#can u imagine his little paws running

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 26] || [Chapter 27]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 500~ (in the video + picture) cw: accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, good natured teasing Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: This chapter is **different**. You can read it OR watch it live! So sorry btw that the video is not embedded 😭😭🙏 a/n #2: Also this chapter is 100% inspired by this fanart by @ramvur but with Simon, instead of Price.

Chapter pre-27: Away (UPDATED!)

If you'd rather watch their text convo: CLICK HERE

It's 6 A.M. when your phone start buzzing repeatedly on the night stand next to you.

You paw at it languidly, blinking away the sleep as you attempt to unlock the phone and rub the sleep out of your eyes.

johnny: baby guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 johnny: baby johnny: babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy johnny: if ye dont answer my texts 🙄 you: jesus christ johnny its 6am what are you doing up??? 😑 johnny: good morning love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! johnny: weve got training today 😙 johnny: guess what happened you: what simon: Good morning sweeheart. johnny: WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANSWERING? you: good morning si 🫶 you: wait what do u mean u were calling for me no? johnny: I MEANT SIMON HES IN THE INFIRMARY HES NOT MEANT TO BE ANSWERING johnny: HOW DO YE EVEN HAVE YOUR PHONE you: i feel like u need to stop asking how he does things you: uve known him for longer than me and im not surprised anymore you: also IN THE INFIRMARY? johnny: thats what i was coming to tell you!!!!! 🙄🙄🙄🙄 you: why did u frame it like its a good thing?????????? johnny: because he got put there by Kyle during training johnny: we were practising chokeholds and he passed out you: I STILL DONT SEE HOW THATS A GOOD THING JOHNNY johnny: HES FINE YE DON'T UNDERSTAND johnny: HE GOT ROCK HARD WHILE KYLE HAD HIS LEGS WRAPPED AROUND HIS THROAT you: WHAT??? you: tell me more 👀 johnny: 😏😏 johnny: he was wearing shorts and his cock just popped out you: LIKE OUT OUT? johnny: out out 🍆 you: wow 😮‍💨 you: did u get any pictures? 👀 johnny: i did bonnie do ye want them? 😏 johnny: even caught the look in prices and kyles faces when it happened you: send me send me send me you: wait it happened in front of them???? johnny: worse happened in front of everyone 🥴 we were training with other units you: oh shit you: that has to have been embarrassing you: is he okay though from passing out? you: johnny? you: wow imagine ignoring me kyle: johnny's a little occupied at the moment lovie! kyle: good morning btw! 😚 you: good morning ky!! 🫶 you: occupied? kyle: ghost's chasing him for telling you everything and johnny's running for his life 😭 you: 🙃 you: normal day then? kyle: normal day 🥴 you: okay then well hope the training went well kyle: it did! 😏 anyway got to go kyle: pls go back to sleep need you well rested lovie you: i will i will.

Sighing a bit, you set your phone down on the charger again and attempt to go back to sleep... unsuccessfully so.

After half an hour of tossing and turning, you find yourself grabbing the phone again and your thumb clicks on John's name in your contacts.

You don't text him often, the last time having been nearly a week before, but, right now, you felt like you should.

you: the lads just woke me up you: johnny more specifically 🙄 you: now i cant get to sleep again john: if it's any consolation john: I told him not to john: need help? you: how would u help? john: can call you and sing you a lullaby? you: pls dont john: then I'm out of ideas darling you: u could help in another way john: and what's that? 😏 you: remember how u said u had a house of ur own you: and if i ever needed a break we could go there? john: i see 😏 john: want me to take you away for the weekend darling? you: yes please

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[c4n1d43cup1d]

Some hogcanons. notes (me rambling) under the cut

So silver was the reason i wanted to make this in the first place despite him looking the most on model (not entirely obviously, but i don't have many hcs for him). Mostly i wanted to draw his height compared to the other hedgehogs since him being freakishly tall despite being younger than sonic and shadow is funny. I saw someone say hes probably the most conventionally attractive hedgehog and i think that's true, hes a pretty boy and his fur/quills are really sleek and well maintained. The fluff on his chest is less spikey and more fluffy looking plus i put some fluff in his ears as well. I think his paws and nails are black and he doesn't wear eyeliner his lashes are just really long and hes got black markings on his eyes. Coming back to this after writing Amy's desc but i think hes genderqueer in some way idk maybe bigender i need to study him under a microscope some more every character i touch becomes transgender

Sonic has a few more added details, i like giving him a little nick in his ear and top surgery scars because that hog is trans. I haven't really seen many people give him stylized top surgery scars surprisingly, i tried to make his look kind of lightning bolty because uh something about him being fast. idk man. i think i imagined its similar to what itd look like for him to run in a zigzag? whatever i think it looks cool. I think his claws are kind of uneven and he doesn't really care too much about how they look especially since he just has them under gloves most of the time

Amy is fat because i said so, also i gave her wavier quills and heart markings everywhere. Her ears might look a little strange since it like implies her skin is making that heart shape but i imagine thats her fur spiking into the point. Her nails are painted the same red that shadows markings and stuff are mostly because i think them being besties is cute like. i see shadamy as a queer platonic relationship. Theyve always been my favorites im going to to make them as close as i want. Anyway, i think she and sonic are tied for having the shortest ears, and hers are the rounest (might make them even rounder the next time i draw her) also not entirely related to her design but i think shes transfem and genderfluid.

Shadow my son. im taking custody from black doom and gerald. anyway, i have the most headcanons for him because he is my absolute favorite guy ever he rots my brain. I think he and Amy are the same height, his rocket shoes are like platform/heels and so when he has them on he looks like Sonic's height or maybe a teeny tiny bit taller. I give his quills extra little spikes for no reason other than i think its cute, i could bullshit that its a black arms thing but idrc. What are black arms things though are his eyes and claws, his scelera is a more yellow compared to everyone elses (jaundiced as my friend put it. thanks endy) and i didn't draw it but his pupils are slits. Claws are long but are even longer when all the way out (retractable) his gloves are thick enough that he doesn't pierce them but he probably has a few spare pairs. Also not pictured but black arms related: his teeth are fucking razors, larger than the other hedgehogs and also serrated because i think thats cool. his tail is the longest out of all of them though i think it used to be longer but was lopped off in the name of science and never properly grew back. also his inhibitor rings are connected to a sort of device that does the task of being a proper gateway between his internal energy and the rings themselves, i didn't draw them but essentially its like a smaller ring that is embedded into his wrists i think. also hes trans but in a sort of alien way, i think the black arms can do the clownfish genderswap thing and shadow has it to a somewhat lesser degree its like an internal tshot i guess idfk

ok yeah thats all if u made it to the end thanks for reading the ramblings of a mad man

#silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #fanart #art #headcanons #sth #i need to think about silver some more #id say i need to think about shadow less but hell no that boy lives rent free #actually i just realized he has the second longest ramblings #i need to give amy more love #shes my second fave but its obvious how much i like shadow more #im sorry girl 💔

[thatdeadaquarius]

Admiiinnn do you write for platonic sagau?

Me wanna request my son (Razor) ue.

Because most of the fics I've read is just the creator falling on Mondstadt but never other places! I want them to fall on Wolvendom and maybe meet the wolf boy 🐨

I imagine he doesn't know/able to describe what he's feeling (not understanding human emotions and stuff because he grows up with wolves and all). But he really likes this feeling of peace and feeling like he belongs! So he'll stay with this random person that just dropped out of nowhere, and teach them how to survive in the wild too!

Unlike the overly-obsessed-head-over-heels acolytes, I think Razor will be like a worrywart bestfriend. You're his lupical now! It's his duty to protect other lupicals!

Days with him will literally be so fluffy ueueueu imagine we teach him how to cook things besides meat and puppy-paw hash browns (and teach him how to season them too! Good food always relies on taste after all). He'll just be like a little sibling that saw a very cool trick for the first time.

Aaaaa I wanna braid his long hair with flowers ue...

a request. A REQUEST. FIRST GENUINE REQUEST!! WOO!!!

AND A PLATONIC ONE?? 🥺 FOR THE BOY??🥺🥺THE MOST BOY IN ALL OF GENSHIN IMPACT???!!💖💖💖 YOU 🤝 ME = OUR LOVE FOR LIL ELECTRO FERAL PUPPY BOY

U get a whole slice of cake for that one. 🤲🍰💜

DUDE i totally thought abt (idk if u read it but its floatin around here smwhere,,) including Razor in the first Sagau idea post i made about Blunt Language reader vs. Teyvat's flowery language

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! I WILL DO MY BEST FOR THE BOY 💜✨️🐺

This gif encompasses everything i feel abt razor

Almost a part 2? But more like Bennett ft. Razor

Welp, you could've landed somewhere worse.

Like, accidentally-activated-Andrius-challenge worse.

You vowed to urself that if u ever got isekaied, or magicked away, or whatever else, u would not be those stupid protagonists who acted like they didnt know where they were

Or didnt adjust quickly to their new surroundings, esp if theyre life depended on it

U got this, u know exactly where u are rn. >:)

...

..Well, maybe not the exact location, but Wolvendom was pretty hard to mistake for anything else

The moon is full, and it looks to be about midnight or so,

A wolf howls.

...a little too close for comfort...

But hey, the lamp grass irl was so cute and pretty omg! <3

And it lit the ground nicely when u were nearby :) what a helpful aesthetic plant, so cool

Seeing a hilichurl camp further away, u slowly backed off into the woods away from the path u landed on (woke up on? Its unclear)

And up onto a small flat cliff thingy, filled with small lamp grass

U figured u werent getting anywhere tonight, i mean u rlly can't see jackshit rn, unlike in Genshin where the moon was almost as bright as the sun 💀

So ur just sittin on ur ass, wondering how tf ur gonna build a wolf-proof shelter when a bush shuffles nearby

...On ur little platform, how did u not hear whatever it was before now??

Too late now, bc u saw smth silver, and welp

U knew there were wolves, (its wolvendom)

But since u never saw any in game u kinda assumed they were like Earth wolves and were unlikely to get near a human like u-

Turns out u were probably wrong- the silver flashes in the bush- u get up and brace urself to run screaming and begging on ur knees for Andrius to take u in like-

.

..

...?

...Razor?? 😐😑😐

...

RAZOR!! :D!!!

It's the Best Boy™️!!!!!

The bestest boy ever sticks his head out of the bush

!!!??? His head tilts like a puppy in confusion ur heart💘

"...Lupical??" He says in the most confused ass tone youve ever heard

🥺

"Oh! Yes! Hello," you introduce yourself, "Can you help me? I got kinda lost here, but I don't really have a home to go back to,,"

Razor stands out of the bush, shaking his head back and forth like a dog, his hair nearly whips u in the face lmao

You: "AHH- uh- so, do u know somewhere I can go??"

Razor: "Mhm. Here. Razor like you, feel like Lupical. Stay?"

He asks, his eyes bright and shiny (not the puppy dog eyes)

Well, u figure if he can literally be raised by wolves and still be alive, so can u

(U figure itd be hard to convince Diluc to let u stay w/ him, and u dont have money for an inn in Mondstadt.. u dont even kno abt Springvale... wolf woods it is)

Plus, maybe u can help him out a bit! (it always did irritate u in game that nobody rlly checked on him/helped him live better >:/ )

"Oh! Y-yeah! That sounds great, are u sure ur family's- uh- other Lupical, r ok w/ that?" U hella dont wanna have to wrestle other wolves just for some raw food bc yall gotta share 💀

"Yes, come, I teach!" :D

___

AND SO BEGINS UR ADVENTURES WITH RAZOR

Bbyboy got ur heart in a vice gripe lol

Turns out he lives in a cave, that wasn't rlly available in game

His bed is just kinda,, moss and leaves, maybe one fur pelt

So obv u start gettin chests and get money to buy him better stuff!

Plus monsters drop money too (the slimes just bring u money?? W/o u having to defeat them?? Whos paying all these monsters anyway, where do they get this money-)

.

Also bc i HATE that u r just a regular ass human in other SAGAUs, imma keep it canon and say u can still upgrade Vision Users/Allogenes + all the regular game mechanics besides time manipulation, including quest log and inventory (bc that still exists here fuck regular sagau BS)

(bc how would u prove ur the Creator otherwise? How would u live up to that if u didnt have powers?? Isnt that the whole point of why they think ur the Creator???!! Did I miss smth here-??)

.

So ofc u give the boy the comfiest bed of pillows and furs and handmade quilts (Springvale's very talented and friendly turns out :)

And new clothes!! :D new outfits pop up on his character screen!! (It just kinda,, hovers like a hologram screen in front of him when u click a button u see hovering over his chest at all times)

.

U also teach him how to comb his hair.

(J. F. C. I dont even wanna think. abt how bad it is, a kid raised by wolves, in the woods w/ little human contact?? ill leave that to ur imagination)

He really loves the lamp grass flowercrowns u make him :) <3

.

Also yes.

We have to talk about it.

U got him soap.

And perfume. (That are still scented but not enough that he hates it thank fuck-)

.

Razor seems like he'd react to everything with either worry for ur safety (BEST BOY EVER) bc sm stuff u do is unfamiliar to him,

OR just like u said anon, like a little sibling u showed a magic trick to for the first time <3333

.

Like?? U can?? Use salt?? Pepper??? On food??? That u have cooked???!!!

Omg, his grubby little hands snatch that shit outta ur pan so quick 😭😭

He's literally scarfs down anything u make him

Oh god the wolves.

If u thought Razor loved ur food, the Lupical pack is on a whole different level.

They're such sweet doggos bc ur technically Lupical now too (Razor gave u a tooth necklace like his :] )

!!! PUPPY PILES !!! 🤲🐺💖💜✨️✨️✨️

And theyre never violent, even their play fighting is pretty tame

But the food.

Ur seasoned. New recipe. Food.

The first time u made a new dish with salt alone

It was a fucking free for all. (including Razor😭)

.

So now u have a schedule of who gets what when (as insisted and aided by Andrius himself, it got so out of hand,, paw??)

Congratz u got a pack of little siblings now, w/even the "will be bribed w/any food u give them" feature too

.

Razor loves u sm, he feels so safe around u!!

He usually cant articulate it, but u can tell by how he clings to ur arm whenever yall go into human towns so he wont lose u,

Or how he'll offer u some of his portion of food always (even if u made it)

.

and he's happy to do all these new things w/ u !!

(i sure as fuck know id get bored af if i was just,, in the woods,, all day everyday,,, not even a book to read,,,)

So needless to say he joins u for nearly everything u do

Esp monster hunting/grinding for his artifacts + weapon + stuff

Razor sees it as his job to look out for Lupical, esp if his favorite (besides Andrius) has to leave pack territory

.

Also yes, u DID meet The Andrius.

He was. So much. Bigger. Than you. Expected.

The game doesn't do him justice.

He's literally the size of a fucking school bus.

Also, apparently Razor didnt rlly know what u were, mostly bc he just feels ur comfort and safety, no words needed

But Andrius does, and he immediately explains how Teyvat sees u and even does a wolfy bow with his head lowered onto his front paws (ahdkala Andrius pls ur a gOD GET UP)

He's also surprisingly helpful and nice to u, very polite big doggo, a good leader (alpha??)

.

Lisa is hella grateful for u and all the help/care u give the bestest boy ever

(even tho u did give her the stink eye at first bc,, why didnt she teach him how to take care of himself? And even if he didnt want to join human society at least make sure he's in liveable conditions?? Hes not even an adult???)

But at least she also agrees he's the bestest boy ever, she always brags about how quickly he learns language (both writing reading and speaking) to anyone she knows

Which did endear u to her a little more (plus she apologized for not looking out for him more, or at least asking someone else to/check up on him)

.

U kinda think she (and the rest of Mondstadt) dont really realize ur some kind of Creator god,

Mostly bc u dont really stay in Mondstadt long, just to get essentials and see what it looked like in person (smtimes to visit Bennett and Fischl :D )

(U mostly only know that bc Andrius claims its so, hes very insistent too)

But ur spending most ur days with Razor anyway so it doesnt matter to you two whether ppl know what u can do

.

Razor was practicing his writing one time (bc u also help him out at home/Wolvendom when Lisa isnt)

And he carved "Razor loves Lupical and [You]" into a tree near yalls cave

:')

🎵 JESSSSUSSS CHRISSSSTTT THIS IS TOO LONGGG

BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE EDITINNGGGGG🎵

I didnt know where to end it i got sucked in dont LOOK at me-)

Uh anyway i hope this was adequate!! Sorry this was ungodly long!! I will limit myself in the future 🥲

Tysm again for the request and if u read this far LMAO!!

<3

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius ♒️ 💧🌌🌘

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[sunflowersteves]

sin sunday abt vampire eddie since i've been thinking a lot about him 👀 so just imagine him coming to you hungry and being too shy about asking to feed on you again so he's stuttering and you decide to take the lead and grab his hand caressing it slowly, then moving your hand to his thigh and talking softly to him, when you notice he's getting hard you take one step up and straddle him and decide to tease him abt being shy saying like "what wrong, cat got your tongue? where's that big bad vampire that came up to me the other day, feeling me up and biting me? did you forget how to bite, eddie boy?" running your hands through his hair and then pulling it hard enough to get a better view of his neck, then licking along his vein and biting his soft spot. that'd be it for him he'd never flip you over as fast as he did now. going straight to your neck and biting it hard but still careful, he'd make it feel so good for you and tease you as much as you did him. there'd be a little dominance fight, that is until eddie decides he's had enough and fucks you into oblivion<3

(i hope this is not too much, my mind goes far far away sometimes. i'll be sending some more, bear with me pls 🥹)

- ❤️‍🔥

no bc this!!! this!!!!!! i love vampire Eddie and I’m obsessed with this ask so much. u can send me as many asks as u want, babes join sin sunday!

smut and blood kink below!

“what’s that now, sweetheart? cat got your tongue?” he’s mocking you back now, fangs grazing the tip of a vein on to your neck.

he’s making you ride him, bouncing on his cock as if you had any control. oh, but you don’t. not one bit. “baby can’t speak now, huh? you like it when I bite you.”

he’s carefully piercing your skin so he can suck a little blood, cock twitching at your high pitch whine. “say it, baby. i want you to say you like it.”

you’re practically not registering anything he’s saying because the pain and his cock fucking up into you feels so good.

he’s grabbing you by your throat, to make you look at him. “I won’t let you come unless you say it, sweetheart.” and you don’t have to tell him twice because you’re practically pawing at him to let you release.

“please, eddie—yes, I love it. I love it when you bite me. I-I love it so much, eddie. please—you feel so good and your teeth—”

and he’s chuckling because damn did he not think that life in Hawkins could get this crazy, but he has you. your his little vampire secret. “fuck, baby, come on my cock, that’s right, yeah baby—”

#sin sunday༊*·˚ #tw blood #eddie munson x reader #vampire!eddie munson x reader #vampire!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #❤️‍🔥anon

[tinytinybumblebee]

Hi!! I love tlou so much, I’m glad there’s other fans of the show that are also regressors out there! The games are cool, I’m still playing through the first one and I’m on ep 7 of the show I think.

Anyways, I’d like some tiny Ellie content of her and Joel going to a huge toy store or something, thanks. :) (/genuine, I love your blog). I can just imagine her little face lighting up at all the toys on the shelves!

Aaaa hello hello!! Same here ;u; its always nicr to meet other regressors who enjoy series that aren't """typically""" tiny stuff (in mega quotations because anything can be enjoyed while tiny!♡)

The games look sooo cool!! Im too much of a scardy cat to play it but been watching playthroughs and it seems so fun♡ And same! Just finished ep 6, now to wait to be emotionally ready to ep 7 xD

And🥺❤️ oh my goodness y e s!!!

Toys r Us was in its prime in the late 90s/early 2000s- and, typically those types of stores aren't really touched by bandits/raiders because there aren't any objects worth salvaging. So for the most part, toy stores are left as time capsules of the bygone era.

So, of course, what's better than bringing your tiny one to a toy store??

Joel makes sure the area is safe from infected or other creatures that might be laying dormant ahead of time. When that's all good, Joel brings Ellie there and lets her explore♡

She runs her hands over the sparkly fabrics of princess dresses, her eyes as wide as saucers at all the fun toys that were in existence!

Ellie definitely loves the hands on toys, like lego (you can build anything you want!! How cool is that!!) or action figures (especially the ones that are characters from her fave comic!! She clutches that figure close to her chest, babbling to Joel about the character and all the fun stuff that character does in the comics!)

She also likes the softer toys, the plush animals that cover a whole isle ;w; she holds onto the paw of one of the teddy bears- the bear is a navy blue and embroidered with beautiful stars and constellations!💖 aaaa

Joel definitely opens up one of the easy kiddo boardgames (like Snakes n' Ladders, Trouble etc) so the two can play (aka: Joel lets Ellie win because seeing her grin and hearing her giggles is a win enough for Joel♡)

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #tlou #ellie williams #joel miller

[samcollinsbf]

a few redacted piercing hcs

im like sooo tired rn so these are very unorganized feeling + i will make a more cohesive post tomorrow or something with more of the dudes but for now my thoughts must be shared.

these are organized in order from most to least me just projecting so bear with it

CW for body modification described in pretty heavyish detail + mention of needles of course under the cut

Darlin

darlin has 1738292933 piercings like just trust me

they have 2 professionally done from when they were like a baby but the rest they did by hand

as i've stated before they've given sam a couple of ear piercings

like the amount of trust you need to have in someone to stick a needle in your ear hello !! holding your vampire boyfriends face in your hands !! they mean a lot to me can you tell.

they've gotten infected a million times before probably but each time are like fuck it we ball !!

they're actually decent at piercing now though. they've got the routine down and can name the technical term for like every piercing imaginable

Lasko

3 total. 2 lobe + 1 helix

lasko love of my life did his helix himself but like. horribly. it was shortly after he left his parents place so idk he was running off adrenaline a little

he is not a super adventurous man but he was having a moment and figured it couldn’t hurt That bad.

tried to do it with a sewing needle in his bathroom mirror

it did infact hurt that bad. bro had to stop halfway through to take a breather like helix piercings hurt so bad if you’re doing it on ur own especially if you don't kno wtf you're doing

he powered through it though and im so proud of him

ASHER OMG

11 total

5 lobe 3 helix 1 industrial

he’s also a self proclaimed expert piercer

except his pain tolerance in Low. six feet under the ground. he is in agony every single time but is like Fuck it we ball !!!!!

he is a LIAR though and tells everyone it’s like Super easy and quick to do

david knows the truth though.

asher’s first time piercing his ears was in david’s bedroom when they were teenagers

bro had a sewing needle a block of ice and the feeling of pure spite

towards what idk he had an emo phase he was having a moment like lasko🤷‍♂️

david probably incessantly told him to Not to do it because its “stupid” and “going to get insanely infected” but at some point gave up and just watched as asher attempted to stab himself in the ear as he sat criss cossed infront of davids bedroom mirror

they had radio head playing in the background because the image made me giggle.

asher ended up chickening out with the needle halfway through his ear because it hurt

david had to do it the rest of the way for him like the ally to the trans community he is 🙏

and OH MY GOD i saw these earrings at niles months ago that were like little red circles about a centimeter wide with silver paw prints on them

he wears those.

ACK damien my love

i feel like he got an industrial piercing at some point

actually you know what he actually had a shit ton of ear piercings

day to day though he takes them out all you see are a ring of little holes in his ear because they kept getting caught on his clothes + he wears glasses and he hates how it feels when the click against things

he keeps them in at night through and will wear them for special occasions

ok these get less detailed from here on out

elliot : left eyebrow piercing + gauged ears

guy : ok this is based off some like fanart i saw of him that i actually can’t find now that im looking for it but i think he has a double eyebrow piercing (whoever has made fanart of him like that im kissing u on the face ur like sooo real for that one bro.)

vincent : SNAKE BITES. also like small gauges

milo : i think !! he has a septum im not sure though

ok im like atually way to tired to continue i just really like body modification have i made that clear enough.

#redacted asmr #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted sam #reacted darlin #redacted asher #sam collins #lasko moore #redacted elliot #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted guy

[poisonouswritings]

Ozzy,,, *collapses at ur door, sobbing* this is so sappy but ough,, can I get M4 with an MC who's usually serious and calm and whatever but they're so easy to fluster,, u compliment them and their face is red as tomato,, they get their first kiss and they faint,, "oh no did I kill MC,," no they just have a fragile heart 😭 maybe throw in a lucan for me if u can 🥺👉👈 but if that's 2 much I understand!! hope ur having a great day!!

A red panda waddles up to you. He's got a little tray strapped to his back, and on the tray is a glass of water and some tissues. Once you take them he immediately flops onto his side and tries to bite his own little paws because red pandas are so baby.

GN!Reader, haha tomato face, I'm adding Tulsi too because I love her and I think she would absolutely mess with you

Felix Escellun

>:)

Felix is a little gremlin in general and I think if he doesn't cause small amounts of chaos every day his body simply shuts down. Therefore this is great news to him.

Rime was always very composed/casual about affection so when you get bright red just because Felix is calling you 'darling' or whatever, oh he is so going to take advantage of this. It's new and fun for him!

You'll be trying to study and he'll put a hand on your back and say you're doing amazing and you have to put your head down while he laughs

In Blackthorn,, Scylla also finds it hilarious while Florian finds it adorable. Escell says he finds it gross but I think low-key he's happy Felix has someone in his life. Even if that person is you.

He offers to find a spell to make your blush less obvious and it only makes you blush harder and he's just having the time of his (third or fourth) life over here

Seriously how many times has he died and come back

Anisa Anka

I feel like Anisa also gets flustered when someone suddenly is affectionate with her so you guys could totally have battles to see who can embarrass the other most

At first when you keep dying every time she's sweet to you she's worried you don't like it! Maybe it's overwhelming? Maybe you just don't know how to tell her to stop? She doesn't want you feeling uncomfortable :(

But then she overheard you talking with Saaros about how you just get flustered easily and Anisa is like :) Oh :) guess I have to help my partner get used to it :) so they don't get flustered as easily :)

Haha MC Is In Danger of Dying because All The Blood Is Always In Their Cheeks

Especially when Ayanna disapproves of you, Anisa dials it up to 11 just to prove a point.

I think being in Rivath, where public displays of affection seems to be kinda looked down on, would make you a lot more flustered just on the principle that it's a little tabboo.

Sage Lesath

No okay but imagine you guys are in the hallway and it's the first time you kiss and you just pass out,, and Sage was gonna run away because he's embarrassed but then you fucking conk out so now he has to pick you up and take you to your room except he's so flustered that he also feels light-headed,, like he already needed to get some air and now he's got you cradled against his chest while he walks into your room and lays you down in the bed and covers you up and you just look so cute and

And he has to sit down for a couple of minutes too I think. He sits next to you on the bed and brushes your hair with his fingers a little. And if you grab him while you're asleep?? He's never been this soft before and he will die.

He kisses the top of your head and you drop whatever you're holding and on one hand he's laughing because it's funny!! and on the other hand he's melting because oh you're so cute and it does funny things to heart that he can get you so flustered with literally nothing.

I think he just also gets very blushy and shy with affection so whenever he tries to mess with you it always backfires and you're both flustered messes. Like he'll try to flirt and he'll touch you a little and you get a bloody nose and then he's trying to help you and that just gets him worked up. Mutual dumbasses.

Lucan de Bhaldraithe

Lucan is a menace but unintentionally!! He's just big and full of love and affection and he will prove it!!

Even as platonic friends he will constantly hug you and sweep you up in his arms and stuff and he's very :3 about it.

You guys are eating cupcakes and you got frosting on the tip of your nose so he just leans over and smooches it off and you have to put your head down and he's just very innocently going to nibble on your cupcake cause you probably won't notice :3

That being said he might work you up so he can steal food from you while you're distracted.

Sometimes he has bad days and he comes sits with you - probably crawling into your lap and mushing his cheek against your shoulder because he thinks better when you're there to keep him calm - and you get super flustered and you're beet red but you're trying to ignore it because you know he needs comfort right now and honestly that immediately gives him +100 happy points

Tulsi Ain

I'm Team 'Tulsi Should Get To Be a Gremlin' because she's spent so long being the Responsible Sibling that she deserves to be a menace. As a treat.

So you meet her and you're all serious and stoic or whatever and she casually compliments your clothes and she fucking sees your soul leave your body for a split second as you start going red and mumble a thank you and

oh

Oh! Oh she can have fun with this >:)

Even before you guys start dating, she's lavishing you in compliments and flirts. Especially because she knows how to keep her expression flat, so she just casually tells you you're adorable or something and snickers when you perish

She's teaching you how to smith something and she's standing behind you and guiding your hands and then she sets her chin on your shoulder and says you're doing great and you have to set the hammer down because you get really lightheaded and she's trying not to laugh as she blames it on the heat of the forge even tho she knows full well it's her fault

Rime Varela

The first time he notices how flustered you get he evil grins because Oh He Is Going To Torture You

Every time he talks to you he uses some kind of pet name. Every time you guys go out he holds your hand and kisses you. If he goes out without you he brings you back treats/presents. Cooks your favorite foods. You're just curled into a ball on the floor because Why Is He So Evil !!!!! And he just very innocently says that he just wants his gorgeous partner to know how much he loves them :) and he is evil

He just thinks it's really fun to mess with you. Especially in public. He will tone it down if you ask. Offers to use his ice magic to cool you off when you're particularly red.

Omg if you actually do pass out the first time you guys kiss, Rime's immediate impulse is to use healing magic,, but then he realizes why you passed out and he just can't stop snickering because Yeah His Partner Sure Is A Fucking Idiot Like That. He wouldn't have you any other way though.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath x reader #lucan de bhaldraithe x reader #tulsi ain x reader #rime varela x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #anisa anka #fictif anisa #last legacy anisa #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #lucan de bhaldraithe #fictif lucan #last legacy lucan #tulsi ain #Fictif tulsi #last legacy tulsi #rime solano varela #rime varela #last legacy rime #fictif rime #mutual ask #ozzy answers

[weirdblackgirl2]

Angel Please?

Nia Menalcan x Satis Pulchra ft. Baby Imani

Word count ↪ 370 wds

Author’s note ↪ This is now my first time writing and imagine/drabble (so don't mind the mistakes). All of the characters in the story are Oc’s and I own them. If you don't like it you can respectfully go away and read something else that u do like, thank you. Anyway, enjoy :) 

TW ↪ Pet names (My love, Handsome, Sweetheart and Baby), Imani is 2 years old so she talks like a 2 year old (If u don’t like it go to hell), They call Imani angel (<3), Over all just a lot of fluff and cuteness.

Summary ↪ Imani wants to stay up and watch paw patrol but she needs to go to bed for daycare tomorrow. How will her parents make her go to sleep?

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Here we have a beautiful family, watching Paw patrol with they're 2 year old daughter that somehow roped them into watching it past her bedtime.

“Mama, papa pees,” Imani whined 

“No angel, you have to go to daycare tomorrow.” Nia said, annoyed.  

Imani started to whine. Almost crying, begging her parents to let her stay up a little after her bedtime to continue watching her show.

“Angel, please don’t cry,” Satis begged.

Imani started to whine even louder than before. Obviously saying that didn’t work.

Nia and Satis were convinced that they were going to need a crucifix soon.

Suddenly an idea popped in Satis’s head.

“Okay, what about this angel? If you have some time before daycare tomorrow, you can watch paw patrol. How does that sound?” Satis suggested.

Imani’s whining calms down, Gasping for air and yawning. A moment later she answers with a meek

“Okay papa.”

Nia and Satis smiled in victory, finally accomplishing their mission.

Satis took Imani from Nia’s arms and started walking upstairs with Nia trailing behind him.

They went to Imani’s room and laid her on her bed and tucked her in.

“Good night angel.” Nia and Satis said, taking turns kissing her head.

“Night mama and papa.” She said snuggling her stuffed bunny.

Nia and Satis slowly walk out of her room and close the door leaving a crack.

“Well my love, are you ready to go to bed?” Satis asks, taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth, kissing it.

“I sure am handsome,” she answered with a tired grin.

Satis picked up Nia under her thighs and wrapped her leg around his waist and started walking towards their bedroom.

Once they reached their bedroom, he opened the door with one of his arms. He walked towards the bed, he then laid her on the bed and laid his head on her chest.

She started to run her finger through his hair softly.

“G’night sweetheart.” Satis said, slowly drifting off.

“G’night baby.” Nia answered, kissing his forehead softly.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

#oc story #oc's #i love children #especially Imani #Satis needs a best negotiating father award #parenting #family au #Fluff #oc x oc #Nia being a tired of everything #young love #vote Imani for president 2024 #paw patrol #paw patrol is goated #kid shows #domestic fiction #domestic fluff #toddler #kids #we need parents like Imani's in this world #good parenting #IMANI'S SO CUTE #I LOVE HER

[silverdreamsstudios]

a6 dub presents: simba

hi everyone i keep forgetting to post about this but ive made a note to in my head like 50 times but !! i forgot how we originally got on the topic, but austin (vexx’s va) owns a dog named simba and he’s honestly the cutest little dog ever!! i thought everyone should know of this little angel's existence!

also can u imagine if vexx had a dog in game omg or any kind of pet!!! he honestly deserves a ray of sunshine like Simba after everything he's been through after chapter 5 :'D amr???

anyways stan simba for clear skin

thank u for coming to my ted talk

#andromeda six #a6 #andromeda six fandub #mod silver #simba is tHE BEST #i want simba and my cat holly to be the mascots of this dub #LOL #its simbas little paws that give me the most #hes so PRECIOUS #look at his lil nose omg i just want to boop it #what a baby omg #can u imagine his little paws running #im going to have to pester the other vas to send me their pets #i love pets #did you know that courtney has a hamster named chester #anyways can u imagine ryona having a hamster and vexx having a dog #what if the a6 characters just had the same pets as the people who va them #so matt has cats lol i forgot how many #so traveler would have cat(s) #so would nerissa since i own 2 cats at home lol #ryona has a hamster #im rly not sure if anyone else has pets but now I'm going to @everyone obnoxiously to find out #anyways i hope u enjoy and love simba

[eddiesbug]

a good day (j.potter)

fandom: the marauders

pairing(s): daddy!james potter x little!reader, little!reader x little!sirius black (platonic), daddy!remus lupin x little!sirius black

word count: 1816

summary: a trip to hogsmeade, your daddy, your best friend sirius and more lollipops than you could ever need. what more does a girl want?

warnings: so much ridiculously sweet, tooth rotting fluff, tiny tiny bit of angst if you squint, just a few tears, sirius and reader wrestle and poke at each other, super cute, self indulgent piece

note: this was so fun to write! i missed writing age regression fics since i am a little myself ( we <3 trauma) and i crave a relationship like this sooo bad. ugh i love james potter so much. as always, pls like and reblog and lmk what u thought!!<33

It’s no secret that James is protective over you; it’s never been questioned by any of the marauders that you’re his, and although they’re all fond of you, first and foremost you’re James’ girl. He’s the first person you think about in the morning, the last at night and he takes care of you in any way that he can.

The other boys have already vacated the dorm this morning, the only presence remaining being you and James; you’re tucked right into his side, head under his armpit and legs hooked around him like a little koala. He grins down at you with the most affectionate expression, brushing your messy hair off of your face and kissing your forehead. You grumble at the movement, turning away from the gentle touch and nestling your face into your own arms.

“Ah, ah,” James laughs, pulling you back up and towards him. You whine, rubbing your eyes with your fists in a manner that has him cooing.

“Daddy…” you protest, droopy eyes landing on him, his own dark curls mussed and sticking up at every angle imaginable.

“I know, baby love. It’s time, though.”

“It’s Saturday!”

“That’s why we’re the only ones in here. We’ve slept in plenty, bunny.”

“Hmph.”

He chuckles, lifting you onto his lap to get a better view of your face; your eyes flutter open and closed with how tired you are and you murmur softly, pawing at his chest and drooping down to rest on top of him.

“No, no. Up we get,” he encourages, bouncing you in his hold.

“Nuh uh,” you complain as he stands, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist to keep from falling.

“Yuh huh,” he counters, kissing your cheek. You sigh, rubbing your eyes again in an attempt to stay awake and alert. “C’mon, what are we wearing today?”

“What we doin’?” you ask quietly.

“Well, we’ve got Hogsmeade today, so the boys and I are gonna get some stuff from the joke shop. And I spose you’ll want to get some sweeties, yeah? And then we’ll go and get some lunch and drinks. Sound good?”

“Mhm,” you hum happily, giddy with excitement for what the day has in store. “Siri comin’?”

“Siri is coming,” he affirms, smiling at your happy giggle; you and Sirius are practically inseparable, and although the raven haired boy is surly and unapproachable to people he dislikes, he utterly adores you.

You skip to the wardrobe, picking out your outfit — which of course consists of your favourite skirt and James’ sweatshirt — and letting James help you into it. He rolls the sleeves up despite your protests, chuckling when you nuzzle into the fabric, inhaling deeply. He ties your hair into two low bunches, dressing himself in an almost identical sweatshirt to the one he’s given to you. Gazing intently into his eyes, you urge him to move faster.

“C’mon, daddy! Time to go!”

You’ve been restless ever since Sirius’ name was mentioned and you’re desperate to find him.

“Steady, baby love,” he laughs as you practically vibrate on your way down to the Great Hall. Your eyes flit from side to side, desperately searching for your best friend. When you spot Remus, you squeal, bouncing on your toes and tugging on James’ sleeve. “Go on, sweetheart,” he encourages, nudging you towards the tall boy. You giggle, running so fast that Remus grabs you with both hands, steadying you.

“Hi, Remmy,” you lilt, batting your lashes at him; you smile like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth and Remus chuckles, squeezing your cheek affectionately.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he laughs, holding his arms out for a hug. You oblige, hugging him tight even as you bounce in his hold. He senses your excitement, whispering in your ear quietly, “There’s Siri. Go on.”

You squeak when you spot the dark haired boy, making a beeline for him at practically a sprint.

“Siri!” you screech.

“Hi, bun bun!” he yells back, colliding with you at full speed; you both grunt, tumbling to the floor in a heap of limbs. Remus and James wince at the harsh landing and you open your eyes to James standing above you.

“Y’alright, bunny?”

“‘M fine, daddy,” you giggle, grinning crookedly as Sirius wraps his arms around you and squeezes.

“Too tight,” you wheeze, rolling out of his grip. James peels you off of the floor, standing you up and brushing the now loose hair out of your face. Remus does the same to Sirius, taming his wild hair by tying it in a ponytail at the bottom of his head; he grumbles, swatting indignantly at Remus’ hands as you giggle, leaning into James.

“What’chu laughing at?” he mumbles, crossing his arms and pouting. Remus kisses his puffed out lips, effectively killing the tantrum before it starts.

“Nothin’,” you sing-song, turning your attention to James, “Daddy?” you whisper.

“Yes, bunny?” he whispers back, mimicking your cute, hushed tone.

“Kiss?” Cocking your head in that adorable way you know he can’t resist, you pucker your own lips, standing on your tiptoes. He promptly presses his lips to yours, cupping your cheeks in his large hands.

“Better?” he laughs.

“Mhm.” You frown as a ravenclaw girl catches your eye, elbowing her friend and smirking as they whisper to each other and point, obviously wanting you to see them. Your cheeks burn and you look at your feet, already close to tears.

“Don’t look at them, look at me, baby love.” James, ever so perceptive, has already spotted the girls making nasty remarks about you and is trying his best to distract you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, tears welling behind your waterline. Your lower lip quivers and James coos. Tilting your chin up, he kisses you again.

“Daddy loves you,” he says as soon as he pulls away. “So, so much, bunny.”

“I love you,” you sniffle, “‘M bein’ such a baby.”

“My baby,” he says softly, kissing the crown of your head. “My best baby, my beautiful baby.”

Sirius’ arms suddenly wrap around you from behind and he blows a raspberry in your ear, laughing hysterically as you turn and tug at his ponytail, sticking your tongue out. You growl softly, clearly vexed, but Sirius’ intention was successful — you’re distracted. James wipes the wetness out of your ear, taking your hand in his large one.

“Time to go,” he chuckles, pushing Sirius towards his own boyfriend.

By the time you arrive at Hogsmeade, you and Sirius are delirious with excitement, the prior incident forgotten about in favour of the day ahead of you.

First, you head to the joke shop; you and Sirius have tons of fun with games of exploding snap, trying your hardest to make the other jump. When the boys have purchased absolutely everything they want, you head straight to the sweet shop. You keep attempting to run off down your favourite aisles until James snorts, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Every once in a while, you’ll chime out a “Look, daddy!” and he’ll grab whatever has caught your eye. By the end, you’re drowning in sweets, clutching the paper bag to your chest like treasure.

You make your way to the Three Broomsticks, skipping with your hand in James’ and your other arm looped through Sirius’. The four of you snag a booth, sliding in each side; you stick your hand straight into your bag, pulling out a red lollipop and unwrapping it.

“‘S a heart, daddy!” you giggle happily, lifting his arm so you can tuck yourself securely into his side; he grabs your legs, draping them over his lap and kissing your exposed knees. His eyes are soft and full of adoration and it makes you smile. You wonder how one person can love you this much that he even gives the unattractive and plain parts of you so much love.

“You thirsty, pup?” Remus asks Sirius, running a hand through his untamed hair. He nods, craning into the touch. James kisses your neck, sliding out of the booth behind Remus.

“Butterbeer, yeah?” James asks; you both nod, matching lopsided grins on your faces. Sirius scoots over next to you and you hand him a lollipop, grinning as he unwraps it and pops it straight in his mouth.

“Dis is fun,” he garbles around the sweet, leaning into you slightly; you laugh, poking him. He pokes you back until you’re both laying down on the seat, incoherent with laughter. James and Remus observe the whole thing whilst they collect your drinks. Sirius’ face is flushed as he grabs for you, pulling on your bunches and shouting triumphantly as you squeal.

“Alright, settle down,” Remus chides, grabbing Sirius and hauling him back onto the other side of the booth. Pouting, you fold your arms and whine.

“Oh, bunny,” James placates, “Remmy’s mean, taking Siri away, isn’t he?” You nod, doing your best frown at Remus, which only pulls a low laugh from the lanky boy. “‘S okay, sweetheart. Daddy’ll cuddle you.” That simmers your brewing tantrum wonderfully and you snuggle into James’ side, pressing the side of your face to his sweatshirt as he holds the glass full of butterbeer to your lips, tipping slowly.

“Look!” you snort, gesturing to the line of foam gathered on your top lip, “Got a moustache!” Sirius rolls his eyes playfully.

“You can’t grow a moustache.”

“I so can!”

The debate goes on until it’s time to leave, by which point you’re stifling yawns and laying on top of James, your face pressed into his neck.

“C’mon, it’s time to go,” he coos, prying you off of him and standing.

“Piggyback me?” you ask innocently, eyes fluttering sleepily; how could he ever say no to you? He wants you to have everything you’ve ever wanted and more. He lifts you onto his back, not moving until your legs are secure around him.

You doze quietly on the carriage ride back, curled in James’ lap. By the time you wake, you’re in his bed.

“Oh, hi, bunny,” he murmurs, tugging you closer into his side. You grumble, clambering on top of him with as much grace as a newborn deer.

“Fell ‘sleep,” you mumble, “Are you mad?”

“Never, baby. You were tired.” He kisses your forehead. “Look, Siri’s already asleep, too. You just had so much fun it tired you out!

“Mmm,” you giggle, glancing at Remus and Sirius, both asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. James pulls the duvet further over the pair of you, pecking your lips and letting you settle comfortably on his chest.

“Ni ni, daddy,” you murmur, kissing his bare shoulder, “Love, love, love you.”

“Love, love, love you more, bunny.”

“Nuh uh,”

You’re snoring quietly before James can answer you, fingers curled around the thick blanket and breaths soft and tickling his bare skin. One thing is for sure — you had a good day.

#fanfic #writers on tumblr #imagines #writing #fiction #fem!reader #hp fic #harry potter fic #james potter #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter one shot #james potter x reader #daddy!james potter #little!reader #little space #daddy!james #james potter x little!reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #the marauders ff #the marauders x reader #the marauders fluff #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders #marauders era #platonic!sirius #sirius x reader #sirius x remus #sirius black x remus lupin

[sukunasweetheart]

here we go again- another au sukuna that i’ve thought about,, this time its kinda halloween themed tho lmao (also i probably[?] wont write a full length fic on this idea, simply bc im already writing a fic that is based around sukuna being a catlike entity, LOL shoutout to those who have read it on my ao3) i dont think this post will do that well tbh but i just wanted to get it out there

ANYWAY this will be a bit redundant but smth abt cat sukuna makes my heart go 🥺 It’ll be like a fantasy setting but reader is the witch and sukunas a demon who’s turned into a cat after he was cursed by a powerful wizard or some shii. rip our king </3 but he kinda deserved it tho bc of all the atrocities hes committed. former demon king now just an evil talking cat

witches arent really known to be immortal i dont think, but i’d like to hc in this au, reader is a half demon half witch - which is what initially drew sukuna in!

hes looking for someone to break the curse, the horrid spell on him that renders him unable to use his powers properly. grr the mans wants his OG form BACK

the reason why hes not killed is bc even in cat form, hes still indestructible rip

and then he hears rumours about a certain powerful witch from a certain area (you) - and finds out that u run ur own little shop thats been booming with business recently

u meet many customers of all species - humans, elves, dragons, and do consultations, brews potions and all that shizazz

anyway typical sukuna barges in and makes himself known immediately

he instantly recognises that youre of half demon blood and goes “oh? interesting.”

you know who he is and ur super sus abt him at first

you end up making a deal - he wants you to break his spell in exchange for all the gold and treasures + other goods etc. hes gathered up from conquering all kinds of kingdoms and shit (and only he knows where they are) he prolly just shoved them all aside somewhere bc he dont rly care abt the materialistic gains

meanwhile reader - likes the cash cash money, so ofc u accept. u write up a contract and he signs it, but he has to use his cute lil paw dipped in ink to do that aww 🥺

ok so then u try on the spot to undo the spell using all ur power

and it works! only temporarily. he turns full human, but not his og self with the four arms

he is very disappointed but also lowkey excited bc like - its the closest hes ever gotten - no other witch/wizard was able to even change one of his limbs correctly

shortly after he turns back into a cat he decides that hes gonna linger around u bc he believes ur the key to his comeback lmao

hence you develop some form of a love-hate relationship

hes so grumpy i swear - i mean hes been turned into a cat out of his will so like hahaa

but then he immediately goes to purring when u start petting him oop

"Pussycat."

"Call me that one more time, i fuckin dare you-"

i can imagine u handing him a bowtie or cute outfits like hes a pet, but he always tears them up into shreds with his claws 

when youre in the midst of consulting somebody as ur sitting at ur desk, sukunas curled up in ur lap and at times u pet him dramatically like an evil anime villain would

broom riding??? imagine him with u up in the sky bro like kiki’s delivery service 

Sukunas alwaysss going on abt his og body and readers alwaysss dismissing him for it and telling him he sounds like an old man xhsbxjsnjx

"How's the view? Pretty, isnt it."

"Keh. I could've gotten higher than this with my og form."

sukuna on ur shoulders when ur out and about tho omg

"Oi. Let me on your shoulder."

maybe the answer to break the curse on him is something cliche like learning the value of others’ lives (help i hate this but cant think of a better idea) hmu if u hav smth good

"No way, you're way too heavy."

but he climbs his way there anyway

so maybe at random intervals, he temporarily changes back - and it may or may not be bc he begins to value you more and more.. 👉 👈

he likes it when u put rude customers in their place without lifting a finger, loves how powerful u are, likes it when u scratch him in all those good spots

perhaps one time, he changes human while ur asleep in bed

Soft gaze as he grazes like a finger over ur cheek or smth idk

Maybe grasps ur hand a little bc like he finally has a hand instead of a paw

Thinking abt witch reader who goes out often to collect herbs and plants for ur potions and etc. Bc u sell them to others

Sukuna who has only recently began living with her is like "where are you going"

And follows u about while u do ur thing

Maybe he starts to watch u make stuff with intrigue soon enough

Hes a demon but like all hes ever really focused on was brute power and destruction, never paid attention to anything like intricate magic

Even tho his powers are of somewhat the same root as magic

Witches would all vary from person to person - most have verbal spells and chants but readers magic is silent, which is rather rare

i have some ideas for reader’s angsty backstory and the way sukunas curse would b undone but this is getting too longg

Sukuna: why do you never say anything? No abracadabra, no nothing?

Y/N: 🙄

all i know is that once he is free from it, hes gonna probably propose to her and theyre gonna live happily ever after <3

Masterlist

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #happy early halloween ig??? i might brainstorm a few more halloween themed stuff maybe tho idkkk #this was very lengthy and messy oops

[chil2de]

Walking around the house with no panties on, the shortest skirts you have, so you bend down purposefully to show off your pussy, laying on the counch belly down, the skirt riding up so you can show off your round, perky booty. No bras on, with thin, low cut, sometimes almost see-through shirts so you can flash your titties when you bend down or clumsily spill some juice on your shirt. Rubbing on him, grinding on his bulge whenever you need to go past him to enter a room, his big, calloused hands grabbing onto your hips, travelling down to ypur dripping wet cunt. Leaving your door slightly open when you're getting dressed after a shower.

Teasing your mom's new boyfriend, Toji, is dangerous, but so much fun and always worth it. You can't wait for your mom to go back to work. For now, you'll have to make do while she's sleeping.

anon... i fuckin- PLEASE YOU ARE GIVING ME HEART PROBLEMS I LOVE U SO BAD plspslspslss ur intellect... it’s so sexy. thank you. thank you for allowing me a piece of this. i present proudly, the sequel to my beloved anonie’s thirst ask that sounds like it just came out of my shifting script (do not write again or i might have to ask your hand in marriage 🛐🛐🛐)

read my disclaimer if you’re new <3

part two is here! this is a mini-series.

tw: age gap (reader is implied to be in uni, i mean toji has a 15 y/o son so...)

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day and night: one.

“ma! how do you think this skirt looks? well, well? is it cute? i think it’s adorable!” you swoon, clasping your hands together innocently as you give your mother a little whirl, fully comprehending that the wind would ride up and flash toji some of your delicate skin.

he hisses out a harsh exhale, averting his gaze that you so boldly catch in your peripherals. it evokes a small hum from you as you await your mother’s approval.

“i mean- it’s cute, yeah, but don’t you think it’s a bit too short, dear? i’d prefer if it were only for home use.” she glances at you from over the counter where she scrubs some dishes.

oh, it wasn’t for anything but home use.

you were dancing a very fine line, and toji knew that all too well.

“‘kaaaay, i’ll wear it at home. oh, and, i finished cleaning my room. is there anything you need help with?” you hum, rolling your weight onto your tiptoes and back onto your heels.

“thank you, love. could you clean up the living room a bit? i’d ask toji to do it, but he just got back from a job.”

“that’s okay! and speaking of, mister fushiguro, how are you? was work well?” you inquire innocently, striding over to the coffee table. you bend down to grab a few cups, and you can hear the grind of teeth and bone from toji. he makes out the damp slick that coats your bare thighs glimmering in the fluorescent light, too.

“just fine.” he states in an indifferent, flat tone.

“eh? mister fushiguro, are you alright? you don’t sound too well. would you like me to grab you some medicine?” you spin around on your heels, one hand rests on your hips as you endow him with a carefully crafted smile of concern.

you can feel your knees buckle when toji mouths the words that you’re just dying to hear. you swear that you can imagine his voice thrumming in your head.

he enunciates it clearly for you to lip read.

‘i’ll put you in your fucking place.’

you lean forward, hand reaching out to feel his forehead. you slick his hair back and he only stares up at you through half lidded eyes.

in the process, he catches a whiff of your delicate yet feminine perfume. it makes his dick twitch in his pants, the way he catches sight of the valley of your breasts- nipples perking out through your cute little crop top shirt. how your bare stomach peeks out at him and all he can think about is how he wants to paw at the skin there, the way he wants to knead your thighs like they’re putty with those thigh high socks you’ve got going.

“hmmm? your forehead’s kinda hot. sure you’re not running a fever?”

“it’s just a headache. go help your mom out.” his jade green orbs trail to your mother, making sure she’s preoccupied with the dishes before he yanks ahold of your wrist and trails his hot tongue along the back of your hand.

“okay! whatever you say, mister fushiguro.”

whatever he says, huh?

if he told you to bend over right now, would you?

“here- lemme wash them. you go rest up, okay? you’ve been cleaning all day, mom, do you wanna take a nap or something?” you nudge your mother’s elbows, motioning for her to step aside so you can take over washing some of the leftover cutlery.

“are you sure? don’t you have to study for your university exams? i can handle the rest, it’s alright.”

“nonono, it’s okay! i’ve pretty much done what i can. they’re not due for another month, anyway. it’s fine, i promise! you should rest up.”

you’re sure that the last thing your oblivious mother wants is to take a nap, but you can’t help but squeeze and rub your thighs together at the thought of jumping on toji’s cock. it’s not like she’d expect her sweet innocent young daughter to be fucking her boyfriend, right?

with a hesitant sigh, your mother complies and waves toji off before entering her bedroom. he gives her a small smile before turning his attention to you.

“come here a sec.” he beckons you over and you spin around with curiosity.

“yes, mister fushiguro?” you perk your lips up at him, thrusting your chest out.

“drop the act.” he demands, tone low and laced with danger.

you deliver a small giggle, plush lips upturned into a brash smirk as you wrap your hands around the base of his neck, straddling yourself into his lap.

“such a naughty girl, aren’t you? don’t you think you’re being a bit too bold, strutting around with no underwear like that?” he hums derisively, green eyes stripping you clean as his vast and calloused hand grabs a fistful of your ass.

“but it’s just the way you like me, isn’t it?” you coo, cocking your head to kiss the side of his neck. toji utters a low moan from the depths of his chest, one that you can feel vibrate throughout his broad build.

“damn. you really can’t get enough of me, huh?”

you lap your tongue at his scar, carefully kissing the skin there. toji’s free hand moves to your stomach, where his index draws circles around your belly button.

you give him a grimace, eyes wide and glossy like a kicked puppy. you want more than that. you want more of his touch.

“so needy. just like your mother, aren’t you?”

“you’re just like megumi-chan too~” you lick your lips, witnessing the way toji’s eyes veneer in conflict.

“my son? that’s in poor taste. he’s not taking care of you well, is he?”

“prefer my cock, don’t you?” his thumb pulls on your bottom lip, revealing the pearls of your teeth.

“y-yes mister fushiguro..”

“mister fushiguro? i told you, didn’t i?”

“it’s daddy for you. open up, princess.”

he leans forward, tensing his lips.

instead of spitting straight forward like he always does, toji takes his sweet time to make you antagonise against the wait.

your eyes gleam and shine as you watch the long strand of saliva dripping from his scarred lips. you can’t help but pant a little, anticipating the moment his dna hits your tongue.

you swallow his spit whole, flicking your tongue up to the roof of your mouth to showcase your pride.

“that’s my good girl.” he purrs, flashing you an egocentric smirk.

toji bounces his leg up and down, grinding his built thigh against your clit. you exude a noise reminiscent of a squeak as you meet in time with his movements, desperately scouring for more friction.

he has you right where he wants you, undone and stupid when he hasn’t properly laid his hands on you.

“p-please, daddy.. need more, can’t wait..”

“can’t wait for what?”

“y-you.. i need you, please.. i waited all day for you.” you mumble with melancholy, small and fragile hands scramble against toji’s neck. to him, it probably feels like an insect on his skin- but he appreciates the sentiment.

“n-no..” disappointment paints your features blue when toji crams his index finger inside your wet cunt. there’s already an obscure squelch when he enters, coating him in warm and messy slick. he revels in how aroused you are for him, and truth be told he didn’t think it’d be possible for such a small thing like you to possess such a high libido.

“no? that’s what happens when you’re not specific. maybe i’ll teach you for trying to get a rise out of me.”

“that stunt you pulled? try that shit again and i’ll rail you in front of her.”

“i-i’m sorry, daddy.. pleaseplease, i want your dick already! i’ve been a good girl, haven’t i? you said it yourself.. so please-“ you sob through hiccups, chomping through the haze that clouds your cognitive thinking.

all you can think about is his cock, how it feels inside you. the shape of his tip, the thickness of his girth. that one vein you can always feel kissing the inside of your walls.

it’s too much. you might even faint if you don’t get what you want soon. you held off this long, wasn’t that good enough for him? daddy toji would always scold you if he found out that you were playing with yourself.. he wouldn’t speak to you for weeks, all the while showering your mother with his affection. he’d pull her in for hugs, kiss the side of her temples whilst giving you sideway glances.

so cute. really. it’s amusing to toji how you’re over here losing your mind for him, whilst he can sit perfectly fine and ruin you in ways more than one.

“ah-ah. be quiet.” he hushes you delicately, as though he actually cares about the level of your volume.

when you beg again, he can’t avoid falling prisoner to that glassy doe-eyed gaze of yours.

your gratuity comes in the form of a broken moan when toji allows you to sink down onto his thick dick. his scarred lips brush against your neck and his hot breath sizzles against you.

“so good. you’re always so wet for me.” he murmurs, suckling love bites into your neck.

have fun explaining that one.

“daddy, y-your shirt- please-“

“my shirt? you want me to take it off?”

“y-yeah”

“why?”

“scratches..”

he hums in awe before shifting to remove his shirt in a criss-crossed manner. he crumples the fabric up into a ball, tossing it aside.

across his collarbone, there’s a love bite that you left two days ago.

on both of his large pecs, there’s four bite marks each.

if there’s anything you beat your mother to, it’s marking toji up. he never takes his shirt off in bed with her.

down and across his abdomen are faint licks of scratch marks. they’re littered more predominantly across the expanse of his toned back and shoulder blades.

you grip onto his steady bicep, pinching into the hard muscle there for support. your other hand rests onto his chest as you work to ride the full length of his dick.

it’s evident that you’re struggling and tumbling. a few bounces in and you can feel your thighs singe like a blazing hot pan.

toji yanks fistfuls of your hair to manoeuvre your body. he keeps you straight up whilst buckling his hips to fuck himself upwards. and his other hand flies to your mouth instantly, because he knows. why wouldn’t he? he knows how to take care of his good girl. all the right spots to pump his fingers into, exactly how you like your pussy eaten- sloppy and loud. of course he’d know how to make you tick and to hit your g-spot instantly with every thrust.

“t-toji- ‘s too-ah! much- i can’t- it’s so sensitive-“

“who gave you permission to call me by my given name? i certainly didn’t.”

“i’msorry- please daddy- please~”

“what the hell are you even begging for? you’re fucked so stupid. if it’s not my name rolling off your tongue, i don’t wanna hear it.” (a/n: this sounds condescending, but he’s referring to the pet name, not ‘toji’)

“s-sorry”

“you wanted my dick, so where’s all your bite gone? can’t you take it?”

you can’t respond. there’s only garbled static and high pitched whimpers.

when you hear your mother stirring in the room next door, you’re the only one to freeze for a second.

“such a silly whore. throbbing on my cock like that. you’re so cute.”

with toji stirring up your guts, it’s only natural for him to rub your clit for you. he really does have to do all the work, huh?

repeating his pet name in a chant, there’s a last surge of energy that allows you to bounce in time with his thrusts. you grimace at the fact that you can’t take all of his shaft, due to the fact that toji has you lifted up from preventing that telltale sound of his balls slapping against you. his digits fill and cram your mouth, drool coating him and dripping down his wrist in an amusing sheen. he can make out the white cream that coats his dick in a ring and hisses out a moan of his own.

“s-so close” you mewl, digging your nails into his flesh. toji hisses, eyebrows creasing and face screwed, but fuck, if it doesn’t make his dick hurt he’d be a filthy liar.

“nope. daddy toji always finishes first, remember?”

“b-but da-“

“shut up.”

you whine and grimace, but your walls still flutter and clamp down onto toji like a vice. you beg him over and over until the words no longer sound correct to you.

maybe if you two were home alone, he’d ride this out and torture you a little longer.

toji’s thrusts become more erratic and sloppy, chest heaving and breath laboured. he can already tell the sheer amount of his cum that he’s about to empty inside you.

you don’t usually physically feel him cumming inside, hell if ever, but this time? fuck. you can feel his tip twitch as he shoots ribbons of his warm seed inside your cunt- filling you up to the brim until it threatens to spill.

after about fifteen seconds, toji finally allows you your release. you come crashing down with fervor, toes curling, fingertips digging, eyes rolled and mouth hung as your juices mix with his.

toji scoffs when a lone drip of his cum oozes out onto his dick. he gathers it up, swiping it with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth.

“keep it inside.” he pulls himself out and you panic with fear.

“i wanna see that shit still inside you tomorrow. you’ll know better than to disappoint me.”

looks like you won’t be seeing megumi tonight, after all.

read part two here! this is a mini-series.

#by lord this was so filthy i need to write some nice fluff to balance out the evil LMFAOOO #pregnancy and infections don’t exist in this universe😼 #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk scenarios #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk smut #toji #toji fic #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro #toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji x you

[chuzu-archive]

thinking of xiao in an oversized hoodie w the big sleeves <3 (disrespectfully)

kinda makes me thnk of ths kimzy post & also xiao messing w himself until u find him maybe i guess haha . but i wld never write that lol 

minors dni. sub!xiao/gn!rdr, masturbation/getting caught masturbating. ˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊˚‧₊

xiao blames you for this decidedly brazen part of his personality... the one that tramples his many self-made promises, including those of decency, and leaves him tugging his boxers off in your bed – already imagining the look on your face when you come through your half-open bedroom door to find him making a mess of a beloved hoodie (and your freshly laundered sheets if he doesn’t underestimate himself).

you’ve only encouraged this behavior in the past, right? he thinks on it as he pulls the front of the hoodie over his pretty dick... maybe it’s a come-to situation, an idea he thinks is good now until you’re in front of him – and then he’ll hope this giant hoodie of yours would grow a consciousness and swallow him up where he lay.

does it even matter, a voice in his head overtakes the discussion of his mind, you’re already doing it, and you’re not gonna stop. he turns his cheek into your pillow, a blush flaring across his face because it’s true... he’s sweetly rubbing the head of his dick through the hoodie, pre-cum wetting the fabric.

instead of thinking too hard, he slips a hand up his chest, using barely-there touches across his skin to make himself shiver — a test of his self-control through teasing… you know, like you would.

and he’s always a good boy, he thinks, so it’s no challenge… even if he’s already panting something pretty, body twitching like he’s new at this. his eyes flutter shut as he grabs his dick with a sweater paw and plays with the head and it feels so good that he stuffs his fingers into his mouth, reaching as far back as he can until he gags. he thumbs just under the tip of his dick and fills the room with muffled moaning as he colors his imagination with the taste of your fingers covered in his cum. “you’re so messy,” you’d say, “be good and clean up.” the thought is enough to make him give up on little tugs and jerks or cute sweater paws, and he fucks into his bare hand instead because maybe he wants to feel so good that drool drips from his fingers, tears well in his eyes, and enough pre-cum leaks from his dick that you call him cute and wet.

and then you’re in the doorway, surprised like always and a little happy. but he’s lost in himself, paying attention to his body and paying you no mind. “you’re like a bunny,” you say, and he gasps, spitting his fingers out and shyly… barely… covering his dick with a glistening hand. dewy eyes divert their sweet gaze, his face filling with shame as each second passes. “go on,” is all you have to say to quell him. he still can’t spare you a glance, but his fingers return to play with himself, heart beating hard in his chest at the approval… and the prospect of you as his audience. it makes his blood run hot.

“it’s a little bold,” you say, nonchalantly dropping your belongings at the door before settling on your knees by the bed, “right?” he breathes a cute noise of confusion between his little pants, chest rising and falling fast like a scared bird. “this is my bed,” you say, and he shuts his eyes tight, embarrassed. “and those are my clothes,” you go on, pulling the hem of your hoodie up and grimacing at the wetness he left in the fabric only to push it up to his chin and shove it into his mouth. he sucks on his new gag, pressing his thighs together and squeezing the base of his dick hard, trying not to cum as his eyes open to lock with yours, but it’s a little too late. your stupid smile makes him moan through it, eyes hazy and dumb as cum covers his fingers and drips onto his stomach. “aw, good job,” you coo, squishing his cheeks and he hates it (he loves it). “but are you done? i just got here.”

“do whatever you want to me,” he says. and he means it.

#i dnt mean to end up writing whole fics it jst happens TT #*starts killing people * #masturbation.👾 #xiao <3

[blueprint-han]

desert rose — yang jeongin.

↪ “ Because love and a red rose could never be truly hid. ”

— “ You’d have never thought that one incident would’ve enlightened you of how much in love you were with your childhood best friend, but it turns out to be more of a problem when you’re threatened with a life-ending disease with no cure whatsoever. Or so you thought. ”

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: hanahaki au; fluff, angst with a happy ending.

⇥ warnings: hanahaki disease, mentions of blood (not very graphic but enough that it’s tagged), lots of angst, also in this world the hanahaki surgery isn’t discovered yet, because it’s a fairly recent discovery, also y/n’s dad is nowhere mentioned in this fic idk take it as you like but i imagined him to pass away when y/n was 12 for some reason :((, please do not read if you triggered by topics of death or blood or disease! These themes will be prevalent though not in super explicit detail, they are still there. If I missed a warning, let me know. <3

word count: 11.09 K

type: long one-shot.

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not represent the activities of the real Yang Jeongin, nor is associated with JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

part of: the @bystay​ skznta event, written for @stayndays​ !!

song: inspired from Desert Rose by Lolo Zouaï <3 No relation to the fic but it did inspire the ~vibes~.

↯ note: I’m gonna be honest this tired me out so much that I’m glad I finished it, it took me longer than I expected and it got longer than I expected, but nonetheless, here you go shayna! Hi!! It’s me! Your secret santa! Sorry I couldn’t send you that many asks because my uni is a bitch™, and I wish I could’ve made this better, but I guess this will have to do for now. I hope you like it, and I loved being your santa! 🥺 I hope we can interact more in the future, and this isn’t edited so pls go easy on me （＞人＜；）eiury2y4er okay happy reading! <3 love you shayna! <3 I wish I could give this more editing time :( but... i hope u still like it!  ⇥ dawn.☀️

Jeongin’s eyes are really pretty.

The first time you'd made this miniscule observation was during your summer vacation road trip when the sun shined a tad bit overly bright, and Jeongin’s umbrella had a hole in it. The exact details of how it ended up torn don’t matter, but the way Jeongin’s eyes seemed to shimmer in the harsh noon sun almost made it seem worth it.

You remember it clearly — He’d smiled brightly when his eyes met yours, eyes crinkling into tiny little half-moons before his expression turned neutral. At that moment, you were lost into the abyss that was his midnight black orbs. They seemed to hold glimmering stars in them, ones that outshone the specks of white in the night sky.

Looking back, you didn’t think of it much, opting to shake your head off it’s daze before running to where Jeongin stood, throwing a bottle of water into his backpack and laughing at some corny jokes the rest of the group cracked.

Jeongin was a friend — a good friend. In fact, you could call him your best friend, though it had never been verbalized. You couldn’t remember exactly when or how you’d gotten closer to him — it just happened, like everything important in this world did. Like how Jeongin says “It was fate, Y/N, fate” in that old-man-philosopher voice to get you to laugh (Of course it would never work, but you’d still laugh, because anything to see him give you that bright, toothy grin and that little scrunch of his nose in acknowledgement).

The memory of how it all started  is as clear as the sky, as pure as the pigment of a rose.

“Don’t stray too far away, alright? Meet me back here in two hours.” The instructor screams, and all the students chime in with a collective “Yes, ma’am!”. 

 “Good, now go collect your flowers.”

A flower-picking expedition isn’t a common event in a school field trip, at least in your school. You’re more used to the normal visits to the ice cream factory, or the butterfly park (which, to be fair, had some pretty flowers, if only you could pick them) or another affiliated school. Nevertheless, you don’t complain, because the prospect of your school giving you a chance to collect all the pretty flowers you could spot here had you on top of the clouds.

You’re allowed to go alone or in groups of two, and of course, Jeongin has you by the arm the moment your teacher had screamed “Disperse!” at the top of her lungs (P.E teachers had a thing for screaming, apparently). Ignoring the teasing glances the other boys made towards the both of you, you set sail on your path, scanning all the bushes for any wild and unique flowers you could find.

“Oh look, there’s one!” You pointed out after a good four-minute-walk, almost stumbling in your one-inch-too-tight-shoes and ignoring Jeongin’s giggle at your antics. You beckoned him over to where you were standing and he obliged, tucking his sweater paws into his pockets before walking over to where you were staring at the pretty flower.

So, flowers. They’d always fascinated you. You’d developed said fascination ever since you were six. Something about the sheer way the petals were arranged, the various ranges of coloring — vivid, gradient, muted — the beauty of something so delicate and intricate always drew you in. You found yourself examining a flower for hours, and surprisingly, you never grew tired of it. They’d helped you through a lot when you felt particularly down, too. Perfect distraction — snuggling against Jeongin’s arm and playing with the flower he’d always pick out for every visit, surrounded by calming; almost numbing silence along with the sound of his steady breathing, maybe sometimes his heartbeat too when he’d get overly affectionate. Flowers in a way, in every way, were your escape. You loved them. 

“Hmmm.” Jeongin hummed over the sounds of the leaves susurrating and rustling on the ground, the wind enveloping you like a cold, yet oddly comfortable blanket. He fixed his round glasses over his nose, quickly flipping through his encyclopedia. No one really questioned him as to why he carried it wherever he went — but just like you, he had a vivid fascination for flowers too. It was something the both of you fit like a glove on, and you were beyond grateful to meet someone who could click with you so well.

“This is wolfsbane, we can’t pick it.” He said, shaking his head. “It’s poisonous, the whole plant is.”

“Oh…” You pouted, staring at the flower once more. You took in the sight of lush, violet petals, the way they wrapped around the centre and had almost no smell.

“Hey.” He touched your hand worriedly. “You didn’t touch them, right?”

“No, I didn’t. I know better than to touch plants without knowing what they are.”

“Good.” There you could see it again. That lovely, bright smile, one more of relief this time. When you looked into his eyes, you seemed lost — you could capture every flutter of his lashes against his cheeks, count every lustrous star that was laid in his eyes. “That’s good, the poison can be absorbed easily through your skin.”

“Yeah.” You let yourself smile at him, hands dropping down to fiddle with the hem of your frock. 

“Come on, I wanna get some shots for my book. Plus some flowers.” Pulling at your hand, he led you amidst the varying degrees of green and the damp smell of grass for a good distance, before halting in front of a bush. You knew what he’s referencing to by ‘shots’. The camera that hangs around his back, ready to immortalize the memory into his SD card, or rather make a polaroid (or a painting, if he’s being artistic) and tape it to his notebook along with the pressed flower.

“Look!”

Trip a step back, and you yelp at the sudden intrusion to your pace, pouting at Jeongin before looking in the direction he had his eyes fixated on. “Roses.” You giggle, kneeling in front of the bush and hissing when you feel the damp coldness of the grassy floor seep into your knees. “They’re pretty.” 

You can barely hear the sound of students walking past you — the moment seems almost captivating — nothing heard, nothing felt except the whirring of the wind, and the fresh smell of various plants mixed together, it carries.

This part of the garden seems particularly shady and cool, and some of the roses haven’t bloomed yet. A few rosebuds, a few half-bloomed roses, and two fully bloomed, deep red roses, sitting nicely against the green foliage.

Jeongin kneels before you, and you turn to smile at him, chortling at the way his glasses are about to fall over his nose again. You ruffle his black hair gently before fixing the glasses up his nose. 

“You might wanna get a chain attached to that thing. You know those strings that go around your neck and to your glasses to hold them in place?”

Jeongin chuckles. “It’s alright. I don’t like my glasses anyways.”

“Whyyy…?” You whine, poking his arm playfully before directing your focus back on the rose. “You look so adorable with them.”

Your friend feels a smile tug at his lips, leaning in to pinch your cheeks lightly. “You’re adorable.” He says, before focusing on the rose, (thankfully) oblivious to the way your cheeks feel warm after his action.

“Here, let me pick them out and then we can press them into our journals.” Yes. The both of you have matching journals, owing to your near obsession with flowers. You oft share them with each other and get fascinated by how the other views the flower, how they delicately craft words into how the little gift of nature meant to them. It’s a heartwarming tradition — one of the main reasons you follow it till date. 

Jeongin pulls out a pair of scissors from his satchel, and albeit with a lot of force (and the adorable nose scrunch™, manages to cut off a decent amount of stem with the fully bloomed flower, carefully bringing it to his nose to smell it before doing the same to the other one. And all the while, you silently watch.

“Here, this one is more fresh.” It’s so surprising how he can just say that by looking at the flower. Then again, you know him better than anyone, so it’s not surprising at all. He looks at you with dreamy, fluttering eyes and that precious smile on his face, his hair falling perfectly on his forehead. You want to reach out and fix the stray hairs back into position, but you hold back, swallowing the lump in your throat when you look into his pretty, pretty eyes. Trying your damnedest to not get mesmerized, lost in them once again.

It doesn’t seem like a very, very special moment. And to you at that time, it wasn’t special. You simply ignored the heat that crept up your face at his silent gesture, nodding sporadically and ignoring the way you tensed up more when your fingers touched, barely.

Your heart suddenly thumped against your chest with renewed vigour, and you could tell Jeongin was close to noticing it too. 

“T-thank you, that's very sweet.” Fixing the frills of your frock, you smooth them over before looking further and deeper into the garden.

“Lend me a hand, please.”

You once again, ignore the way your heart flutters at his statement, silently extending your hand and covering up your sudden emotion with a smile. His hand feels soft, warm in your hold, fingertips slightly rough from when he used to play the violin. You like it, though.

“Here.” He places the rose carefully in your palm, making sure no thorns prick the delicate skin of your palm, and you can’t help but smile at the tiny reassurance. A nod of approval and you tuck the flower away neatly into your satchel, almost like a valuable present he’d given you, oblivious to the way Jeongin’s eyes twinkled at your action, his smile beaming.

My god, who would’ve known this flower could’ve brought you so, so much trouble?

It had started simple, almost unnoticeable. Just little glances towards Jeongin when he’d come over to watch a movie, getting lost in the way his hair looked exceptionally soft to touch, silently drifting off into space as you admired him from the backseat during class — sure, you were supposed to be focusing on the lesson and taking notes, but something about the way the rim of Jeongin’s sunglasses caught the sunlight and created a lens flare effect was breathtaking to watch.

That, combined with his beauty, his personality. It was too much, too much to handle.

You found yourself waiting to get a glimpse of him, even a tiny glance of his smile would be enough to make your day — to make your heart flutter. 

He was pretty.

You suppose it’s because being Jeongin’s best friend meant you already knew about the kind and empathetic man he was — but for the love of god, you could not stop your heart from fluttering when you heard his name, let alone looked at him and his mind-numbingly pretty smile, his dazzling eyes that always seemed to keep you off the ground.

Oh my, was this love?

You didn’t believe it. You didn’t agree, couldn’t accept that this was love. Maybe it was just your way of showing appreciation for him, for everything he’d done for you? Yes. That was probably it. 

Love wasn’t something you’d experienced — how could you jump to the conclusion? 

But you couldn’t pin the feeling you were feeling to another word — though you were desperate. The way your heart beat faster around him, the way you started noticing all the tiny details that made you fall for him even more, and for what? Just because he happened to give you a fresher, more lusciously colored rose after choosing them on his own? 

Jeongin had noticed it too — it was hard not to when you’d start fiddling with your thumbs, twirling your hair, and the way heat would rush to your face when he did as little as smile at you — you’d fallen for him — and while he was ever-the-oblivious to realise the implications of your actions, he did know that something was wrong.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Jeongin asks rather dully, seeming kind of worried about your current state. You’re resting your head against his lap, but Jeongin can feel the warmth of your cheek through the thin material of his shorts — and not the regular kind. The kind of heat one would radiate when they’d either been overly flustered. Or possibly a fever.

He rests a single palm against your cheek and your eyes flutter shut, and there it is again. The butterflies in your stomach, the fuzzies in your head, and the tingling that shot up to your fingertips. “Are you sick? Is that why you’re oddly quiet today? You haven’t said or eaten anything.”

“Ah, no, I’m alright.” You try to hide the dizziness in your voice, snuggling in his hold before fluttering your eyes close. Thankfully, Jeongin doesn’t question it. 

“Alright, we won’t talk about it if you don’t want to.” Even though you aren’t facing him right now, you can feel him smile in melancholy. 

“Hey Y/N?” 

“Yes?”

“You know I’m here for you, right?”

Oh, you knew.

Sometimes you wish you didn’t — maybe that would’ve prevented it from ending this way.

It’s such a common scenario — in movies, in books, in media. Two best friends falling in love with each other, confessing their love in the warm and intimate setting of the night sky, over gentle touches and lingering kisses. You’ve always had an attachment to those kinds of movies or books — because for you, that kind of love was special in it’s own way.

Those little ways the lead characters had of showing each other their undying love, those subtle acts were so special, so special in their own way. Those books had shown you how heartwarming, how vulnerable yet rigid, strong that relationship could be. It was such a pretty world to explore, to fantasize. You kind of felt that you and Jeongin were the protagonists of those books, those movies.

Except, you had no happy ending.

The books failed to show how painful it was to swallow, to digest the fact that you could be nothing more than friends. Sure, there had been some moments where the main leads would be sad, but it was nothing compared to this, this suffocation in your chest that slowly built up, day by day, minute by minute, second by second.

It was hard.

The first prick in your chest hadn’t been entirely painful. It was barely noticeable even. Simply a tiny jolt of pain when you bent forward to grab your books from your locker. It had only been a slight jab, like when you’d accidentally poke yourself in the rib with the edge of your hardcover diary while picking it up. Nothing too hard.

Then came the slight feeling of breathlessness. You found yourself unable to run a full round in P.E (when you could easily do so beforehand), having to stop in between to catch your breath. You figured it could’ve been your dust allergy because the P.E room wasn’t cleaned that often, so it made sense. Somewhat. Still sceptical, but nonetheless, you covered up your random outbursts of coughs with any and every excuse you could find when your parents questioned you about it.

It was hard, but you figured it was just a matter of winter passing by, and soon you’d be alright.

Would you, though? You couldn’t bring yourself to accept that there was in fact something wrong happening to you, pushing behind that feeling of paranoia every time with a smile on your face and a hold of your breath, wishing for the pain to ebb away.

Who would’ve thought that a sudden infatuation would have led to your demise?

Jeongin can hear the noises.

Those loud, dragged out wisps of air that you borderline struggle to take in and expel out, Jeongin can hear them.

He can feel your struggle. It’s not easy for him to look at you like this, curled up into a ball and ignoring the rampant burn in your chest. The movie isn’t even the main focus right now. Jeongin has something to say, and he’s had enough of watching you struggle. He’s rather here to persuade you to go to the fucking doctor, and get some sort of diagnosis instead of beating around the bush.

Strange. Jeongin feels oddly affectionate today, when usually you’re the one to initiate such gestures. All he wants to do is pull you into his arms and rock you back and forth until you fall asleep, because you seriously seem like you need it.

“Y/N,” he calls, watching you lift your head up from where it’s rested against your knees. You don’t reply, because right now, your throat seems like a barren desert and all you can seem to let out is a croak.

Jeongin sighs and rolls his eyes as if in deep thought, turning on the couch to face you before touching the tops of your cheeks with his hands — they seem overly feverous. 

“What’s going on?” He asks sternly.

“What d-do you mean?” You manage to get out, feeling your chest hurt more and more with each syllable that leaves past your lips in a croaked voice. It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing your chest with the sharp edge of the knife, the burn in your throat and lungs getting too much to handle. You can’t even tear your focus from the fiery sensation to revel in the feeling of Jeongin’s soft palms cupping your cheeks.

“Y/N, you’ve been acting weird ever since the expedition.” Worry is laced throughout his tone, mixed in with a dash of sorrow to give rise to the most heartbreaking sound you’ve ever heard. Though you know otherwise, it almost seems as though Jeongin is disappointed in you.

“You’ve been getting more and more sick—” he raises a hand to stop you from contradicting his statement. You only look at him with mellow eyes, knowing that what he says is right. You’ve been ignoring your health for too long. 

You can’t help it, either. While you have an inkling of what might’ve happened, you’re too stubborn to accept it, let along your unrequited love for your best friend, who seems ever-the-oblivious.

“—and you can’t tell me it’s the winter allergy, love. I know you more than that to believe it.”

Shaking your head in dismay, you turn around to get up. You can’t be having this conversation right now, not with the faintest taste of blood lingering at the edge of your throat — you can’t be showing yourself like this in front of him — broken down, vulnerable, confused of your own feelings, having no idea of what you should be doing.

Your mother had pointed it out too, at this point. They suggested going to the doctor, and you outright refused. You didn’t want your suspicion to come to life. It couldn’t- it couldn’t be this way-

“Y/N!”

Jeongin grabs your hands to stop you in your position and turns you around.

And that’s a wrong move.

Your whole chest tightens, and the thorns that stab against your chest has never been more painful. You cry out loudly, only causing them to dig deeper into your skin and almost bleed. Jeongin’s eyes widen in shock at your sudden, unexpected reaction and only tightens his grasp on your hands.

Which again, is a very wrong move, because the following bouts of coughs that take over you shake you up from the core. Jeongin feels blanked out looking at how much you’re suffering right now, so much that he doesn’t feel the wet, yet light flutter on the back of his hand.

When Jeongin snaps back in from his momentary daze, he’s borderline horrified.

He’s convinced, completely certain that there’s nothing more terrifying, heartbreaking, scarring — he could go on and on — than what he just saw. He can almost feel his heart break into a million tiny shards, but he knows that it’s nowhere equivalent to the pain you’re going through.

Well, looks like your suspicion did come to life.

Because what Jeongin sees is, gah, he feels horrified. There’s blood dripping down your lip, staining the skin below garnet red. Your eyes are tinted pinkish-red too, most likely from the exertion that came along with the horrendous amount of coughs that took over you.

Red, red everywhere. Jeongin had previously thought of red as one of the most beautiful, and most interesting colors ever — a symbolism of love, nothing but the pure love he felt towards you.

But now, all he could think of was how much he was tormented by the mere sight of the color.

When his eyes, still blown wide in shock, trail down to his lap, the mere sight of what’s littered on it leaves him in tears.

Red petals, everywhere. All over the back of his hands, all over your lap, all over his lap.

Jeongin could probably spend ages, ages sobbing and whimpering about the sheer pain the sight in front of him brought. It tormented him beyond imagination. This should be a dream — Jeongin wants to wake up any second now, anywhere, in your lap, in his own bed, just anything to save his heart from seeing you this way.

Yet when you cough again, the pain in his heart tells otherwise.

“Y/N!” He chokes out a cry, and from there, he acts quick. He could cry about this later — he needs to find you some help, and now. 

You feel numb. As numb as you possibly can when you see the tears in Jeongin’s eyes, though your sight is clouded by your own tears. You’re numb to the blood dripping down your chin and pooling in your lap, you’re numb to the feeling of those bloody petals littered all over the couch. 

“We need to get you to the hospital, quick.” He gets up, wiping his eyes that are surprisingly, surprisingly overflowing with tears. You barely feel the handkerchief quickly wiping against your mouth, causing you to snap from your trance and look at him. The numbness doesn’t fade yet.

You doubt it ever will.

You’re not sure that the events after the incident go super quickly or as slow as a snail, and you’re not in any state to care about it either. Jeongin had called your mother when he drove you to the hospital — albeit over the sound of your repetitive and raucous coughs — and now your mom’s standing next to him outside, nervously prancing back and forth as he waits for the doctors to come out.

The hospital corridor is moderately lit — perfect setting for Jeongin’s mood right now. There’s no sound except for the occasional encounter when a nurse or doctor happens to walk past them. The hanahaki treatment section of the hospital isn’t the most crowded place — surprisingly enough, the doctors had immediately known what had happened to you.

Your mother can’t bring herself to thank Jeongin for dragging you to the hospital — she’s too paranoid. Your daughter coughing up blood and — Jeongin hadn’t mentioned it to her — flower petals over a movie night isn't the best news you’d want to receive when her friend calls you; so Jeongin understands why your mother is overly quiet.

He doesn’t try to reassure her either. It’s hard to do so when she’s gonna find out her daughter houses a wedding bouquet in her chest — and Jeongin isn’t that oblivious to not know what’s going on, especially standing in the hanahaki department of the clinic. His mother, not so much. All she can do is silently sob and mutter prayers repeatedly, hoping her daughter would be alright. Jeongin feels his heart break more when he sees your mom like this, and he knows he’s not gonna last at this rate, when he’s allowed to enter your room.

At this point, he can’t get past his own brain screaming a million different things at the same time, none of them coherent enough to make sense. He’s a mess right now — red eyes puffy and swollen, hair completely disheveled and half of his sweatshirt hanging out of where it was  neatly tucked in.

Two hands at his heart, and that’s when he notices the red rose petal stuck to the back of his hand, probably from when you’d coughed all over it. It’s fairly large in size — Jeongin examines it, in a slightly successful attempt at trying to distract from the feeling of anxiety that builds up inside bit by bit. It’s a deep, dark red color, exactly like the rose he’d given you that day, at the trip.

The boy sighs to himself before pulling the petal off his hand, eyes widening when the blood underneath it tints the skin it runs across. 

That’s when a lump forms in his throat, but he isn’t given time to cry, because soon enough, the sound of a door opening clicks through his ears, and Jeongin’s head snaps up.

He can see you from where he’s standing, and his whole world freezes in front of his eyes.

The flowers inside your chest had grown moderately large — that’s what the doctor said, at least. You’d been hiding your disease for two months, and it wasn’t until the end that Jeongin caught on — you’d been too stubborn to accept your fate. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end, after all. 

You couldn’t accept it then, but you did now. Did it seriously make a difference?

Jeongin had seen your scan, and what he saw would’ve truly been pretty, if not for the fact that these flowers could be the cause for your imminent death. The roses had almost fully bloomed — and the thorns were pricklier than ever. Jeongin could almost feel them stab against his skin, and he didn’t even have the disease. It was confusing — things were too confusing right now.

You couldn’t speak much, the painkillers you were on were making you drowsy and causing you to quickly fall asleep. Even if you weren’t asleep, it wouldn’t have made a difference.

Numbness ran through your veins. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything after what had happened.

Jeongin and your mother hadn’t spoken to you after the doctor had shown them your scan, and they preferred to not break the news to you either, figuring that you were pretty shaken up from the incident already.

The doctor said he could give you two weeks before the flowers filled your lungs completely and blocked your throat.

And Jeongin is devastated.

When the effect of your painkillers wear off and you open your eyes, you feel a soft sensation brushing against your thumb, slowly turning to look at your best friend — tears streaked all over his face, eyes ridden with dark circles and red and puffy, his voice sounded nasal as he silently cried, eyesight focused on the floor.

“J-Jeongin…?” You mumble past your oxygen mask, surprisingly not noticing it’s presence until right now,

He perks up at the painful call, lifting his head to gaze into your eyes. He looks worse than you look right now, if you’re to be honest. You doubt he’s even brushed his teeth or had breakfast. The hospital room is pretty dim just like the exterior, but the sunlight coming from the open window is enough to light up the whole room, enough to at least see your friend’s features clearly.

“You’re awake.” he says as a matter-of-fact and you nod, gently taking off the contraption placed against your nose. Jeongin flinches like he wants to stop you. But then freezes when you try to slowly get up.

Turns out that’s a wrong move, because you can soon feel the thorns of the garden you have in your lungs prick against your skin, making you gasp and shriek in agony. Jeongin jerks up and places a hand on your back, and the other across your stomach — and gently maneuvers you into an awkward but comfortable position, before lifting the top of the bed into a reclining position before laying you down onto it.

“Careful, love.”

Your chest tightens at the actions once again, yet you try not to cough like you did the last time. Surprisingly biting on your tongue works to rid the feeling of suffocation, or at least distracts from it.

“Where’s m-mom?”

“She went to pick up some of your essentials, plus a few clothes.”

“D-did she eat? Did you eat?”

Jeongin smiles at your concern. It’s something he’s found endearing about you — how you always seem to put others first, even though you’re in a worse situation. Though the habit isn’t healthy, Jeongin can’t seem to get over how thoughtful one would have to be to act that way all the time. You’re so innocent, so kind — you’re one of a kind, at least for him.

“What?” You chuckle, noticing Jeongin’s lingering stare on you.

Your friend only beams, taking your hand in his once again. “I forced her to eat something because of her medication, so you don’t have to worry. I ate along with her too, though the canteen’s food doesn’t taste that well.” 

A soft giggle leaves your lips and quickly morphs into a set of coughs, more petals fluttering all over your lap and hands. When Jeongin stands up to call a doctor, you lift a hand to stop him, gesturing for him to sit down.

It isn’t as intense as the first time, but there’s still a tiny bit of blood dripping from the corner of your mouth, which Jeongin quickly goes to wipe off with his thumb. You flinch at the warm touch, sighing to yourself before dropping your gaze to your lap.

“So…” You start. “What did the doctor say?”

“What?”

Jeongin seems visibly tense at your question, kind of like he was dreading it. Which he was. He knows enough about this to know that patients usually don’t like knowing, and in fact can be traumatised by knowing that their apparent death would be in two weeks.

Jeongin in fact has no idea how he’s so calm. He should be sobbing, trashing, looking for a way to hold you back. He shouldn’t be so calm.

He figures he’s just accepted fate. He’s relishing what could be his last moments with you.

You don’t reply, and Jeongin knows he’ll have to make something up.

“They said it’s just a regular allerg-”

“Jeongin.”

The boy freezes.

“Don’t lie to me.” Your voice is laid with so much pain, Jeongin wants to reach out and crush every problem you have into his fist. He wants all your sorrow and worry to dissolve, and right now, he just feels helpless. He feels powerless.

“How many days do I have left?” You ask, sniffling before wiping your tears away. “Just tell me already, Jeongin-”

Jeongin’s grip tightens against your hand as he whispers — “Two weeks.” 

The words are only let out as a soft mumble, as though Jeongin himself is questioning the statement the doctors put forth. Really, in two weeks? Would you really be gone? Would he seriously never see more of your smiles, your loving gaze, those times when you’d get overly shy of his compliments, those times when you’d silently smile at him from afar?

Was this the end?

“Two weeks.” You repeat. Your voice honestly sounds like a croaking frog, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“Hey Y/N…?” Jeongin hesitantly calls.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?” He puts his other hand on yours. “Two questions, actually.”

“Mhm?”

“This disease you have… hana-”

“Hanahaki.”

“Yeah, that.” A hand runs against the back of his neck and he continues. “Be honest, did you know that- that you had this disease before I found out?”

“Jeongin…” You’re about to shake your head, but then you remember the deadline. The deadline by which, you’re no longer going to be here, no longer going to be able to cuddle Jeongin during movie dates, no longer be able to even look at him from afar, or close for that matter. In other words, you didn’t want to end your days with him based on a lie.

Therefore you sigh, breathing out a ‘yes’ as your shoulders droop down.

You can hear Jeongin’s shaky sigh too.

“W-why?” He clenches your hand tightly, sadness mixing in with what you can only call disappointment. “How could you be so selfish?”

It's too late to take back those words now.

“Wh-what?” You raise your eyebrows, feeling scared at his sudden question. “Jeongin, I wanted to be sure-”

Oh who are you kidding? Jeongin and you both know that you’d hidden it because you didn’t want to accept it. It’s too late to change that now.

And Jeongin seems to know that too.

“Don’t- Y/N.” His breath morphs into sharp inhales, as though he’s downright angry at your actions — you know he has every reason to be — still, it doesn’t ease the pain in your heart. Or maybe that’s just the flowers.

“Do you think this is a joke?” His sobs grow louder in fervour, and you feel yourself break at the sight. The room is so, so quiet that you can hear his faint mumbles. You can hear the cries his heart screams in agony, letting you go is painful for him. The thought, rather the sound, only makes the plant in your heart grow further.

“Y/N- did you not think of your mother? Of me? Did you not think of what would have happened if you left us? You think it’s gonna be easy on the both of us? On everyone?” His gaze stern and his voice stable, you don’t get affected by his words, but you do understand what he means — and maybe wish that you could’ve reversed your actions.

“How could you, Y/N?” He gets up from where he’s seated beside your hospital bed. “How could you think that this would be the most appropriate action?”

Jeongin knows he’s angry. Jeongin knows you’re going through a lot. But he’s too.

He’s not angry at you, not at himself, but fate. He’s mad that this is your fate, that you have to go away so soon. He’s mad that he can’t do anything to help you, in any manner.

You don’t say a word, which only causes Jeongin to sigh — disappointedly, again — and walk to where his coat is hung against the edge of his bed, picking it off and pulling it over him in a hurry. Every cell in you wants to scream at him, apologize for what you did, but your voice feels small, almost like you can’t force it out of your throat.

He goes towards the door that leads to the corridor, stopping for a second before turning to look at you.

“Are you gonna tell me, at least, who this person is?”

“W-what?” Things are too confusing right now.

“Hanahaki comes with unrequited love, Y/N. Are you gonna tell me who didn’t return your love?”

“You didn’t” You want to say. But then again, you stay quiet, not being able to handle the intensity of the moment.

Jeongin wants for two seconds, then sighs and shakes his head. “Whatever, I guess.”

And then he leaves.

In the next week, your health goes down drastically. More of petals expelled out of your lungs, more blood dripping from between your lips, more of your mother’s horrified expression as she runs away from the room while the doctors tend to your coughs. More sobs from your mother when she thinks you’re asleep, more melancholic smiles when you’re awake.

But you feel so empty.

Every piece of you feels like it’s being ripped apart. You can’t even sit up without someone’s help, of such intensity is the pain. The pain of knowing that your love would never be returned. 

The pain of knowing that you hurt the person you loved truly.

You were put on your oxygen mask 24/7, and instructed to not take it off whatsoever. Your medication stopped taking it’s usual effect, and if anyone saw you the way you were outside the current circumstances, they’d have assumed that you haven't slept for 8 days and were going to crumble into the earth any second.

“Honey?”

You gasp at the sudden intrusion to your thoughts, turning around to see your mother, sitting next to you and holding your hand with her own. You hum as a response, clearly unable to respond more than a mere mumble.

“Did you and Jeongin fight?”

A pang of guilt floods through your nerves at the mention of your friend’s name. He’d come to visit you only once in the past week. Perhaps even he couldn’t handle the fact that your death certificate was ready to be signed soon, and was trying to not be tormented by the fact. Or perhaps he was just angry.

“W-why?” You croak.

“I convinced him to come stay here while I go pick up a fresh change of clothes, but it took me quite a bit of arguing.”

You feel sad for her. She’s clearly paranoid — you can hear it in her voice, the shake lingers throughout. Yet she holds it in, trying not to let you worry about it.

You don’t answer her question. The last thing you need is for her to get mad at you too, though you doubt it. Your mom has never been the kind to yell at you for anything — provided, you’ve never given her a reason either.

“Do you think he’s mad because I didn’t tell him about the person who didn’t return m-my l-lo-ve…?” your throat goes dry towards the end and your mother quickly hands you a glass of water. You chug it down and sigh in relief, breath still short.

“Is that person him?” Your mother questions with her gentle, soothing voice one that can make you relax on the first listen. There’s no use lying to her, you figure. She knows you too well to do that, plus, like you said, you couldn’t bring yourself to end your days with her on a lie.

“Yeah…”

“Oh sweetheart,” She brushes some of your hair off your face, sitting down again before drumming her fingers against the back of your hand gently. “I don’t think he could be mad at you.”

“But he is. Didn’t y-you see? He didn’t bother to meet me as much after our argument. He’c c-clearly mad.”

“Hmmm,” Your mother ponders. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. I have known him for a while, dear. He’s been with you for more than five years. Maybe he’s having trouble taking this in? Just like…” Your mother stops after that, but you know the completion.

Just like her.

“I’m sorry, mom.”

You simply don’t get it. You should be scared. You should be sad and devastated that your end was going to come soon.  You should be thrashing around and crying and wailing in despair — you just don’t have  the energy to even bother about your end. It’s depressing, but you know there’s no way you could avoid the inevitable, or get your lover to return your love.

Love wasn’t supposed to be something forced, it had to happen naturally. And if Jeongin didn’t develop it naturally, you just had to learn to live with it. Or not.

“Don’t be, darling. Everyone deserves to love, just like how they deserve it back. I wish it could’ve ended differently.”

“It’s alright mom. He loves me too… just not on the way I love him.”

You sniffle as a single tear runs down your chin, though you and your mom aren’t given enough time to speak more when you hear a familiar voice at the door. 

“Hey Mrs. L/N.” Jeongin says, shrugging off his half snow-covered coat before hanging it onto the bedside. Did he seriously walk in the snow? All the way here?

“Hello, Jeongin dear.” Your mother stands up, picking her coat before moving to fish the car keys from her purse. “Thank you for watching over Y/N while I’m gone, darling.”

“It’s no problem, Mrs. L/N.”

“Oh, so formal.” Your mom chuckles, though in her despaired state. “Y/N, you get some sleep, it’s about midnight dear.” She leans over to kiss your forehead while Jeongin excuses himself to the washroom, and you nod. 

“Good night mom.”

“Good night, and don’t worry about him. He’ll talk to you eventually.”

Oh, how reassuring. “Mhm.” You smile, closing your eyes to drift into slumber before Jeongin returns, because the last thing you need right now is to feel sad and cry over how you’d hurt him.

By the time the sound of the door clicking resounds through the space, you’re already asleep.

 It’s way past midnight. Jeongin shouldn’t be up. 

Somehow, he still finds himself seated next to your bed, staring fondly at your calm features as you finally get the rest you’ve needed for the past few days. 

Oh, he wouldn’t be able to compare your sheer beauty to even that of the moon; even when you’re in such a fragile and vulnerable state. Your eyelashes are still and unmoving where they sit against your skin, your breath is calm and slightly wavering as you struggle to breathe slightly. 

His hand slips into your own gently, and his heart melts when you shift, tightening your grasp on his warm skin before falling into a slumber again.

Why was he mad in the first place? Jeongin feels dumb for acting so quickly on his emotions, especially when you’re in a bad place at the moment. He wants to wake you up and apologize, but he can’t, because you’re sound asleep — and that’s a good thing, since seep comes so scarcely to you these days.

Then, a single tear falls from his eyes. His thoughts traverse to the dream he had the previous night — you, cold, dead in his arms. Him, sobbing, trying to wake you up but you’re really gone. He can’t even hear your mother’s cries from behind him, because he’s devastated to know that you’ve left him. The dream had woken him up in a cold sweat — it was then he realised that he’d committed a mistake, and agreed to come visit you, because you had about 5 days left.

His thoughts then traverse to the conversation you had with your mother, while he was standing outside in the cold hospital corridor, curiously listening.

“Is that person him?” “Yeah…”

When he heard those words, countess, infinite thoughts crashed at his head; all at once. Nothing made any sense. The reality of the situation was dawning on him too quickly, and Jeongin was having a hard time processing it. 

You loved him? He was the person who didn’t return your love?

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” He mumbles in confusion — so much confusion, so much hurt — he wanted time to just stop for awhile and give him a fair chance to analyze the situation.

But, once all the initial thoughts were out of the way, only one question remained:

Was he the reason you were going to die?

Jeongin felt like a murderer — like he’d just stabbed you in cold blood. He knows it is’t like that — just like you’d said, love should come natural. So why did Jeongin feel so bad? WHy did he feel like he was the one at fault?

A fond smile crosses his lips when he remembers the book where you keep all your flowers safely. Who would have thought your fondness for flowers would morph into the reason for your demise?

Quiet, hushed in the midnight wind, Jeongin gently brings out the rose he’d picked from his satchel. It’s almost relieving to see a rose in it’s true glory, without scattered petals or blood covering the flower. A part of him grows sad that you won’t be able to gush over flowers together anymore, he won’t be able to see your smile anymore. It hurts him. It stabs his heart over and over again, and Jeongin is pained — almost like he’s being put to death slowly — he wants the pain to end, but only suffers and suffers.

The stem has already been cut and the thorns have been thrown out. Jeongin leans over to tuck the flower behind your ear, fingers brushing against the almost cold skin at the back of your ear before letting another tear slip from his eye, running down his cheek and falling on your palm.

A strange, oh-so-strange feeling creeps up on him. It’s like… a fluttering in his heart? Jeongin can’t quite place it — heck, he doesn’t try to make sense of it. There are more important things to look at, right now. He suddenly has the urge to pull you into his arms and gently murmur sweet words into your ear — seems odd for a situation like this, but oh well, feelings are feelings.

He pats your hand gently and smiles, before moving to sleep on the smaller bed in front of your own. Not allowed to go far, though, because your grip on his hands tighten almost immediately, and Jeongin tightens to look into your eyes, sparkly and slightly droopy from the intrusion of sleep.

“Y/N, go to-”

“Stay.” You mumble, feeling your voice choke as the petals threaten to spill out for what seems like the millionth time. Yet, you manage to spill out another, “Please?”

Jeongin feels like he’s about to cry. Your expression is so, so hopeful, he can’t bring himself to deny. He wouldn’t in the first place, because who was he to deny what could be his friend’s last wish?

A sob bubbles up his throat, but he swallows it down, smiling with melancholy before following your weak pull on his hand, genty climbing on your bed before slotting himself between you and the steel grill that prevented patients from falling down. He gently tucks his hand under you and pulls you close to himself, tensing up for a second when you wrap an arm around his own, gently rubbing on it before drifting off to sleep. You want to cherish this moment — this could be the last time before you could never see him again. Fuck your medication for making you so drowsy. Or not, because you were certain you would start crying, and that would certainly not end well.

The whole room falls silent for two seconds, and you fall asleep almost immediately. 

And then, Jeongin releases all his tears, and everything comes crashing down on him. He breaks apart.

The world was too cruel to you. He was cruel to you. He can’t believe that in less than a week, you’d be gone. Gone from earth. Flowers had lost all their beauty for him, the moment he saw you coughing them up on that couch during movie night.

He wanted to do anything. He wanted any small sign to show that you would stay with him. He was in so much pain, he couldn’t accept your fate. He wanted to grab your hand and pull you to himself, keep you close, he couldn’t let go, he couldn’t give you up, he couldn’t —

“I love you.” You mumble unconsciously in your sleep, and Jeongin loses it then and there. His throat feels dry as tears flow and flow and don’t cease no matter what. His body shakes like a sobbing child, but thankfully you’re knocked out from the effect of your medication. He hasn’t cried this hard in a while, guess there’s a first time for everything. The three words pierce his heart, and they suddenly hold more meaning than anything — Jeongin wants to hear those words on a loop; he feels strangely ecstatic when you say them.

And so, with a shaky voice and a sorrowful tone, Jeongin replies after pressing a kiss to your forehead — “I-I love you, t-too.”

His eyes flutter shut and he basks in your arms just one last time, holding you close to himself as he finally, finally finds himself at peace, next to you.

When your mother finds you both snuggled up and asleep together, a smile crosses her lips. A hopeful smile.

“Are you ready for your scan, Y/N?”

You feel oddly light today — one would say it’s because your body was close to shutting down completely, but your throat felt a bit, a tiny bit clearer and less barren than a fucking desert. Nevertheless, the scan does make you nervous. This would make clear how long the flowers would take to reach your throat — the doctor’s estimation was about three days, which seemed way too short for Jeongin.

Oh, how embarrassing it was when the nurses, all giggly and mushy-eyed, found you snuggled with Jeongin like a teddy bear at the early hours of the morning, waking you and Jeongin up and only cracking up more at your bewildered expressions when you find yourself tangled with each other.

Before the scan, Jeongin had held your hand softly, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead. You’d shyly smiled, nodding before letting the nurse drag you to the scanning room.

The details of the scan itself aren’t important, it went pretty well — as decent as a scan could possibly go. You’re able to cooperate with your nurses pretty feasibly, you feel the sudden urge to get out of your wheelchair and try walking. Sure, you can still feel the choked feeling in your throat and the burn in your lungs, but somehow, it’s just a tiny bit lesser than usual. Maybe it’s because your painkillers are working more effectively. Maybe.

Jeongin’s waiting for you outside when you’re led out of the room, and he smiles when he sees you.

You don’t even remember what you’d said the previous night. All you remember was passing out while Jeongin was in the washroom, and then waking up to him cuddled up, warm and snug next to you. His features were clear and calm as the ocean on a sunny day, a small smile on his lips, as though he was dreaming about something happy. You hope he did, because that boy deserves the happiness.

“You seem energetic today.” Jeongin says, taking note of your perky demeanour, that only causes you to giggle slightly. 

Sure, you don’t remember the happenings of last night, but he does — and he’d promised himself to cherish every last second. Because in the end, it’s all he can do — for leading you to this state, for getting mad at you and wasting precious time in which he could’ve stayed with you. He’d promised to not let you live your last moment sad and desolated.

“I feel light, for some reason.” You mumble with a broken voice as Jeongin takes the wheelchair from the nurse, listening to what she has to say before bowing and nodding, leading you back to your room.

“What did she say?” You ask, fiddling with your thumbs.

“She said your scan results would come in an hour.” 

“Oh… alright.”

For some reason, you’re too joyous today, after the little surprise you got as soon as your eyes opened. You can’t seem to bother about the end— you want to live in this moment, right now.

When you come back to the room, Jeongin lifts you up bridal style, causing you to gasp before placing you down onto the bed. The nurse waiting there quickly fixes your IV and helps you sit into a comfortable position (though it’s hard when thorns keep pricking at your ribs) before bowing to the both of you, and leaving.

Your mother has once again left to go fix up the house, leaving you in the trust of your best friend. You aren’t complaining though, especially when Jeongin sits down beside your bed, taking your hand in his before playing with your nimble fingers — just like always.

He looks gorgeous today. After a lot of nagging from your mother, he’d used the hospital bathroom to wash his face and comb his hair neatly, and you’re happy about that because he looks fresher and happier than ever. You want him to be smiling and happy, even when you leave, because… did you need a reason? You just wanted him to be happy and content with his life.

The thought invokes an angsty feeling of melancholy, but you brush it away, trying to focus on Jeongin and the silence that drops on the both of you like a warm blanket. You smile softly at him, gently letting go of his hand before tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear, almost melting when Jeongin’s eyes flutter close.

“Hey Jeongin?” You call, grabbing his hand once again and interlacing the fingers together.

“Yeah?”

“When I… leave,” You notice the twitch in his expression, but nonetheless, continue. “Will you bring me flowers every week?” 

You remember the red rose you’d found tucked behind your ear when you woke up — it had dried up a bit, but nonetheless, it was one of the prettiest objects you’d ever seen — even though there was a whole bouquet of them spewing out your mouth every two seconds.

“I will.” Jeongin sniffles. The thought of having to visit your grave every week to bring you flowers is immensely saddening, but Jeongin agrees anyways. He agrees, for you.

It’s the least he can do.

It’s funny how you say “leave”, like you’re going to your hometown for a month-long vacation and not actually like you’re going to be buried any time soon. Jeongin thinks it’s because you don’t want him to get too sad over his loss — a stupid thing to wish — Jeongin knows this loss is going to affect him in more ways than one.

“Jeongin, d-don’t cry…” You cup his cheek, gently brushing your thumb against his cheek and wiping away the tears that fall, one by one. Jeongin shakes his head, placing his palm on your hand and smiling at you.

“Can you do me another favor?”

“As many as you’d like Y/N.” He says. He’ll do anything you want — it’s your last wish after all.

“Bury me with my flower journal, please?” It may seem like a weird claim to bury oneself with a dusty old book, but Jeongin understands the significance — you want to hold onto those memories you made with him while writing it together, while picking flowers together and all those happy moments you exchanged.

Jeongin tries not to let his voice break again. “I will.”

You beam at his acceptance. Jeongin feels the slight thump of his heart against his chest, and a warm feeling envelopes him from inside. He’s suddenly overcome with an urge to press delicate kisses on your eyelids, though he tries to shoo it away, because it isn’t the main point of focus right now.

But soon your mother walks in, and it’s all small talk and deep conversations with her at the same time. You have breakfast, persuade (more like force) Jeongin to scarf down his meal and giggle about some random jokes thrown here and there, until the doctor comes in. Both Jeongin and your mother stand up, bowing and wishing good morning while you do too. Wish, not stand up. You’re basically tied to the bed at this point.

“Mrs L/N, I’d have had a word with you in private, but I think Miss Y/N needs to hear this too.” 

“What is it, doctor?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and Jeongin’s grip on your hand tightens, thumb rubbing over your skin to soothe your obvious tension. The doctor slides the transparent, firm sheet off it’s envelope before letting the sunlight hit the back of it, in order to enable a clearer viewing.

“This is… the most unusual case I’ve ever seen, but —” He points to a junction on the scan. “The flowers have actually reduced in amount, and they've separated from the windpipe by a whole two inches. See?” He points at the edges of the lungs and at the windpipe, but you understand what he means. The flowers are there, no doubt, but it’s almost like — a whole stem of them just disappeared into thin air.

Of course this could’ve been because you coughed them up, but the coughed up flowers go instantly, or so you’ve heard. There’s confusion written on all of your faces right now.

“Is that why I was feeling lighter and easier to breathe today? Because the flowers withered off and gave more space for air?” You ask in your low voice, and your doctor nods.

“Seems like it. Do you have your previous scan?” Your mother hands it to him quickly after a great deal of fishing out of her purse.

He places the earlier scan behind the newer one, and suddenly, you can see what he means. It’s almost like they shrunk — you don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but nonetheless, you’re happy you can breathe a bit more.

“What does this mean, though?” Jeongin asks, bewildered at the strange news. The room is so quiet and the tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, and you can see both your mother and Jeongin waiting for the doctor’s words.

“It means that we’ll take another scan tomorrow, a deeper one. And check if the flowers are actually collecting somewhere else, or just disappearing. And if they are disappearing…” He trails off, and you giggle when Jeongin and your mother lean forward in anticipation, though curious yourself.

“She’ll be home by Christmas. Or even earlier, if the recovery speed is fast.”

“Y-You mean… I can be cured?” Your voice shakes with hope, and the doctor smiles sweetly at you, before nodding.

“Yes dear, you’ll be the first patient who’s walked out of this place cured from hanahaki.”

At that moment, it almost feels like every flower inside your chest wilts out — you feel so light, so ecstatic. You’re over the clouds at the news, and don’t even hear your mother’s cries of thankfulness before the doctor heads out.

“Y/N!” Jeongin exclaims, ignoring the fluttering feeling in his heart and the burn in his cheeks when he cups your own. “You’re gonna come home!”

You shake with soft sobs, and smile at Jeongin.

“I’m gonna come home.” Provided the scan tomorrow showed a positive result, but you don’t bother to mention that part.

And the next day, when your scan results come back, a huge smile adorns your face, and your mother is in tears. Happy tears.

The sunshine is overly bright today, leaving you squinting for sight, especially when you’re seated in a garden out in the open, book in one hand and the other one resting against the cool, moist grass. The air holds a musky forest scent, and you revel in the feeling of the shivers the cold air that cuts through skin brings.

The park is relatively empty for the morning — you’re glad it is, because it brings on a sense of calmness that you seem to like. The surroundings are just perfect — you don’t want anyone to disrupt your mood right now.

So yeah. The story ends that way. You recover, bit by bit, though it takes a whole bunch of time. There were times when you still had to cough out those petals, but you couldn’t be happier — it felt as though you were spitting out those vicious thorns that had tormented and threatened your life. The doctors had no idea how you’d managed to recover — but this was an interesting case to put into their portfolio, so they weren’t complaining.

And oh, you had Jeongin to help you through all of it, of course. 

It had taken you two weeks to be discharged from the hospital and be able to finally walk again, but when you did it — you felt like a whole new person, in a whole new world. Sure, you had to hold onto your mother or Jeongin wherever you went for the first week or so — it was almost like your legs had turned jelly.

When you returned home, Jeongin insisted that he take you to the garden every day, and when you complained that you couldn’t walk, he’d lifted you into his arms (bridal style, again) and carried you all the way there, and then given you a piggyback ride you all the way back home.

Eventually, you ended up telling him the truth — that the unrequited love that caused everything was because of how you’d fallen for him. You figured he deserved it, especially when he’d stuck with you the whole time without any hesitation and helped you whenever he could — he was truly one of the nicest, kindest people you’d ever met.

Of course, you were surprised when Jeongin only smiled and told you that he knew what you were talking about, and then proceeded to narrate how he’d overheard you in the hospital. Giggles left his lips when you gave him that meme-worthy look, making him shake his head before slinging and arm over his shoulder.

Surprisingly, that night ended just like the books — lovey-dovey confessions exchanged in the warm and intimate setting of the night sky, over shy smiles and lingering kisses. The both of you finally gave in to each other.

Huh, so maybe you were wrong about them — books — after all.

So when, your love was returned in the end, every flower in your chest had finally disappeared, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“You know when I brought you here I wanted you to help me pick flowers and not read a book?”

You laugh at the voice that comes from behind, closing the book shut before placing it on the side while Jeongin takes a seat beside you, hissing at the slight coldness of the grass. Ah, what a romantic scenario — green and colorful flowers as far as the eye could see, a book that you’ve been trying to finish but have never been able to because your boyfriend keeps interrupting you with his random outbursts of affection, and said person sitting right next to you.

“Well, you keep interrupting me all the time!” You chuckle, sliding a hand behind his shoulder before pulling him down to lie on your lap, and Jeongin complies. A sigh of content leaves his lips when he feels your fingers comb through his hair to rid them of any tangles — Jeongin feels stupid to not realise how much he loves you. It feels nice to call you his, feels nice to be able to say I love you, in all of it’s true meaning.

“What, I can’t cuddle my girlfriend now? Come on,” He takes your other hand in his, turning onto his back to look up at you before pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You feel the heat creep up your cheeks when he calls you his girlfriend, still not being able to take it in without growing immensely shy.

“You crybaby, fine. I’ll read the book later only because I love you and you give exceptionally nice cuddles.”

“Hmm, good.” He mumbles sleepily, eyes fluttering shut in calmness when he feels your fingers brush away any stray locks of hair that may get into his eyes. The reaction to your touch is so immediate these days, Jeongin thinks it’s a part of his routine now. Spend at least an hour admiring you in all of your happy, healthy glory.

Meanwhile, you’re sitting there, admiring his features in silence. His hair has grown longer now — Jeongin refuses to cut it no matter your endless verbalizations of how his original haircut looked better — and a small part of you has grown fond of this look too. His warm skin, and his sparkly eyes when he looks up at you, the bright, loving smile that he displays before getting out of your lap, kissing you on your lips to break you out of your focus.

The action only makes you more shy, and Jeongin laughs, cooing at your behavior before standing up, dusting his clothes off the dirt and extending his hand for you.

“Lend me a hand, will you?”

The line seems vaguely familiar and you’re overcome with a sense of deja vu, but nonetheless, you give him your hand, standing up before picking up your satchel and handing him his own.

“Now are you gonna pick a rose for me or do I have to do it myself again?” Jeongin raises an eyebrow and smirks, and you frown, slapping his arm before walking off to check all the flowers in their bushes.

“Hey, wait for me! Y/N!”

When he reaches you, he slides a hand into your own, interlacing the fingers before looking at you lovingly.

“I love you.” You both say at the same time, giggling at each other soon after — perhaps at how well you knew each other to time the confession so well.

So, this is how it ends. While you do think that things could’ve been handled differently, you’re glad that everything went the way it went, because in the end, you’d found him, he’d found you, you’d discovered your feelings together. You loved each other.

Because love and a red rose could never be truly hid.

but what if she had never recovered?

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