies to lovers, smut, girl receiving, protected intercourse (pill), cursing (Fuck, Fuck you), pet names (Darling, baby)

Word count: 5,2k

A/n: As always with my FF's, this FF isn't meant to represent the artist in any kind of way or form!

- MINORS DON'T READ-

A sigh leaves your lips at the prospect of having to spend 3 days with your incredibly handsome, Cocky and arrogant know it all Boss in a Hotel in another country across the world to deal with some really important clients.

Even worse, earlier when you finally arrived at the hotel after a 10 hour flight and a temperature change of 20⁰C all sweaty and in despreate need of a welcomed shower, you found out that they made a mistake with the reservation.

And that's how you found yourself sitting awkwardly on the big comfortable sofa across from San in your shared suite.

Your eyes fell on his suit jacket that he must've draped over the edge of the sofa when you weren't watching, it's a habit you always disliked about men.

Couldn't they see that that would inevitably cause nasty wrinkles?

Your jaw flexed in annoyance as you got up and grabbed the jacket, careful to not make it any more wrinkly than it already was before you pinned San with a annoyed look.

"Is it so hard to just hang your jacket on the rack?" You asked him as you tried to make it look the best it still could given the circumstances.

San's eyes lifted from the papers he has been observing for the last 30 minutes, a smirk on his lips already. "Why would I do it myself when you're here?"

You hated how sure of himself he was and how his voice never failed to give you shivers that you didn't want to acknowledge any further.

Anger bubbled up inside of you at his words. "I'm your assistent and not your freaking servant, San."

He raised a eyebrow at you as he leaned back on the couch, draping one muscular arm over the backrest.

Your eyes inevitably acknowledged how the buttons of his black suit shirt strained and held on for their dear life against his undoubtedly muscular chest.

Heat crept up to your cheeks as it always did around him, you always faulted your anger for it but deep down you knew it was something else entirely that caused it.

Another wave of his musky and addictive scent hit you right in the face as you turned on your heels and made your way to the entrance door to discard his jacket before he noticed your inner turmult.

"Oh, but I think you are just that darling. Or have you forgotten what you signed up for by taking the job as my assistant?" You heard him say full of confidence with a presumably arrogant smirk on his face.

You stopped on the spot yet again and turned back to face him fully. "You might be my boss but you can't and won't treat me like that when we aren't even in the office!"

San shot up from the sofa and closed up to you in a few quick strides. "We are enemies since school, and yet I gave you job and a purpose when your brother came running to me to beg for a job for you."

His voice was calm and silky, and you knew too well that he only used that voice when he would continue with an absolute death blow.

"And you're here whining about hanging up a suit jacket every once in a while when I could make your life a lot harder in a blink." You felt his breath fan your face softly as you noticed the amusement glimmering in his eyes.

Your hands crumbled the soft fabric of the suit jacket as you took a step closer towards him, your chests almost touching. "Why did you even hire me in the first place then?"

Your finger poked his firm chest as a venomous smirk appeared on your lips. "Are you enjoying to see that I'm better than you in all aspects so much that you have to try and degrade me any chance you get?" You spat with nothing but venom in your voice.

San's eyes took on a dangerous glimmer. "I think you're too confused from my handsome face to see the reality here, darling."

The anger you tried keeping at bay surfaced in lightning speed as you tossed away his suit jacket. "Don't you dare call me that!"

His eyes tracked the crumbled suit jacket as a quiet and menacing laugh left his full lips. "We both know you love it, darling."

Your jaw flexed. He was right, and you knew it, but you weren't gonna give him that satisfaction. "I don't like it one bit. And I don't like you or your freaking face or character. I'm better than you, and I always was."

"If that were the case, you would be in my position and own a multimillion dollar heavy company, would you not?"

He took a step closer to you, the arrogance and confidence of each stride of his long legs that carried him impossibly closer towards you pissed you off all the more.

"Yet you are here as my Assistent, making me coffee and working on tasks I don't want to do."

His annoyingly sexy smell that consisted of his perfume and his own intoxicating smell that never failed to give you goosebumps all over your body enveloped you in full force again. "Nothing to say to that?"

You grit your teeth. "Fuck you."

With that you left him standing in the middle of the room but not before making sure to walk over his mad expensive jacket, crumbling it beyond saving.

You heard him laugh behind you as you stomped into the bedroom and opened your suitcase to grab a comfortable outfit and took a quick shower.

Once you were dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a white shirt, you tied up your still wet hair into a messy bun and made your way back to the living room.

You found San yet again engrossed into the papers before him, his eyebrows drawn together in thoughts.

He hasn't noticed you yet, so you took your time to look at him fully. You noticed that he opened the top Buttons of his Shirt, which gave you an excellent view over his fancy cross necklace and the perfectly sculpted muscles you knew were beneath the suit shirts he wore on a daily basis.

"If you're done staring at me, you could actually come over and work. I don't pay you to look at me." You heard the amusement in his voice.

Your chin lifted as you made your way next to him. "As if there was anything worth to look at anyways." You said in a sarcastic voice as you took a seat right next to him.

Once you sat down fully, you swatted his hands away from the papers forcefully to inspect them quickly. You felt San's gaze on you, as he inspected you closely.

A smirk formed on your lips, as you checked the things you would need to press into the tight budget you were given by your business acquaintances. "Careful Boss, or I might think you actually like me."

You heard him laugh quietly. "I'd rather jump in front of a train, darling."

After another two minutes, you set the papers down on the glass table in front of you both. While leaning forward, your knee bumped and pressed against his by accident.

A electric shiver raced down your spine and the air seemed to steer and shift around you.

Your eyes shot to San as you felt uncomfortably warm all of a sudden, he was suddenly too close and his smell too inviting.

With every additional second of eyecontact you felt your selfcontrol slip more and more, until the point that you couldn't bear to be next to him even for a second longer before you did something stupid like kiss him or jump him, so you straightened your spine quickly averting your eyes to the papers.

"We should take their offer, but under a few conditions. We won't pay more, we decide on the campaign design, and we handle the finances. They should only participate in their Name and leave the marketing to us to ensure their visions become reality."

San's eyes seemed darker than they usually were and a arrogant smirk slowly appeared on his face as he leaned back and draped his arm on the back rest of the sofa behind you, never losing that intense eyecontact with you. "Same minds seem to think alike." You seemed to feel the heat of his body and the ghost of a touch on your back.

With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you quickly got up and went around the glass table to the side across from him on the couch you occupied before your outburst over his jacket earlier.

Your eyes fell to the floor where you stomped over his jacket earlier, but the place where you left it was empty. Your eyes darted to the clothing rack and focused on his crumbled suit jacket that hung there.

A slight smirk grazed your lips. That was a first for sure.

You grabbed your glasses and the stack of papers next to you to start calculating the budget you would realistically need and to work on the marketing plan out for the meeting tomorrow.

You started typing into the calculator in lightspeed, trying to ease your traitorous mind. Not much time passed in for you uncomfortable silence before you heard San get up but you didn't dare spare him a glance as he did so.

Once you heard the door to the bedroom close, you tossed away the pencil and calculator and let yourself fall against the backrest of the sofa with a frustrated sigh.

You hate San, you always did. It was always a rivalry from the moment he enrolled in your school. He always tried to be the best and to your strong dislike you and him always were on the same level in everything.

But your traitorous heart still fell for him on first sight all those years ago, and those feelings never disappeared or wavered no matter how mean you were to one another or how much you pretended you didn't like him.

And being so close to him was like poison to you, your body would betray you and it almost did a little while ago.

Those 3 days sounded manageable when you booked the trip, but the moment you found out you had to share a room, it started sounding like a nightmare.

You opened your bun and raked your hand through your damp long hair before you grabbed the statistics you finalised and the laptop.

You strode to the bar and filled yourself a big glass of wine as you continued working.

Sipping on your wine and refilling it occasionally, you were too engrossed in your job to notice that San entered the room again in the meantime.

He cleared his throat behind you, and you jumped. Your hand flew to your racing heart as you turned in your seat to face him. "God damn it! San, why would-"

Your words got stuck in your throat as you gaped at him. He switched his suit pants for a pair of Black sweat pants and his suit shirt for a black tanktop that gave you a perfect view over his broad and muscular body. His head was framed by a dark cap, and the same fancy cross necklace from earlier sat on his chest.

Your eyes widened as you took him in, and your eyes snagged to his broad and muscular shoulders and the strong tendons of his arm.

You knew he worked out a lot, but the suit shirts and overoversized clothing he wore daily hid just how well build he actually was.

A dimple formed on his handsome face. "Like what you see?"

You scoffed as you removed the glasses from your face. "I don't get paid to look at you, remember? Not that I would want to anyway."

A smile plastered his lips as he lowered his head for a second. The cap hiding his expression excellently.

You turned in your bar chair. "I finalised the statistics and have a big part of the marketing plan ready."

San nodded and closed up to you to examine your work. "It's only a little left for tomorrow. That's good."

You gulped down the rest of your wine and got up before his close proximity and parfume could lull you in. "I'll take a rest now."

Without waiting for a reply you let yourself fall on the couch and turned on the tv, not really caring about the program.

San passed by you towards the door. "I'll do some workout, don't miss me too much while I'm gone."

You gave him a side eye and rolled your eyes in annoyance as you signed him to get lost.

With a scoff, he left the suite. Once the door clicked into the lock, you turned off the tv and jumped to your feet.

Finally!

You thought to yourself as you raced to the bedroom and grabbed your black bikini. You didn't pick this specific Hotel for nothing and since San would have to pay regardless why not make the best of it you thought while booking some days ago.

You jumped into the bathroom happily and put on your bikini before you went to the infinity pool on the balcony of your suite that provided an impeccable view over the whole city with all the shimmering lights and the stars above your head.

You dipped one toe into the water and were pleasantly surprised at the temperature of the water before you went back to put on some music over the speakers.

Once you were settled in the water, you dove under the surface to soak your whole body in the nice and warm water before you swam up to the boarder of the pool from where you could look at least 15 stories down.

As the music of your favorite artist reached your ears, you forgot why you were here to begin with. You felt your muscles loosed quite instantly as your body set into relaxation mode.

You forgot the important meeting tomorrow and the pressure that that brought with it, and you forgot your annoying Boss and rival that was somewhere in this building and working out which you assumed would be quite a sight to behold if you weren't sworn to hate him.

Your eyes looked over the endless skyscrapers and the dozens of lights of their residents. You couldn't help but wonder what their life might be like, what they might do for a living, what their stresses and worries might be, what living here would be like.

The air was still far above 20⁰C even though it was already nighttime, which only reminded you of the fact that you travelled around half of the globe within the last 24 hours.

A long time passed with you looking out at the big city and more and more lights being distinguished as residents went to their well-deserved sleep.

You heard the water steer behind you and turned around to see San, who already stood chest high in the pool, his eyes focused on you as he made his way towards you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, if you were already affected by him in a tanktop earlier, you weren't prepared for what you saw now.

Your eyes roamed over his exposed chest in awe, and heat crept up your neck and cheeks as your stomach fluttered.

He raked his hands through his hair, his eyes dark and dangerous in the low light of the balcony. Once he was only a few steps from you, his eyes travelled over your body.

You cursed yourself for turning on the pool lights earlier since it now provided him a good view of you.

You were mesmerised by his face, by his cheekbones and his eyes that seemed to capture you and lay your very mind bare before him with each look.

You followed a drop of water that ran down the bridge of his nose until it fell into the water before your eyes focused back on his.

You found him already staring at you in a way that had your heart racing, and you back up until your back hit the tiles behind you. "You really shouldn't look at me like that, darling."

Your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest, but you faked annoyance just as you did so many times before in the past. "Looking at you like what? You, out of all people, should know that I don't even like you."

San smirked at you as he closed up to you, he rested his arms on either side of you, caging you between him and the pool boarder. "Your mouth speaks a fastly different story from your body." He said as he leaned down closer to you, his left hand every so slightly resting on your waist below the water where goosebumps followed every stroke of his thumb on your stomach.

"Let's stop pretending that I don't notice the way you look at me. You want me just as much as I want you, admit it." His voice was low and oddly husky, which caused you to shiver.

Your hands flew to his upper chest, where you attempted to push him off, but it was an admiddetly weak attempt. "I have no idea what you're-"

Your words got cut off as his lips found yours in a devouring kiss, against your better judgement, you instantly melted against him as your hands moved up to his neck where you pulled him closer towards you.

You felt him smirk against your lips as he grabbed your legs and lifted them up before he pushed you back against the rim softly.

You hooked your legs around him as his tongue fought for dominance with yours. A gasp left your lips at the contact of your lower bodies colliding.

Your head fell at the overwhelming sensation and the thrill of being pinned between your enemy and the wall.

San's lips travelled down to your neck, where he quickly found your sweet spot, which elicited a breathy moan to escape your lips. Annoyance crept up inside of you as you felt him yet again smirk against your skin, so you grabbed his hair and pulled, which caused him to rumble against your neck.

Your lips were still tingling from kissing him when he lifted his head and looked into your eyes with a smug look. "Look at you, darling. You're supposed to be my enemy, and yet you throw yourself at me like you want to be my mine."

You scoffed at him. "Talk about yourself, San. You're the one that threw himself at me."

He pressed harder against you, making you feel just how affected he was by you. "You didn't push me away."

His hand trailed up to cup your breast over the bikini top where he pinched your nipple, not in a painful way but just enough to make it sting. "What are you waiting for?" His voice was like silk against your ear.

The music that played was only adding to the fire that roared inside of you as your back inevitably arched against his hand.

You opened your eyes ever so slightly to stare at him in a mix of anger and want. "Fuck you."

You rocked your hips against him with a smirk on your lips as you watched his jaw flex as your index finger drew patters over his well-defined chest before you took a hold of his necklace. "What is it? You look a little tense from here."

You felt his muscles move under your touch. When you looked up to meet his eyes again, you saw nothing but fire within them. "You're playing with fire. Do that again, and see where it takes you." His voice was deep and guttural.

Your finger travelled up his neck slowly. "Should I?"

Your hips rolled against his again as your eyes fell to his swollen lips. You felt him twitch against you.

Without warning, a menacing growl left his lips before he crushed you in a passionate kiss again, his tongue demanding entrance instantly.

He pulled your hair slightly to deepen the kiss as he held you by your ass and turned around to exit the pool in quick steps.

The water around you got less and less, as San carried you out of the water as if you weighted as much as a feather.

The water dripped down on the ground as he walked through the big open glass double door.

You pulled away and glanced down, seeing the puddles he left behind. "We are making a mess, San. we should dry up a little first!"

San smirked down at you as his hand clasped the piece of fabric that held your top together as he tugged. "We haven't even started yet."

You felt the cold, wet fabric slide down your body until it hit the tiles at his feet with a wet tud.

He hoisted you further up and cupped your boob with his mouth. Your head fell back once more as your back arched against him. A moan of his name leaving your lips involuntarily.

With a few efficient steps, he reached the bedroom and passed right through it.

You pulled his head far enough away from you to make him look up at you. Your thighs clenched at the sight of him and the intense gaze he watched you with as you tried puzzling your thoughts together. "You missed the bedroom." It came out more breathy than you wanted it to be, and it fueled his ego as the smug facial expression returned to his features.

He pushed open the door to the bathroom with his foot effortlessly. "That's not where we are going."

His lips found yours again as he crossed the bathroom until he reached the shower, and your back pressed against the cool tiles.

Without breaking the kiss he fumbled for the faucet until a soft warm rain engulfed you both from the waterfall shower.

His hands wandered down your sides until he got a hold of the straps of your bikini bottom where he pulled slightly, it was enough for the fabric to get loose and eventually fall to the ground when he sat you to your feet carefully.

San's eyes were fixed on yours, his breath hot against your heated skin as his thumb grazed over your swollen lips, which caused electric shivers through your whole body.

A gasp left your lips at the sensation. "Sit down." His voice was strained and almost impatient, his eyes still transfixed on your lips.

You backed up a step until you felt the cold stone of the built in bench against your calves before you sat down, the initial touch to the bench made you yelp, the cold stone against your bare skin caused goosebumps and a shiver to run up your spine.

San crouched down in front of you, his hands gliding up your thighs softly until he got a hold of your ass. He janked you towards the edge of the bench with ease before he pushed your legs apart without breaking eye contact with you.

He lifted your right leg on top of his broad shoulder and gave your inner thigh a lingering kiss before his eyes focused on your aching core.

A groan left his lips. "Tell me darling, how does it feel to be all exposed to someone you call claim to hate?"

His left hand that drew soft circles on your other thigh moved up and up and up in a torturing slow speed. "To be all needy for me out of all people."

His hand grazed your bundle of nerves in a ghost of a touch, your hips bucked against the touch. "Please."

His eyes snapped back on yours and you saw the barely restrained lust behind his pupils.

His index finger glided through your folds before he started pumping you. "Fuck darling, you're so wet." Soon his ringfinger followed, the stretch was delicious and pushed all reasoning and thoughts right out of the window.

Your hand found his arm with which he was holding your thigh, you grabbed his arm forcefully. "San please..." You begged between loud moans and gaps.

His grip on your thigh tightened as he looked back up at you, you looked at him half closed eyes.

You watched as the water cascaded around his massive form like a rainshower, and the water that dripped down his wet hair down his face, and the necklace that dangled on his muscular chest with each move up until your leg that rested on his shoulder.

That sight alone could've made you come already if he wouldn't have stopped altogether.

His eyes burned holes in you as he removed his fingers from you to guide them to his mouth and taste you. A low rumble erupted from his chest. "You taste even better than in my wildest dreams."

Your jaw dropped. You had relationships before, but none of them could make you feel like this without even having done much.

What you just saw had to be the most sexist thing you ever witnessed.

Without another warning, he shot forward and started devouring you like a man that's starved.

You moaned his name loudly, and your hands flew to this hair when his hot tongue speared into you.

Your hips bucked against his face shamelessly until his strong hands pinned you back down against the stone bench. He hummed against you, which caused you to fist his hair forcefully.

He alternated between licking and sucking you until you were an incomprehensible screaming mess. You couldn't be sure if you were just screaming or screaming his name since your mind was too far in absolute extasy.

You felt yourself tumbling closer and closer to your release when you tugged his hair forcefully yet again. "S-san... I'm-"

You didn't get much further as his tongue dove extra deep and curled, hitting your spot dead centre.

Your release rolled over you in a relentless wave that had you seeing stars and your whole body shaking.

San still worked on you, tasting you and taking every bit of your release.

When your hands fell to your sides weakly he set your leg back down carefully before he lifted you up and pushed you against the wall as his lips found yours in a urgent kiss.

You could taste yourself against his lips as your hands impatiently trailed down his body until you reached the rim of his trunks, in a swift movement you pulled them down.

Need filled you once again as you felt him hard against your palm. You pumped him once and watched as a sharp gasp escaped him. His head fell back, and his eyes were forced shut.

You felt him twitch as you circled the tip with your thumb in a soft touch. San's hips surged forward as a curse left his lips.

"My control is about to slip, baby." He gritted through his teeth.

Your lips formed into a develish smirk, you reveled in the fact that it was you making him squirm and needy with only a ghost of a touch.

Your index finger trailed back to his base, and your eyes focused on every heavenly expression that crossed his beautiful features. "Go on, San. Lose it."

In light speed you felt him grab your hips, and before you realized what's happening, he had you pinned against the wall with your wrists above your head encuffed by his right hand.

Soft rain drippled down on your sweaty skin and a moan left your lips as you felt his tip at your entrance.

His forhead touched yours, and his breathing was ragged. "I gotta ask, are you on the pill?" His voice was strained and heated.

Your hands cradled his face as you nodded. "I am."

With that as confirmation, he pushed into you with a powerful stroke. You stretched painfully at his size and a gasp left both of your lips as he buried himself inside of you to the hilt.

His head fell to your neck, his breathing hard. "You're incredibly tight, baby." He forced out in a strained voice.

A few seconds passed with neither of you moving, and when the pain started dampening slightly, you tapped his shoulder.

His lips found your sweet spot as he started moving inside of you again, first slowly and tentative to not hurt you, but soon enough, he all but drilled you into the tiles.

His hips snapped against yours in a hard and fast pace as his lips crashed back on yours.

Your hands strained against his iron hold as your back arched from the sensory overloud.

He lifted your legs up further to take you even deeper as you started screaming his name with every thrust of his hips.

San's eyes fell down to where you both were connected, and a curse left his lips. "Fuck, I might be getting addicted baby."

His movements grew more erratic, and you could sense he was just as close as you. His finger found your sensitive spot where he drew lazy circles that stood in stark contrast to his harsh thrusts.

He kissed your lips softly once, twice. "Let go."

In a sharp explosion, your second release erupted, making you scream his name loudly yet again. His lips crushed yours once again, a loud moan leaving his lips as he picked up speed when your walls tightened against him.

You shook against his body, moaning a string of incomprehensible words as you felt him stutter and hold inside of you.

His face fell into the crook of your neck as he came with your name on his lips. His left hand released your wrists as he placed soft kisses on your neck and shouder.

You felt him fill you up and spill out to the sides of you as your hands caressed his scalp. Both your breathing was messy as he pulled out of you slowly, a small hiss leaving you at the sensation.

When he lifted his head and your eyes connected, you saw no hint of regret in his deep brown eyes. His hand caressed your cheek softly. "I've been dreaming of this ever since I first laid my eyes on you all those years back."

Your eyes widened in surprise at his words. San laughed at your expression. "I-I never really fully hated you either."

His smug facial expression resurfaced. "Like I said, the body doesn't lie, baby."

You swatted his chest playfully before his face became serious once again. "How about changing the title of our relationship from enemy to lovers?"

You leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss. "I would love nothing more than that."

You both quickly actually showered before you dried yourselves up and got ready for sleep.

But before you laid down, San turned back towards you with an arrogant smirk. "Just to make things clear, baby. I'm still better than you."

A/n I tried to proofread it as much as I could, but I'm dyslexic and English isn't my first language, so you might still find mistakes. I hope you guys enjoyed this ff!

[ozzgin]

The wonderful wizard Ozz. I have had this concept stuck in my head like a worm!

Could you imagine a Darling escaping from their Yan, not to run but just to feel the rain on their skin? I've been consuming this prompt like a heroin addict and I can't seem to get enough!

Yandere! Male x Willing! Reader

If I were to expand your prompt, I quite like the idea of a Yandere that can't really go full yandere because Reader is just too willing. He loves yandere content and can very much relate, but none of the escalations can happen if, well, the object of his obsessive affection doesn't protest in the first place. Is it too far fetched from what you'd imagined? Let me elaborate content: gender neutral reader, parody, When you want to be a Yandere, but your Darling unfortunately cooperates

The Yandere has been stalking Darling for months. Journal entries, walls plastered with photos (and the occasional creepshots), recordings. He just can't get enough of his Darling. He loves everything about you and can barely function throughout the day, fantasizing about your life together.

Enough is enough and he finally decides to make you his. He's been consuming media of similar tropes, with obsessed men pleading for a chance and having to force their way in because of rejection and fear. He's prepared for everything. Your tears, your trembling voice, your hands pushing him away. He finds you, approaches you and confesses his feelings, knuckles white as he grips his fists in anticipation. Your eyes widen for a moment, before narrowing in a smile. "I had no idea! Sure, I'll go out with you." Huh? Wait. This wasn't...this wasn't in the plan. Somehow he'd been certain you'd refuse. He must've mumbled the last part out loud, because you respond with "Why would I say no?"

A very good point indeed. You will change your mind, however, once you learn the extent of his love. You're holding his hand and following along as he takes you to his place, completely and utterly unaware of what you're about to witness. He can't truly be your boyfriend if he has to hide his very nature, after all. You might be disgusted, frightened, offended. He can already hear your screams, demanding explanations. It's all out of love. "It's okay if you don't understand", he mumbles to himself, watching your frozen body as you gaze into his room. You take a couple of steps towards the nearest wall, tracing the hundreds of images with your fingers. "Wow. You never mentioned being into photography", you remark, impressed. "It's like an exhibition! But...you might have to work on your angles", you blurt out, a little embarrassed, pointing to one of the creepshots. "This isn't very flattering. Did you take it in a hurry? It makes my legs look disproportionate." He can only stare, taken aback. "S-sorry" is all he manages.

Okay, but don't imagine your life will continue as usual. You've only seen a glimpse of his adoration. Now that you're officially dating, he cannot allow anyone else to have access to you. You have to understand, he cannot protect you properly if you're not under his watch all the time. As much as he cherishes you, he will have to be rough if needed. That's what he tells himself as he shoves the required tools in the trunk of his car, speeding towards your apartment. Once there, he fidgets on the sofa, considering his speech. You seem to be just as uneasy - perhaps you're predicting what's to come? - casting your eyes down and giving short answers. "I think you should move in with me." He states solemnly. You gasp and throw a hand over your mouth, and tears quickly well in the corner of your eyes. "How did you...how did you know?" You say between sobs. Huh? "I didn't want to burden you with my problems, seeing as we just started dating...but my landlord won't renew the lease. I was so scared I'd be homeless."

He clicks his tongue. This isn't very yandere, more like the average couple experience. You bring the final moving box to his car, fitting it in the trunk. "By the way, what's with all the rope?" you ask. "Just move it aside", he sighs. How can he explain it? He's been training, sweating and bleeding for a marathon and right before the whistle, they handed him the first prize. His muscles are aching for the sprint that never happened. Of course he's grateful to have you at last, but somehow he feels like he hasn't proven his dedication properly. You just don't get it, do you? How sickening his love is for you.

As the days pass, he eases into his role of...how does one even call it? Pseudo-captor? When you found his journal, you blushed and confessed how no one before him put this amount of effort into knowing you. All the male contacts from your phone vanishing? It was about time you cleaned up your acquaintances and it was nice of him to help. The AirTags he's hidden in your bags and pockets? You appreciate his safety concerns. Nowadays, with all these perverts freely walking the streets, you can never be too sure.

One morning he wakes up to an empty bed. He jolts up, dazed. Could it be his wish was finally granted? You must've gotten tired of him and tried to escape. Oh, silly little Darling love. You should've known there's no more walking out once you said yes. He checks his phone and pounces out, ready for the hunt. As he sprints along the street, he finds you suspiciously close to his home. Not very smart of you to...what are you even doing? Your hands are raised up, fingers fanned out under the pouring rain. You notice his presence and turn to face him with a wide, childish grin. "I haven't done this since I was a child. When was the last time you felt the rain on your skin?" Only now it occurs to him he's been running in this downpour and his clothes are soaked. He was too focused on finding you.

"I thought you escaped", he almost whispers. "Escape? From what?" You tilt your head in confusion. He places his cold, large hands over your cheeks. "Do you comprehend I'm very much obsessed with you? I'm not joking around. You're never, ever leaving me. You're stuck here forever. I mean it. I really do. I'd rather kill you with my own hands than let you go. Because I love you." You take a moment to admire the intricate patterns of his irises, pupils dilated in a spiraling madness. By the end of his erratic oration, he's panting and digging his nails into your skin.

"I know."

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Here's an interesting little idea i wanted to request! Maybe the Neighbors can fall into Y/N's home somehow! Like the real world!

I tried to make it obvious that Home kidnapped you. Resulting in a bit of angst!

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Goodbye Home

★ Walking inside, you notice how dust covers every surface. Barnaby enters after you. Taking in the sight of your home. "Looks like you just got up and left..." He murmurs. Trying to piece together what had happened.

★ You didn't leave by choice. You were forced. While inside the home you left behind, they finally understand that. This place was yours. You were taken from it. Trapped in a world that was not made for you. The memories you once had were fuzzy. But that's something you never forgot.

★ All the houseplants you once took care of are withered. Dry and dead. The sight makes Julie frown. She leans down, gently touching the now brittle foliage. "Oh. Poor things, they needed you." Then she looks around, trying to find anything that's still alive.

★ The books you left on the shelf catch Frank's attention. But he's not familiar with any of the titles. "Where did you get these?" He asks, flipping through one you left a bookmark in. Genuinely wanting to know.

★ Poppy notices how you seemed to live alone. 'It looks lonely.' She thinks. Getting the urge to tidy up and make it feel a bit warmer. But where would she even start? Instead of changing something, Poppy just straightens a chair. Dusting it off for you.

★ For the first time in forever, Sally is quiet. She's always talking about something. Filling any silence with her voice. But here, she doesn't say a word. You never mentioned this. The home you once had. And that unsettles her.

★ Some bottles of soda are still in the fridge. Howdy notices that they're the same kind he sells you. You bought these here, too. It wasn't because you liked his products. It was simply a flavor you always enjoyed. He had always assumed you belonged in Home. Now, he's second guessing that.

★ You have a pile of letters in your mailbox. Seeing this, Eddie rubs the back of his neck. Knowing it must've taken months to reach that point. He scans the "From" part to see if anything looks important. Separating bills and spam from the more personal letters. Then handing them to you. Once a mailman, always a mailman.

★ Wally doesn't say much. He just stands in the middle of the room, wide eyes looking at every small detail. Thinking about the clothes on the floor that could fit you. They were yours. The room wasn't forgotten, it was waiting. "You were here." He notes. Like it wasn't obvious.

★ Colors in this world are more dull than in theirs. The reader blends in here. Unlike in Home, where they stood out. All the neighbors notice. With Julie telling you "It's so... calm." A bit unsure of how to describe it.

[thatswife]

Lifeguard Steve fucks around way too much. For one, he's wearing unnaturally short shorts. Billy groans, shielding his eyes. Heather rolls hers. "You're not fooling anyone," she says, rubbing another layer of sunscreen on her fair skin. "Quit making heart-eyes at my cousin. It's weird."

He groans louder, shushing her. "I'm not doing that. He's not following Hank's dress code! There's no way those shorts are part of the uniform. They're his fucking track shorts!"

Heather, torn between snickering at her co-worker's plight and gagging, gets up to take Steve's spot. "And you know this how? More importantly... why? It's a wonder you even passed junior year with nothing but Harrington on your brain." She walks off before Billy can say anything.

"They're track shorts," he repeats, silently fuming in the scorching sun. Steve makes his way to a pool chair with an umbrella, and sprawls out on it like he's at home. His shorts roll up, tightening around his crotch. Jeez, how big is that thing? Nope, nope, I'm not thinking about this. I'm at work. Billy grabs a broom and starts sweeping some trash, gripping the handle so hard his hands start to hurt. Think happy thoughts. If Harrington gets up again, you can push him in the pool. He'll never know what hit him, and you wouldn't have to look at his stupid, long legs. "Stupid," Billy says out loud, and looks around to make sure no one heard him. "You're being stupid. If you do that, you'll get fired for sure."

His eyes automatically find Harrington, now on the other side of the pool, talking to some girls. He's not jealous. They won't be into a guy with shorts like that. No freaking way. Steve looks his way, blinks at the intensity of Billy's glare, then eases into this goofy, sly smirk that's gone in seconds. Must've imagined it. Wishful thinking. Still, he can't help but consider about twelve different ways to screw up Steve's chances. I could splash him. Ruin his annoying, over-gelled hair. Pull him into the pool. Steve goes back to flirting, his voice ringing in Billy's ears.

"My shift ends at 3. Maybe we can-"

One of the girls exchanges a look with her friends and giggles. Billy clamps a hand over his own mouth. It's the shorts, isn't it. Regretting them now, Harrington? He takes the opportunity to push past Steve, his fingertips grazing Steve's arm. He laughs, making sure the taller boy hears it. Steve gives him one of those dead-eyed, tired glares. Yeah, he's the one for me, Billy thinks to himself, puckering his lips at Steve. "That's rough, man."

"Don't you have a job to get done or something?" Steve sighs, his tongue darting out to lick his thin, chapped lips.

I bet he tastes like vanilla. Usually not my type. "I'm not the one flirting here."

Heather, popping up out of nowhere, looks from Billy to her cousin and shakes her head, lips twisting into a pained grimace. "Get a room, you two. This is getting hard to watch."

Billy drops the broom-fuck, forgot about that motherfucker- on his foot and curses loudly. He's never been more grateful that Steve's laughing at him. "So, Steve," he says suddenly, feeling bold. "You get off at three, right?"

"Why, you interested? Have to get in line, then."

Billy grins, his cheekbones smarting. "Does that mean-"

"Shut up before I change my mind. We're just going out for burgers, because I forgot to bring lunch, so don't get the wrong idea," Steve huffs in annoyance, shoving his hands into his pockets to pull out a stick of gum.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Yeah, yeah. Quit smiling like that, you're freaking me out."

[froginmygarden]

It started with an ad: an unlikely opponent

It had been late. Danny was exhausted, could bareley look straight, giving Dani a bath - getting splashed by soapy water. It happened almost too quickly, one second she was in front of him, the next - held above his head, water dripping down on him. There was a shattered tile in the tub.

"mmmmmmmu", Dani was kicking around in the air, almost nailing Danny in the forhead.

"Yeah, that was a close one, honey," he'd kissed her cheek. Was it to calm her or himself?

"Well, off to bed for you!", that had raised another round of protest, it wasn't even that late!

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There was a puddle in his kitchen.

Scratch that.

There was a pond in his kitchen!

Indeed. The sink was overflowing with used water, spilling over it's brim straight onto the floor, flooding it. The lake had some small islands of soap and hardened fat floating around - the smell was terrible, Danny was going to barf (preferably not in the sink). He had to snatch Dani off the floor, least she grabs one of the floating bits and, just for the fun of it, stuffs it in her mouth.

Yeah. He can't quick-fix that one. Time to call an actual plumber.

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"It's going to be fine for now. Some genious seperated the drain pipe to go into the garden, probably for wattering," they were able to drain the kitchen (thank god) without much spillage to other rooms - since, as it turned out, the room is tilted so that the lowest point is towords the buildings outer wall. It still needed to be ventilated though.

"The only reason this happened is because of the rainstorm. The garden probably got flooded, whitch ended with the water comming up the pipes." Thankfully someone was able to come on short notice, and was soft harted enough to give the poor sod a discount - on acount of having a small child living with him.

"It's unlikeley to cause you much truble, well- at least not untill next rainy season. But you might wanna take care of it before then. God knows what else might be wrong with the pipes."

Danny thanked him prefusely, offering some tea and sandwitches, to atleast somewhat repay the man - he insists!

And that's how the Fentons got only 90 dollars poorer.

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Another late night. It's so dark, so quiet, strange for such a liveley city.

There's a bright light shining up ahead.

"Hey, man...", Mark must've changed the bulbe.

"Hi..."

"Did you think about it?", wasn't that strange as well, how this stall allways seemed to be open just past it's time, how this young man seemed to care just a bit too much about someone he didn't know (how he cared about Danny more then people he had needed to trust with his life, a complete stranger)?

"I don't know...", what else were he supposed to say - Actually my kid and I are half human half magical extraterestrials and I don't want to expose my doughter to anyone that might suspect her peculiar development!! - "It just doesn't seem worth it..."

The kid was frowning at him something terrible, "you would't know untill you try. That's. The. Whole. Point.", really he was way too nice today - something good must have happened, "besides- it's only 85 cents. It wouldn't be a loss!"

"..."

"Just do it. If not for yourself then for Dani... Think how this could help Dani..."

"okay."

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---"and if the room's still available I'd like to have a look- thank you! *clik*"

"Well will you look at that... Let's not get too excited", he sipped his tea, "one thing at a time..."

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This is bullshit! She didn't want to sit here! The best place was obviousley by the tall table!

Dani had been placed, per her wishes, on her mat in the livingroom, but now had deduced that shed much rather have her dadis company.

"aaaaaaahhhh..."

She'd started off small, but that didn't seem to get more then a quick checkup. "But that's fine," she thought to herself, "it's just one guest, dadi will get me soon."

Then she waited and waited.... and waited.... damn it!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

"Ohmygod, hunny!" In a moment's notice Danny was rushing in, scooping and checking her for any harm, while Dani simply cooed at him.

"So this must be the little missus?" The bad guest - yes he was bad, Dani decided, good guests don't stay for too long - asked her, but he wasn't worth responding to, she wanted dadi to take her to the tall table (maybe there would be some food on it again?). She simpley turned away, pressing her cheek to her fathers chest, you know like a dignified lady.

"She's a little shy, doesn't like new people." No she wasn't, she was very vividly expressing her distaste for the man! Dorri would be proud no doupt.

"She'll get used to you in no time, I'm sure! That is if you'll stay?" ..what

"Well it seems nice, so... if you'll have me." ...excuse me?

The bad guest had the audacity to wave at her. Stay? Stay where? Here? NO! She was wrong! This man wasn't a bad guest but a VERY bad guest! How dare hE??

"Hi, I'm Hal. I'll be staying with you and your dad for a while."

Dani shook his extended finger. Hal was it? Well, bad-guest Hal, I'm going to make you regret this - and so she plotted away, there were tons of ways to get back at bad guests, because bad guests deserve to be punished. Teribley.

"See, she likes you already!"