Cw: Senku Accidentally Makes An Aphrodisiac And Fem!reader Helps Him Out... Minors Dni! Smut But No Penetration.

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Jack dawkins x f!reader

1,3k words

Summery: you wake up together and spend time as he escortes you to a social gathering

Request: HIII!! I really liked your posts and if you are okay with writing how jack dawkins spends his day of with the reader I would really be happy!🫶🏻💗

A/N: thank you! This makes me so happy if I get feedback and request. I hope you like this bit of fluff with jack. I wanted to highlight his cocky personality a bit.

Fluff

It was a lazy morning for you both. It was one of the rare days that both you and jack had taken a day off.

You lay tangled together on jack's small bed. Your arm draped over his belly, your head snuggled up against his arm. He was the first awake so he gladly took the chance to observe you.

It was a weird feeling for him to see you lay snuggled up in his arms. Your warmth against his side. Of course he had been physically close with a lot of women. But he never felt someone he loved snuggle up to him in their sleep. In fact had he never really felt love. The only one he always had was fagin. And he wasn't excactly the most warm and loving person.

You introduced him to love so to say. And he was just beginning to learn what it meant. It is a unsetteling feeling to suddenly not only care about his own wellbeing but yours too. When not even more.

It made him want to pull you closer to him to protect you at all times. Wether it was because he grew up constantly living agitated in fear or every men felt this way, he didn't know.

Usually jack was a confident, if not cocky man but this feeling made him crave your care. He'd never admit this but he wanted you to fuss over him. He felt like a child in these moments and he thought himself pathetic for it. Still he loved it when you made him something to eat, pulled his clothes straight, cleaned dirt of his face, went through his hair or even helped him bathe.

He smiled at you softly. You looked adorable to him. Your mouth slightly opened, your breaths tickled his arm slightly. With every breath he took your arm moved up and down with his belly.

Jack waited in this position until you fluttered your eyelids open and groggily took in the place you were at.

"Mornin', love" he grinned at the sleepy look on your face.

"Morning" you smiled and buried your head into his chest. You sighed contently. Hugging his arm to your chest. "How long have you been staring at me for?" You giggle as you breathed in the scent of him.

"Mhm a while." He grinned.

"Creep." You giggled.

"You know you love it."

He pulled his arms around you to pull you on top of him. You laughed as you struggled to get out of his grip. But he held you thight. "You're not getting away from me." He grinned.

You huffed in defeat and let yourself slump on top of him. He let out a small 'oof' at your sudden weight resting on him but he still held his arms thighly around you. "I win?" He teased.

You pouted. "You're awfully strong for a lanky man."

"I was a soldier and a sailor darlin' " he smirked and gave you a wink. You snorted but there was a loving smile on your lips.

He rolled you both around to position himself above you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours softly. You hummed contently as you kissed him back. Your hand pulling up to his hair.

He pecked your lips one last time before removing himself from you and standing up from the bed. He searched his room for his clothes and started to get dressed while you watched. He looked around for his waistcoat and you spotted it on the backrest of the bed, pulled it off and brought it over to him.

You held it up for him to slip in and he obliged happily. Your hand rested on his waist when you turned him around to face you. You buttoned up the waistcoat and pulled it straight, your eyes switching up to his eyes again. "This blue suits you."

His whole face lights up. "Thank you. You think it looks good?"

You absenently straighten the fabric of his trousers. "You look very handsome."

Jack grins. "Thank you love." He kisses your cheek.

You pull your clothing for the day on too and ask for his help in binding your corset.

With skilled fingers he pulled it close and made a ribbon at the end. "Does it fit well?"

"Yes. Thank you."

All set jack opened the door and held his arm out to you.

"May I escort you my lady?" You curtsied and took his arm. "Gladly mister."

He escorted you outside of the hospital while putting his hat on. The sun was shining brightly again which almost made it too warm in all the layers of clothing. Jack did have a free day but he was expected to attend a social gathering from the governor. So you were on your way to this social gathering you knew very little about, jack after asking him, knew not much more himself.

It was held in a hall as you arrived and jack greeted a lot of people politely. You curtsied and held your hand out a lot of times as you were expected as jacks companion.

"Dr Dawkins." A relatively tall man with sideburns and a mustache greeted him with obvious distaste as he shook jack's hand.

"Dr Sneed." jack gave him a nod with furrowed brows.

The eyes of sneed wander to your figure. "You must be miss Y/L/N." He took your hand and gave it a kiss.

You smiled politely. "Yes. It is a honor to meet you dr sneed."

"The honor is all mine." Sneed smiled sickeningly flirtatious.

Jack pulled you closer against him while he shot daggers at sneed with his eyes. Sneed seemed to share the same feelings as his eyes glared coldly at jack.

Jack escorted you further down the gathering to get away from sneed. "I hate him. Have you seen the way he looked at you?" He whispered furiously.

You layed a hand on his chest. "I know. Relax. You don't want to get in trouble again." You whispered while a polite expression was plastered on your face.

"Easy to say. I wanna punsh him just for that look-"

"Dr dawkins!" Another voice greeted him from behind us and we turned quickly around.

Jack cleared his throat. "Governor. What a honor to be invited. It seems lovely." He smiled.

You could clearly see that this wasn't what jack was good at. He was good at snarky comments. Always saying his opinion. At surviving on the streets or on a ship. He was good at dirty jobs.He wasn't made for fancy gatherings, clean clothes and pearls and polite small talk.

You made a small curty again greeted the governor with equal politeness. After the greetings were done, music started to play and drinks were served, you stood in a rather quiet corner together with a, guess what, fancy drink in hand.

You observed the people around you and your eyes fell on the dance floor in the middle of the room. Mostly courting pairs dancing formally together. Jack seemed to have noticed your interest and stood before you, one hand outstretched to you.

"Will you honor me with your hand for a dance?" You giggled and happily took his hand. He led you to the middle of the room and took a dancing position in. You started to carry out the dance moves with him. Almost moving as one.

"Where did you learn to dance?" You asked surprised as he pulled you closer to him for this move again.

"You didn't trust me to do that?" He teased.

"Actually no."

"I'm hurt. As a sailor. There was a lot of dancing. Though we lacked the women."

You smiled at the thought. "You know you're a real gentleman if you want to." His eyebrows raised with a grin.

"Is that a compliment?"

"I compliment you all the time. Your ego is way too big already."

He cocked his head to the side. "Aww come on. I never get enough of your compliments. Or your touch. Or your care. Or you for that matter."

"You know how to get a girl don't you?" You sighed.

"I assure you." He told you slightly more serious.

"I love you too jack." You whispered as you two swayed to the music.

Dr. Stone Fanfic Self Aware AU

Title: The Stone World Paradox

Senku Ishigami x Reader

Summary: Senku Ishigami has been trapped in an endless time loop, reliving the same events from the moment civilization was petrified to the revival of Byakuya. No matter how much he deviates, the world resets—until she appears. Y/N L/N, an anomaly in his predetermined reality, disrupts the cycle just by existing. As Senku struggles to understand why the loop has finally broken, he finds himself facing an uncertain future for the first time. But maybe, just maybe, uncertainty isn’t so bad—especially with her by his side.

For the nth time, the world began anew.

Senku Ishigami sighed as Taiju Oki burst into the science lab, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Senku! I'm finally gonna confess to Yuzuriha!"

The scientist barely reacted. He had heard these exact words too many times to count, seen the same determined look on his best friend's face, and experienced the same sequence of events play out again and again.

The stone world would begin. The petrification would happen. He would wake up alone. He would count the days. He would revive Taiju. He would revive Yuzuriha. He would clash with Tsukasa. He would build the Kingdom of Science. He would save Ruri.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, he will move on to make a time machine and he would find Byakuya’s stone body with the help of why-man and everyone.

And the cycle would begin all over again.

At first, Senku hadn't noticed the loops. It was subtle—fragmented dreams of things that had already happened, but he brushed them off as déjà vu. Then, after dozens, maybe hundreds of cycles, he realized something was deeply wrong.

The world was off.

People repeated their lines perfectly, as if reading from a script. Background characters, if not directly involved in the current scene, felt lifeless—as if they were NPCs in a video game, waiting for the player to interact with them.

Everything felt coded. Artificial.

And no matter how much he tried to deviate from his expected actions, the world always corrected itself, forcing events back on track.

Was this even reality? Or was he trapped in some kind of cosmic experiment?

Senku had long since stopped questioning it. If he couldn't change the loop, then he would just have to live with it. Its the most logical thing to do after all, its not like he has the power to go against that thing that is doing this.

Then something different happened this time.

It was the day Gen Asagiri was supposed to make his first appearance—the so-called mentalist arriving at the Kingdom of Science to assess whether Senku was truly alive, task to him by Tsukasa.

Senku already knew what was supposed to happen. He would be distributing ramen to the villagers, Gen would show up and dramatically demand Cola, and Senku would eventually win him over to his side.

But this time… Gen wasn't alone.

Sitting beside him was a girl Senku had never seen before., holding a bowl of Ramen as well.

She didn't exist in any of the previous loops.

His sharp red eyes immediately locked onto her, studying her as she approached with casual curiosity.

Gen smirked. "Oh my~ this Ramen will surely be more delicious with... what do you think? Cola is it~"

The girl—Y/N L/N—gave a nervous smile, shifting slightly behind Gen as if unsure of how to act in front of him.

And for the first time in countless cycles, Senku felt a shift in the world.

It was subtle but undeniable. The air seemed crisper, the colors more vivid. The villagers, who normally followed their pre-determined scripts, reacted to Y/N with genuine, unscripted curiosity.

She was an anomaly.

And anomalies were something Senku never ignored.

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Y/N had no idea how she got here.

One moment, she was living her normal life, obsessed with Dr. Stone, especially Senku Ishigami.

The next moment? Truck-kun did his thing, and she woke up in the Stone World.

At first, she thought she was dreaming.

Then she realized she was petrified.

Somehow, she had arrived in this world already turned to stone, only to be unpetrified by none other than Tsukasa Shishio, Gen Asagiri, and Ukyo Saionji.

It gave her credibility. She wasn’t just some random girl appearing out of nowhere— at least she had been part of the world’s history, past encased in stone like everyone else, before the petrification happened. Good thing its already over more than 3,700 years, no one will suspect that she in fact did not beling in this world... all but one that is.

When she first saw Tsukasa, she nearly had a heart attack.

When she saw Gen, she nearly screamed.

And when they asked for her name, she realized she had no idea what the hell she was supposed to do.

But if there was one thing she knew, it was that she wanted to see him.

Senku Ishigami.

As a fangirl, that is a must!!!

The moment Gen mentioned that he was being sent to check if Senku was alive, she jumped at the opportunity.

"Gen? Can i come with you? Please?"

"Oh? and what might be the reason our little angel wants to come see the village~"

"I'm just curious okay? to see a real life primitive village that is!!"

Now, here she was, standing in front of him, in the middle of the Kingdom of Science.

And the way he was looking at her made her skin tingle.

"You're looking at my partners in crim like sh was some type anomaly Senku Chan~~ "

"That's because she is"

"Eh?"

Senku didn’t believe in miracles. After all he was in this loop for so very long and nothing changes no matter what, so he really has no hope for that.

But Y/N?

She was something that defied all logic. she defied even this world's constant

The moment he saw her, his mind was already racing. Where did she come from? Is she here in the previois loop? If so how did she escape the loop? What made her different from everything else in this fake world?

For the first time in countless cycles, he felt… excited.

Interested.

It wasn’t just because she was an anomaly—it was because she made the world feel real again.

As the days passed, he watched how the people around her, around him changed.

Kohaku, Chrome, Suika, Kaseki even Gen—everyone acted more alive when they were around her. The scripted lines, the unnatural repetition, the lifelessness—all of it started to fade the moment she interacted with them.

She was disrupting the world’s pre-determined flow.

If Y/N could change things, then maybe—just maybe—he could finally break free from this loop.

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Senku wasn’t one for emotions.

Love, romance—all of that took a backseat to science.

But Y/N was different.

Y/N huffed, slamming her hands on the table. "Senku, you can’t just ignore the taste factor! If we're making sulfa drugs, we should at least try to make them less disgusting!"

Senku scoffed, rolling his eyes as he continued grinding ingredients into fine powder. "Oh sure, let’s waste time making life-saving medicine taste like candy. Brilliant idea, Einstein."

"Hey! I’m just saying, if the patient can’t even swallow it without gagging, what’s the point?!" Y/N argued, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Senku smirked, adjusting his goggles. "The point is that it’ll save their life, Y/N. Newsflash—sulfa drugs aren’t a gourmet meal. If they don’t like the taste, they can suck it up."

Y/N groaned. "But you KNOW compliance is a thing! If it tastes like literal death, people might refuse to take it!"

"And if we waste time making it taste good, they might die before they even get the chance," Senku shot back, flicking her forehead lightly. "Science first, comfort second. That’s how it works."

Y/N rubbed her forehead, glaring. "You are so stubborn. Would it kill you to consider patient experience?"

"No, but it might kill them if we delay the process." Senku smirked. "Unless you’d rather go back in time and tell Alexander Fleming to sweeten up penicillin?"

Y/N crossed her arms. "Ugh! I hate it when you use historical scientists against me."

"I know. That’s why I do it." He grinned smugly.

Y/N sighed in defeat, then muttered, "Fine. But I’m still going to find a way to make them taste less horrible after we make the first batch."

Senku chuckled. "Knock yourself out, taste-tester."

The more time he spent with her, the more he realized how much she fascinated him. Her knowledge, her humor, the way she challenged him in discussions—she was brilliant. Annoying but brilliant nonetheless

She wasn’t just an anomaly in the world.

She was an anomaly in his heart. Kukuku Yeah he really is staeting to sound illogical in this one

The realization came slowly. At first, he brushed it off as mere interest. Then he rationalized it as curiosity. But the moment he caught himself staring at her for too long, the moment he found himself wanting to be near her, he knew—

He had fallen for her. Surprise. Surprise

And if there was anything he hated, it was unsolved mysteries.

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It took time, but together, they changed everything.

The Kingdom of Science thrived. The war with Tsukasa ended. They set sail. They conquered the world’s challenges. They face that creep Ibara. Have a science showdown with Dr. Xeno. Almost got brutally killed by Stanley. The world being petrified for the second time. Then facing Why-man head on.

And finally—

They found Byakuya’s stone body.

Senku stood there, staring at his father’s petrified form, and he knew.

The cycle was about to reset.

No matter what he had done, no matter how much he changed—the world would force everything back to the beginning.

...or at least that's what he thought...

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The moment stretched on longer than it should have. The cold, lifeless form of Byakuya Ishigami stood before them, his stone features frozen in time. The weight of the moment should have been clear—reviving the last of their fallen, the final piece of their journey.

But Senku wasn’t moving.

Kohaku tilted her head, confused. "Senku? Why are you just standing there? This is your father, right?"

Ryusui folded his arms, watching Senku with a raised brow. "For once, I have to agree. You should be pouring revival fluid on him right now, yet here you are, gawking like you’ve never seen a petrified person before."

Y/N, standing just a bit closer, nudged Senku with her elbow. "Oi, Senku, this isn’t like you. What’s with the hesitation? Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental on us?" she teased, smirking.

Senku blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Tch. Sentimental? As if." He quickly turned his usual cocky grin on her, masking the storm raging in his mind.

Because this wasn’t right.

The loop was supposed to restart now. This moment—the very second they found Byakuya's statue—had always been the reset point. He should’ve been bracing himself to wake up back in his high school lab, hearing Taiju’s earth-shattering declaration that he was going to confess to Yuzuriha.

But nothing was happening.

Time was still moving forward.

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "You’re acting weirder than usual, scientist. Are you gonna revive him or what?" She grinned, placing a hand on her hip. "Or are you waiting for a dramatic drumroll?"

Senku exhaled slowly through his nose. She was watching him. They all were.

His mind raced for an explanation—something logical to cling to. The loop should have reset, so why was everything continuing? Why was he still here?

Then his eyes flickered back to Y/N.

The anomaly. The one thing that never existed in any previous cycle.

Senku’s lips curled into a smirk as he pulled out the revival fluid. "Heh. If you want a drumroll, you’re out of luck. Science waits for no one."

With practiced precision, he poured the glowing liquid over his father’s petrified form, watching as the cracks formed, golden light illuminating Byakuya’s frozen features.

_____

Y/N, standing to the side, watched the heartwarming reunion unfold. A part of her felt a pang of longing—because, for the first time, she truly didn’t know what would happen next. This was supposed to be the final chapter, the last scene. But now?

Everything was unwritten.

As the group made their way back to the perseus, Y/N nudged Senku playfully. "You’re staring into space again, Ishigami. Are you secretly a softie now that your dad’s back?"

Senku rolled his eyes. "Tch. As if. I was just running calculations in my head."

"Sure you were," she teased, smirking.

Senku clicked his tongue. "If you had even an ounce of scientific prowess, you’d understand that thinking ahead is crucial."

"Oh, please. I understand science just fine. But unlike you, I also understand emotions," Y/N shot back. "Which, judging by that awkward hug, you still suck at."

"Hugging has nothing to do with science, and you know it."

"It has everything to do with being a functional human being."

"Functionality is about efficiency, not sentimentality."

"Oh my god, Senku, you are impossible!"

They continued bickering even as they returned to the ship, their voices echoing in the small quarters as the celebration back on Ishigami Village began.

—---

That night, in the quiet of his quarters, Senku lay staring at the ceiling. His arms were folded behind his head, and his mind raced, calculating, analyzing.

By all logic, the loop should have reset the moment they found Byakuya’s statue. Instead, time moved forward.

His mind kept coming back to one thing.

Or rather… one person.

Y/N.

She was an anomaly. She had disrupted the pattern. Could she be the reason the loop had stopped?

He sighed, closing his eyes.

If I wake up tomorrow… where will I be?

The thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit. For so long, he had accepted the endless cycle, the unbreakable script of this world. Now, for the first time, he felt the uncertainty of tomorrow.

And, to his own surprise, he hoped to wake up to a new day. Not another loop.

His last thought before sleep took him was of Y/N, her voice ringing in his ears.

"Oh my god, Senku, you are impossible!"

A small smirk tugged at his lips.

Heh. Yeah, well… So is she.

And then, for the first time in countless cycles, Senku Ishigami let himself sleep, truly wondering what came next.

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"Oi Ishigami Senku, you better wake you ass up. Your dad’s been resquesting for you. He wants to spend some time with his genius son."

His eyes snapped open. Instead of the white ceiling of his old science lab, he was met with Y/N’s face, her expression hovering somewhere between amusement and curiosity. The soft morning light filtered through the ship window, confirming what he already suspected.

The loop hadn’t reset.

Senku blinked, quickly masking his initial shock with a smirk. "Tch. That old man is way too sentimental."

Y/N crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, and you’re not? I distinctly remember a certain scientist hesitating for a solid five minutes before reviving him."

"That’s called making sure the experiment goes smoothly, not sentimentality."

"Right. Just like how you ‘logically calculated’ that awkward hug instead of freezing like a malfunctioning robot."

"Hugging isn’t a science. And for the record, my calculations were flawless, as always."

"Mhm. Keep telling yourself that, You leek Science Boy."

Senku let out an exasperated sigh, sitting up and stretching. "You’re really getting too comfortable calling me that, huh?"

Y/N grinned. "What can I say? It’s fun watching you pretend you’re not a total softie."

"You do realize that by scientific standards, you’re objectively incorrect."

"And you do realize that by human standards, you’re completely in denial?"

"Tch. You’re seriously exhausting."

"And yet, you’d be lost without me."

Senku gave her a sidelong glance, but instead of arguing, he just huffed out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

For the first time in a long, long while, he wasn’t trapped in an endless cycle. No loops, no resets. Just… the future.

And, somehow, he didn’t mind that future that includes her by his side.

—END.

Hey! I just saw your writings on dr.stone! And I really love them so much!!!! We really need more people contributing towards our science boi!😔

And if you don't mind, can I make a small request...? don't mind if you don't wanna tho but I really love to read more of your writings!💕

I just have this real crazy idea so it's up to you if you wanna do it or not xD

Could you make Senku x reader angst to fluff, where Senku and reader had an accidental one night stand (in stone age) and the reader gets pregnant, but here's the catch. The reader isn't his friends or one from the Ishigami village, but someone really random, just like a stranger on a one night stand (lol) but the reader is known for their helpful and kind nature, though they aren't very intelligent like Senku they help around with Ruri and Yuzuriha sometimes so they know about her, not any other characters.

The reader can be a female or gender neutral I don't mind anything.

So yea.. how will Senku react in this situation? I really wanna know, like will he snap at the reader? Or somthing else, I don't know I'll leave that to your imagination!

And, thank you so much for taking your time and reading this!💕💕💕

senku x Pregnant!reader

Requested by : @blue-sapphire-ink

warnings: AFAB reader, one night stand, pregnancy talk and morning sickness.

Senku is a naturally curious person, so it wasn’t out of character for Senku to start asking questions about you when he noticed a non villager helping Ruri and Yuzuriha.

Turns out that Yuzuriha found you whilst gathering supplies and told Ruri about you, to which you made another friend :)

The span between meeting you and the one night stand was, in all honesty, a blur of colors and emotions, which led to the desperate touches and quick, thoughtless choices.

Outside of the village was a small campsite, and there you were staring at the vomit that had just forced its way out of you. The sun fried your tired, trembling body and for a moment you felt like you would die.

But the next day, and for about a week after, you still vomited.

Yuzuriha and Ruri commented that you seemed to be glowing, your morning sickness and then when your period didn’t come on schedule was when it became obvious what was happening.

you knew it was time to see senku.

But how could you? You knew his feelings on relationships, that one night stand had obviously been for a science experiment or SOMETHING! why did you have to be pregnant? The stress was eating away at you, and self conscious of the baby growing inside you and the effect stress had on it, you crumbled.

Sitting down with Yuzuriha and Ruri under a tree near the village, you clutched your abdomen and hoped for things to go well.

“I need to tell you guys something…” you finally push yourself to say, the bubble in your throat tightening when they looked at you, their full attention turned to you.

“I- this is hard to say,” you laughed anxiously to yourself, “I, um, I’m pregnant.”

“WHAT!” the girls yelped in surprise.

“Who is it?”

“When did you find out?”

“How far along?”

They continued asking questions until you grabbed their hands, and they cut themselves off.

“I found out a few days ago. Im probably about a month in and…” you paused.

“Y/N, who is the father?” Ruri asked, her hands holding yours in a comforting way. Yuzuriha gave you a hug as the tears formed in your eyes, blurring your vision like water being poured over paper, ink smearing and blotchy.

“I-“

It was too much, the emotions built up,the pain and regret tearing you apart. You had to tell them. you had to tell him. you needed support or you would fall and never reach the ground.

You mustered up the strength as you cried in Yuzuriha’s arms. it was a jumbled mess at first, but you told them.

“It’s Senku’s”

The silence was deafening until Ruri removed her hands from yours and wrapped them around you and Yuzuriha.

“I swear that if he’s an idiot about this, I’ll kill him” Yuzuriha promised.

Ruri agreed, and while it didn’t feel like you were totally drowning, you still had to tell Senku.

‘It was a one night stand, he didn’t love you, ya know that?’ the thought kept coming up for air, but you had to push it down.

“When do you wanna tell him?” Yuzuriha asked.

“I’m thinking about tonight, make it now that i know i can do it and not think about it.”

A plan was sorted out, and it was only a few hours before your life would go downhill.

When night fell, you went over to chromes tower, and called out for senku. “Who am I to you? Rapunzel?” he jokingly asked as he climbed down the ladder.

When he reached the ground and noticed your crying eyes and tear stained cheeks, his quiet chuckles died in his throat.

“ Y/N? whats wrong?” he asked as you grabbed his arm and pulled him away from potential ears. This is going to be between you and him. and when he says that he cant do it, you’ll quietly leave and do whatever you can to raise your child without him in their life.

“Y/N, come on, tell me whats bothering you” he asked quietly as your feet stopped moving and your hand loosened.

It was no time like the present, and so you turned around and, for maybe the last time, allowed yourself to be surrounded by the red in his eyes.

Some part of you hoped that your child had his eyes, so that you never forgot them and how they made you fell, but another part hoped not.

“I need to be honest with you, and i know how you feel about this, but it’s your right to know.” Tears started pouring again. It had to be now.

“Hey, it’s ok, tell me and i’ll do anything to help you-“

“I’m pregnant.” you cut him off, the words glad to be out and for a moment, you felt peace.

until you remembered the feeling of his hands in yours and that he was right there.

“I-“

“Please don’t hate me! You don’t have to be a father, i’ll go far away so you can focus on science and rebuilding civilization, you just needed to know and I’m so sorry. I know it was a one night stand and that you don’t love me, but honestly…” you paused and gripped his hand till he was almost in pain.

“I’m so scared, Senku.”

Your eyes stayed on the ground, waiting for Senku’s touch to leave you, for his feet to move and him to leave you. was it possible to fall further than before? To sink lower then you already were?

“Oh Y/N,” he said as he gave you a hug, something he didn’t do often.

“I’m right here, don’t worry.”

You cried on his shoulder, felt his hands on your back and yours clutching him.

“I’m gonna stay, we’ll raise them together. I’ll teach them science and you can teach them (Hobby) and when your craving something, i’ll make it as best as i can in the stone world. I’ll find something to make it painless, I’ll build and do anything for you and our kid.” The relief clouded your mind as you heard Senku promise and ramble.

Everything would be ok.

He reached for your stomach, knowing that a little but of him was growing inside, and in a few months would join this world.

“I’ll survive this pregnancy, and they will too” you promised Senku.

Did We Lose Our Spark?

Tw: Recovery, poly dynamics, cheating implied, character death lowkey implied, moving on, reminiscing, torture briefly mentioned

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

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Weeks passed, blurring together one after the next. By the end of the third week, Mikey felt like he lost his mind. He searched, but every stone was clean. Every corner dusted, and time marched on. Eventually, arguments led to physical confrontations with executives. Work-life slowly unraveled, but his home disintegrated. Mikey’s fights followed home. Outbursts were rare at home. When they did occur, it was you that managed to tame the beast.

Without you there, Yuki was left to her own devices. She never was confrontational. It was uncommon for her to disagree with Mikey. As his sanctuary crumbled, the last connection to his cozy home shattered.

Mikey had arrived home earlier than usual. It became routine that this stale husk remained silent. Yuki staying her room and Mikey laid in your old room. This night, however, the walls chattered. Moans, accompanied by the impacts of a headboard, shattered his glass heart. Within the hour, Sanzu and the Haitanis entered the penthouse; they turned the moans into screams. Cleaners entered shortly after.

Your things were packed up. Placed into a storage unit…” just in case…”

That’s what he told everyone.

Mikey could recall your laughter, even your cooking.

That ache would never go away. Even as months flew by, it felt as fresh as a bullet wound. Nothing could match his anger. Every outlet he attempted never satisfied him. He tried marring traitors with broken bones and bruises. Nothing. Nothing could help alleviate that crushing feeling in his chest.

He had no reason to be angry at you. At Yuki? Debatable…as he drove her away.

A voice cut into his dissociative state, “Hey, Mikey.” With a snap of his neck, he could have sworn it was your voice. He could have sworn it your smile beaming at him. Before he could reach out, the voice came again…different than before. “Mikey? Boss,” oh, it was just Kakucho.

“Why don’t I drive you home? You need the rest,” he offered, staring at his superior with the tiniest bit of empathy.

Mikey simply nodded, feeling empty as the mirage evaporated. “Whatever happened to us?” nagged him in the backseat. He stared out to the sky, wondering if you were seeing the brightest star between the clouds as he was.

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Imagining a life without Manjiro Sano was difficult, but living it? You nearly died every day for a month. The ache was unbearable; you could barely leave the apartment for food. Let alone to find a job or purchase furniture. As days melted away, so did the threads of co-dependency. When the month passed, the ache was bearable enough to interact with the world. Winter’s appearance allowed you to hide in plain sight.

You rediscovered yourself in the winter chill.

The ground shivered as you thawed. You were able to find a job at a local museum. Untouched by Bonten and its enterprises. Quietly, you worked away in their administration. It felt like a breath of fresh air compared to your old birdcage. Slowly, you invested in old hobbies. Painting. Singing. Eventually learning the guitar.

Yet, despite your life turning around.

Your thoughts would often drift to Manjiro. You questioned what happened to the puppy love, the laughter.

Memories resurfaced too often. You had failed to realize how Mikey kept you like a caged songbird. Yet you yearned for him still. One by one. These memories flickered like fairy lights. It felt like yesterday you were going on your first date. The way you screamed as Mikey revved his bike, speeding down the road. Arms gripping his abs for dear life. Your ears rang with his laughter. You launched yourself onto the grass the second the bike stopped. So so happy to be on solid ground. His smile always had your heart skipping a beat.

You missed him.

Of course, you did.

But that wasn’t your life anymore.

When the snow melted, you were cautious enough. Minimizing your time outside of the apartment and work. However, you celebrated little achievements along the way. You splurged at the kombini when you finally got a frame for your mattress. It took you back to your first apartment, waiting for Mikey’s calls. When he appeared at your window unannounced for late-night drives. You laughed about the time you almost knocked him out with a bat. It was the one time he used his keys.

That quickly faded into the night that Emma passed. When he appeared your door, marred with bruises. It was a miracle he managed to walk there. Dropping to his knees, you caught him on your shoulder. Letting him scream and cry until his voice was hoarse. With his house feeling empty, Mikey began moving into your apartment.

It turned into a small love nest. His oasis from gang life. Mikey’s favorite thing was coming home to your curry. Copious amounts of spice made his subordinates, Sanzu and Kokonoi at the time, gag. But to Mikey, it was always a prized reset. A sliver of happiness that tethered him to his unfortunate life. As the gang grew, your nest moved.

That’s when Yuki was introduced. At the turn of Kantou Manji transitioning to Bonten, Mikey asked if it were possible to add a third. You were taken back, but never against the idea. Who were you to deny someone else that loved him as you did? Someone he had managed to open up to. With a nod, he slowly began integrating her into your home and relationship.

It took months before she moved in. As she did, you felt a pang in your chest seeing them. One that would eventually shrink, but never disappear. The two of you grew closer as Mikey’s assignments lasted longer. Yuki was able to take refuge in you, as you did with her. The penthouse felt livelier with the three of you home. Ache turned into laughter, which morphed into soft pants and moans.

Your paradise didn’t last long, as comments and ridicule began. Bruises appearing and fading. Only to be replaced with cigarette burns. Half a year passed without them, but you recall each one. Healing took time; you eventually began painting them. It was the first time viewing the unsightly hues of purple, green, and blue. You were treated so carelessly then…

Treated like a broken doll to the room.

You painted succulents onto the image of your breast. That burn.

It was like a vow. It’ll never happen again.

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A year. Bonten has searched for a year. How did they find you?

Takeomi’s secretary happened to recognize you from a photo kept in Mikey’s office. She didn’t hesitate to contact her boss. Kakucho accompanied him to view you sitting in your little world of history and art. You sat by a window, covered in cozy clothes for the season.

They noticed a glow radiating from you, even at this distance. Kakucho could see how immersed you were in your book; how your posture was physically relaxed. It was a miracle. You were constantly nervous and stiff.

It was as if you were a different person.

Sounds of clicks broke his trance; watching Takeomi send photos of you to Mikey.

T: Found your birdie

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Mikey choked on his taiyaki. He stared at his phone, seeing your soft smile again. You appeared so different. Cheeks fuller, your dimple showing, and your hair even looked different. Takeomi was anticipating orders, he knew that.

But he wanted to see you.

He wanted to apologize.

So, he asked the duo to tail you and report back with an address.

By end of the day, Kakucho had given Mikey your place of work and apartment building addresses. It took everything for Mikey not to cry and scream You were under their nose. Living an ordinary life. He anticipated, may be felt, that you weren’t coming back.

But he wanted to at least try.

To hear it from you.

As Mikey arrived, Kakucho gave him your apartment number.

He didn’t need it. Seeing you sitting on your small balcony. A cigarette in hand, letting the chilled winds disrupt your smoke. He couldn’t breathe; the ache in his chest turned into leaps. Reminding him of your first apartment together.

With a wave, his executives were sent away.

He dragged his feet across the snow.

Mikey’s legs shook. Imagine that the elusive, fearless leader of Bonten was nervous. His fingertips were nipped by the cold. Tired eyes scaled the side of the building, landing on you. The softness in your face staring to the darkening sky. Just like your late-night rides. Just like…

“Hey, Mikey.”

Just like when you met.

“Hey, Y/N.”

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HEY BESTIE CAN U MAKE A BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT FIVE HARGREEVES DURING THE FIRST EP OF S3 like yk the one where he saw delores after jayme spits on him and the reader who happens to date him saw it and like "wtf is he doing" and heard the name delores coming out of his mouth and the reader just goes silence after that scene BECAUSE THE READER IS THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT LIKE "is he actually still in love with a mannequin" and like very angsty afterwards but Five confronted her why she's being so quiet after their visit at the sparrows and the rest is up to u :] TYSM IDK ITS MY 1ST REQUEST ACTUALLY AND I CANTTT STOP THINKING ABT S3

ANGSTANGSTANGST

warnings: i think there's swearing, female reader (in my mind, but i can't remember using pronouns), angst. hardcore angst

tags: @mad-elia

PERFECTION

You were both running to get to Allison, his arm was around your waist, the other arm stretched toward the cornered woman. 

“Thanks,” she heaved once the three of you made it to the upstairs. 

“No problem,” Five said.

And then you saw her. She was a taller woman with electric black hair and green eyes. 

He told you guys to go, that he’d handle the woman. While Allison ran, you lingered, hiding behind the wall, watching.

He hit her over the head and she let out a groan of pain. Good. He could handle anything, your boyfriend. You had no doubt he’d be able to handle this easily; after all, he was probably the quickest thinker out of everyone. He could do anything and everything and that was only one reason you were irretrievably, desperately in love with the man.

And then came the spit, along with a hiss bubbling from the woman’s mouth. Jayme, you think her name was. Jayme. It sounded about right.

You wrinkled your nose, much like Five who began to berate her. “Agh! Hey, gross, alright?”

But before he could continue the usual lecture about sanitation, his face went glassy. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to walk around almost aimlessly.

“What the hell?” you heard him whisper. His eyes were directed toward the stairs, as were Jayme’s.

You ran out, looking at him, but didn’t touch him. Disturbing people when they’re in a trance could end dangerously, you heard. 

“What did you do to him?” you whispered, but she heard it and only smiled. It wasn’t one of those soft smiles; it was something similar to Five’s smile when he was irked. It was crooked, fake.

“I’m only showing him what he wants, kid.”

“Dolores?” Five whispered. You could feel your heart shatter.

The mannequin; that mannequin that sat with the both of you through the darkest nights of the apocalypse. She was there through everything; he always seemed to choose her over you. Even after you two were together. Dolores this; Dolores that; “Dolores would look good in this, wouldn’t she?”; “Dolores, you’re perfect”; “Dolores, I love you”.

You thought it was over. You thought he was over the stupid mannequin; you thought he loved you, only you. You thought that you two were meant for one another, the stupid soulmate shit everyone preached. But, you could see now, you clung on too tightly to the dreams a little girl would have.

You could see him break out into a smile, a genuine one. “Dolores.”

And then came the italian. 

“Really? Italian? Holy shit. Do you think I could get out of this without fighting you?” you asked Jayme. She raised an eyebrow at you before quickly turning to Five. “I’m way to tired for-”

He began to make out with thin air. 

Well, fuck.

“Okay, I’m just going to go,” you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

You only just turned your back when you heard Five tumble down the stairs.

~*~

“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned.

Your bones were cracking. You could practically collapse right there, plopping down on the top of the bench, lying there, mimicking Klaus on the table next to yours.

“Oh, I’m cracking,” Klaus said, a grit to his voice. You could second that.

“You all good, Klaus?”

“Fine, (Y/N/N), you?”

“Could be better.”

Five climbed on top of the table, sitting on the edge and placing your head gently in his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his rhythm was constant. His love wasn’t. He grazed a cut and you hissed.

“That’s one hell of a cut, Sweetheart,” he mused quietly. You used that as an excuse to get out of his lap.

“I’m fine.”

You could see him flinch- just barely, not enough to catch if you weren’t paying close attention- at the slight harshness in your tone.

Good.

~*~

“CHET! Mon frère! I’d like my usual suite, por favor!” Klaus announced excitedly to the man at the front desk. He was older, his wrinkles prominent, but his hair still maintaining a blondish color that grasped onto hints of youth. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” Chet deadpanned. 

“See? Told you. Discreet.”

“Great job, Klaus,” you giggled; in turn, he wrapped an arm around you and wrestled you into his side.

“Don’t sass me, kiddo. There is such thing as a time out corner, you know.”

The dog’s whimper interrupted the conversation very quickly. 

“Please stop scaring my dog,” Chet said.

“We need some rooms, please.”

“Super.” Chet pulled out a sign with the words only a nightmare could hold. “And how will we be paying today?”

Well shit.

“Fine,” Luther said. “Empty your pockets. Come on; something.”

You dug around in your pockets, finding a dagger and an extinguished cigarette. 

“(Y/N)! Come on, really?” Five scolded.

“As if you haven’t had a cigar before.”

“Condoms?” Luther asked.

“I think you can exchange those for cash,” Klaus replied, causing you to giggle.

“Come on, you two, put the knives away!”

Luther looked around. “Oh, all right,” he sighed, removing his watch. Klaus marveled at it as he handed it to Chet. Examining it, Chet grabbed three room keys.

“Well, let’s Brady Bunch this bitch.”

~*~

Only one room had one bed, so you and Five were assigned to that one.

“Let’s unpack. Settle in.”

“And what do we have to unpack?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked.

“Yes, Darling, isn’t that liberating?”

“Fair enough.”

“Alright then,” Five said. “Let’s fix you up.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You didn’t want him touching you anymore. You didn’t want him lying to you anymore.

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll get Allison in here-”

“Why Allison?” he asked, eyebrows furling. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. Your heart broke and soared at the same time.

“You know why, Five. I saw everything.”

“Everything? I don’t get it.” He approached you, reaching out. You pulled back. He took another step forward. This kept going until your back hit the wall. He quickly brought his arm up, trapping you there. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I take- what did you see?”

You laughed, but stared at his arm. He was serious.

His other hand made its way to your hairline, brushing it softly. “I don’t understand.”

You recoiled, causing him to flinch once more.

“Sweetheart, we’re done. It’s all over; no more apocalypse, no more nothing. This is it! We can be happy- just… tell me what happened. I’ll fix it. I swear I will. I can’t afford to lose you after everything. I’ll fix everything, I promise, just please tell me what-”

“I saw you making out with thin air.”

“After what Jayme did? I thought I told you to run-”

“I hung back to make sure there wasn’t any funny business.” His arm loosened and you made your exit, walking toward the door. He didn’t jump toward you. He didn’t do anything. He just looked. “Turns out, there was some funny business. You’re still hung up on Dolores.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), I swear to God, I-”

“I heard everything, Five. So, we’re hanging out here for the next few days and then I’m out. I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N), I love you. Not Dolores, you.”

“I have come second to her after years, Five. Years I have waited for you to come around, and when you finally did, I was stupid enough to believe it was true. I was foolish enough to believe you could actually love me, that someone would actually love me. But, of course, I should’ve known: you can’t get over something so perfect that quickly.”

“You are perfection,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “You-”

“No, Five. You can’t- I know what I saw. I know what you want, and that’s not me. Now, if you excuse me, Allison will only be available for so long. I’m going to need this cut fixed.”

You walked out the door with tears blurring your vision.

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Sung Jinwoo. The Hunter who was praised for his bravery and selflessness, the Hunter who was the embodiment of Cinderella, and the Hunter who was hailed as a hero no matter where he went and how he acted. All because he acted for the good of the people around him, be it former foes or strangers in another country, he protected all. He was humanity’s strongest shield and sword against the dangers of the monsters within the vile Gates.

Yet to you, his shining image was clouded with the shadows that surrounded him. In your memory of him, one stood out more than the rest, more than the good deeds he’s done, more than the joyous memories you made with him.

“I’m sorry. Let’s break up.”

His words pierced your heart and body like no other. The shield you held over your heart was long gone and the walls you built around you long crumbled, all because of the knight in front of you. You can’t say you didn’t expect it, you have and mentally prepared yourself, still… It hurts oh so much.

“I understand. I wish you happiness, Hunter Sung. May your days be nothing of smiles and content.”

And you turned and left to hide your tears. Even knowing that Jinwoo would one day leave you because he was stronger now and would have more and better choices, you craved—clung—to the fantasy that he wouldn’t leave you behind after everything that you’ve done for him. You drank till your body couldn’t handle and your bartender friend called in your reliable friend from back in your college days. You cried in his chest. Why? Why weren’t you a Hunter as well? You could have done more! More for your dearest lover! Maybe then, you wouldn’t be abandoned. 

That night was agonizing to live through. It was the worst day of your life. Perhaps, you were in love with the idea of love. You and Jinwoo did fall for the other over some silly comment and gossip from your classmates, then you started seeing the other differently. You two thought they were right and loved each other like actual lovers. How immature of you. Look what that led you?

It took some time, but you recovered with the help of your college friend. He helped more than you could ever thank him for. If he weren’t such a workaholic or that heated up then maybe your heart could have been swayed. Still, you knew for a fact; that you couldn’t—wouldn’t—be in another relationship any time soon.

When the world appeared to be coming to an end, you stared out your apartment window and sighed. Jinwoo must be saying his final farewells to his loved ones; his mother, his younger sister, that brother of a Hunter Jinho, and his new lover Cha Hae-In. It didn’t ache as much now than before when you thought about their official relationship and Jinwoo moving on so quickly while you took your time recovering. Now, you were fine with the time you had for yourself.

Your phone rang and you picked it up without a thought, a voice spoke from the other end. “World’s ending, thought I should check up on you.”

“How nice of you.” You chuckled from your end and retreated back into your apartment and away from the window, “Aren’t you busy with your guild affairs to call me?”

“I can still rest, can’t I? Here I was being nice and now I’m scolded.” You hummed, knowing the man from the other end heard it loud and clear. There was a pause before he continued, “Any regrets? Might as well say it since the world is ending.”

“Why should I tell you?” You meant it as a tease since you two have been close and shared a lot with each other. Way more that people could have confused you two as lovers at some point.

“Think of it as a goal for your next life. I wish we had our silly friendship and that there were no more beasts to fight off so I could work.”

You remained silent for a while. What would you wish for? What was your regret? You glanced over to a corner, you know it was because of the lighting that there was a shadow, but you couldn’t help but be reminded of a certain someone. Your lips moved while your eyes were glued to the shadow, speaking your mind, “I regret having let down my guard for him. I wish… I never met him.”

Whether it was the heavens taking pity on you or cursing you, you can’t tell. The moment you woke up, you were back home and alive. The only difference was that you have shrunk. No. That’s too light of a term. To be more specific, you have turned back to a child. It made no sense whatsoever that it was a dream. A dream too realistic since you could feel the clothes covering your body and the wind against your skin, even smell the familiar cooking of your parents. Not to mention, eat it!

You accepted it as reality when a week passed and nothing changed. You figured that you were reliving your life due to regrets. Or maybe a lot of people had regrets so everyone is reliving their lives right now. Yet you were the only one who seemed to have remembered anything about Hunters and Gates. Well, the moment you realized that, you shut up and said it was all a dream to anyone you asked, a child’s fantasy is wild after all, so none was the wiser. 

First things first, though, you had to avoid being in the same high school as Jinwoo. Easy enough as you had another school that was much closer to your apartment now. It was so easy for you to change your future since you were the only one that know what would happen. Cha Hae-In is Jinwoo’s fated lover, so at some point, they’d meet each other and fall in love. No surprise, but you want to be away from that drama.

“Dear! Can you get the door for me?” Your mother’s shout brought you out of your musical trance.

“Yes, mom!” You placed your violin down and hopped onto the couch. Your footsteps pitter-patter through the floor. You reached the door and opened it, knowing the metal fence as the outer door was closed to protect you in case of an attempt at breaking and entering. “Who is it—?!”

The bright red hair and the matching red eyes, you recognize them anywhere. The boy in front of his parents smiled with his head bowed to give his greetings. “Hello! I’m Choi Jong-In, your new neighbour. I’ll be studying at XXXX Middle School if you want,” His closed-eyes smile softened as his eyelids opened again to meet your shocked gaze. “We can walk to school together.”

Words seemed to have been sucked out of your mouth as you stared at the boy. Your parents had come to the door and welcomed the boy inside while you were still in a daze. In the past, you had never met Jong-In this early; you met him when you two were in college and Jinwoo in high school. Perhaps because you avoided meeting Jinwoo, now you met Jong-In. Well, you can’t complain. It was a good change.

“What a coincidence! We go to the same school.” You smiled back and introduced yourself. He repeated your name, and a wave of nostalgia washed over you. And so started your friendship with your former best friend from your past life.

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As time passed, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years. There were no such things as Gates or Hunters or even mana. Everything was just perfectly normal, just as you pleased. You momentarily looked up from your phone at the cluster of people before you stared up into the sky. Your eyes widened as you caught sight of what appeared to be a Gate in the sky. Even after a few moments, nothing happened, and no Hunters were awakened. You couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You passed by an ice cream shop and wondered if you should grab a cup of ice cream while waiting for your friends. Your attention was taken away when your phone buzzed and you looked down once more to see what the notification was about. Ah, your friend’s here.

You walked away from the shop and entered the crowd, entirely missing the boy who rushed out of his seat from the window table and tried to catch you. You heard your name being called out, and you went in that direction, finding the redhead waving his hands in your direction. You chuckled and went over to him. “Hey.”

“Hey to you too, let’s get out of here. It’s so crowded.” Jong-In placed his arm around your shoulders and led you away from the crowd. 

When you look back up at the sky, nothing happens, and the crowd starts to disperse. As you and Jong-In chatted up a storm, ignoring the chatter around you two, you also didn’t notice how the boy had stared at you longingly with guilt and envy in his eyes while the shadows around him twisted and swirled, reflecting his conflicting emotions. 

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“Have you heard? That running star, Sung Jinwoo, is going to this college too!”

“I heard! I also heard he’s still single too!”

“You think I got a chance with him?”

“No way. I heard he’s a heartbreaker! Even Cha Hae-In’s no match for him.”

“Aw… That’s crazy.”

You stood up and moved to another seating area with a deadpan emotion. After finding a good seat, you sat down and returned to whatever you were doing on your phone. Up until now, you had been able to predict what happened since that was the point in time that Jinwoo went to become a Hunter. Basically, since high school, you were on your own. You managed just fine because the moment you weren’t in the same school as Jinwoo, it was the same as you never having to meet each other. Even better as it saved you from heartache and unnecessary emotions.

Still. You were beyond confused as to why Jinwoo wasn’t together with Cha Hae-In when they were so lovey-dovey in your previous life. There’s no way you heard it right. Gossip is just that, gossip. It’s never true, and even if some parts are, the majority of them are twisted to match whatever the listener and speaker want to hear or know. 

The students in the lecture hall suddenly squealed as they all whispered about the newest student who came in. You glanced up and huffed with a smirk, watching with a teasing look at Jong-In, who was called by men and ladies alike. He was popular, after all. He came to your seat and gave you that gentlemanly smile, “Come on, you free to go now?”

“Geez, not sure. I feel like sitting a bit longer.” You taunted shamelessly.

You watched as his eye twitched and his smile widened dangerously. “Don’t be such a tease. You know we’ll be late for lunch.”

“Lunch is a whole few hours long; we can afford to be late for a few… say… 30 minutes or so?”

At your words, Jong-In immediately started packing your belongings for you, strapping your bag over his shoulders, then pulling you out of your seat and dragging you out of the hall. People all cooed in your direction, some even whistled. 

You let him do so until you two were in a more secluded hallway when you spoke up. “You know I was just teasing. Who told you to be so popular?”

“And here I thought having you around me would ward off people…” Jong-In sighed, finally letting you go of your hand. “Sorry for being rough.”

“It’s no big deal.” You shrugged and took back your bag. “So, the confessions are still sky high?”

“Not sky high, but still a number of them.” Jong-In fixed his glasses, raking his hair with his fingers, “Seriously, I just want to focus on my studies and get started on my work!”

You and Jong-In have been close and the best of friends, in the past and current life. In both lives, he was basically married to work, or study at the moment. Jong-In had no want for romance, and you avoided the whole romance thing, so both of you came to the agreement of being a fake couple to ward off other people. Since you two were close enough to do what couples do without feeling romantically attracted to the other, well, nothing like kissing but hand-holding and hugging was acceptable.

Jong-In looked over to you, who was still very much unaffected and chill about everything. The winds seemed to pick up when his words escaped his lips. “What will you do if Sung Jinwoo finds you when I’m not around?”

Your eyes darted to his before you blinked and looked out the window, “I doubt it. Let’s just say I have a strong feeling that he’s making a mistake if he does come to me.” You smiled at Jong-In while your eyes seemed devoid of light. “I’ll just direct him to the right one.” You blinked and, like a switch, returned to normal. “Why the sudden question?”

A finger of his pointed behind you, “Because he’s coming in this direction and I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”

Note: First part out! This request has been sitting in my inbox for a while, sorry it took so long. As you could tell, I had other stories and stuff to do. But it's out! Thoughts, everyone?

Circe Y.

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Lady Henituse | Masterpost

— pairing » Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo x OC/Reader

— summary » Cale Henituse has a wife. A fucking wife. And as far as Kim Rok Soo knows, ‘Isabella Henituse’ did not exist in the ‘Birth of a Hero’. Much less a wife.

— warnings » cursing/swearing, angst, fluff, (more to be added)

— status » soon.

Prologue » Isabella knew enough that the man in front of her is not her husband. Not the Cale Henituse she knows.

I » Kim Rok Soo didn’t expect to wake up at someone gently combing their fingers through his hair. But no matter how tempting it was to succumb to it, he can’t. Because Kim Rok Soo definitely remembers that there isn’t anyone who would do this to him.

Masterlist

Solo Leveling Headcanons

General Sung Jin-Woo Boyfriend

S Rank s/o

Friendly Ruler S/O

Masked S Rank S/O

Soul Reaper S/O (Friends + Romance)

Solo Leveling Timestamps

[11:38]

[2:30]

[7:30]

[1:54]

Solo Leveling Imagines

Exhausted

Like It?

Admiration

Jealousy

Bullied (no shadows)

Sorry

Solo Leveling Reactions

Sung Jin-Woo’s Reaction to an Affectionate S/O

Sung Jin-Woo: PDA

Reaction to You Getting Hurt + Bonus

Attractive S-Rank S/O

Introvert S/O

Traumatized by Cosmetics

Trying to Ignore Ex!Boyfriend Jin-Woo

Lazy S/O

Requests are Closed