#an attempt at fluff but ends at no comfort so y'know.......

[michyeosseo]

semidoyi backstory;

title taken from lyrics to lifts, c/o my 아두 derangement playlist ♡

[larueluvr]

Hands off

Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of demeter!reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment, some gross boy, unwanted touch, swearing, some fluff near the end, petnames, established relationship between Clarisse and read- implied to have been dating for a while, I think thats all but let me know if I missed anything :)

Apologies in advance to anybody named Jackson 🙏🏼

It's pretty short cause this is my first time writing in Tumblr

You and Clarisse had a perfect contrast of personalities. You were know as the counselor of the Demeter cabin: kind, collected, and gentle. Clarisse, on the other hand, was regarded by several campers as temperamental and mean. She'd never been like that with you, though. Sure you'd seen that side of her in some situations, but it'd never been directed at you. To her, you were an angel. A queen. And she'd rather every person in that camp think of her as some aggressive bully before she'd ever let anyone treat you otherwise.

You and Clarisse had met up for the camp bonfire not long ago: maybe 30 minutes or so before she'd been asked by a younger camper of Ares cabin for some help, begrudgingly leaving the space beside you empty and promising to be back quick.

After a few minutes by yourself, you heard footsteps trailing up behind you. The person stepped over the log you were sat on and you turned your head to see a boy you weren't sure you'd met before sitting a bit too close for your comfort. He was tall, decently bigger than you, with muscles and long-ish wavy brown hair which you honestly doubted had been washed in a few days.

"Jackson. Cabin 12" he introduced himself. Dionysus. You figured that explained the smirk of false confidence he wore as he rested a hand on your knee. "Im-" "I know who you are" he cuts you off. Your face contorted into a strange mix of a frown and grimace. "You're y/n. I've had my eye on you." His smile as he says this seemed as though it were meant to charm you, though that paired with what he said only gave you an uneasy feeling as you lifted his hand off your knee and promptly dropped it.

"Actually I was gonna say I'm seeing someone" you reply shortly. He chuckles, less humor to it though as it seems more mocking than anything, moving his hand back to your knee with more force to it this time, and his other taking your hand in his. "And I'm sure that 'someone' couldn't possibly make you feel as good as I can."

"She actually-" him cutting you off was starting to seriously piss you off, as well as this frankly disgusting hand placement. "She? Oh you're way too pretty to be gay, princess. Maybe you just need the right guy. Y'know, if you gave me a chance I could be that for you." You made another attempt to pull your hand from his and remove his other off your knee, ultimately failing due to the force he used.

"Don't call me that. And get the hell off me" you say harshly, pushing against his arm as his hand travels the tiniest bit up from your knee. "Just let me prove it to you" he says with sickly flirty tone.

Before you could respond, you saw a familiar figure speed past you and to the boy sat beside you. His touch was removed in an instant as he was lifted from his seat and held by his shirt as your girlfriend stood angrily Infront of him, everyone's gaze falling upon the scene unfolding. "Get your hands off of her before you fucking lose them" she says loudly, shoving him onto the ground and watching with a sadistic smirk as she watches him scamper off weakly, having lost every ounce of that confident facade he'd worn just moment ago.

Looking away, she saw the eyes on you both and she knew the affect it'd have on you. "What!?" She shouts, resulting in each and every person returning to (or at least pretending to) do what they had been doing.

The second she turned back to you she saw that look on your face that she knew all to well. She walked over and placed a hand on your back as she lead you away and back to your cabin where it could just be you two since everyone was out at the bonfire or wandering camp.

The second that door shut your arms were wrapped around her, head in the crook of her neck, yet you stayed silent. "You're okay. I got you," she assures as her arms wrap around your waist. She may not have been the best at comforting people but she'd picked some stuff up from you not only watching you with the younger campers in your cabin, but from you comforting her. In a way, you'd softened her. Unsurprisingly, you were the only one who got to see that side of her. You sigh, and she combs her fingers through your hair the way you always did for her.

"Thank you," you whisper softly. "It's my job," she says playfully "as your awesome, amazing, totally hot girlfriend that could, and does, treat you about a million times better than that asshole ever could." You move your head from her shoulder and look up at her with a soft smile as her hands rest on your waist and yours on her shoulders.

"You're an idiot." "think I remember you calling me your idiot, mama." she teases as she lifts your hand and presses a delicate kiss to the back of it.

[erensonly]

thinking about sweet data analyst!reader being quiet as a mouse always scaring the boys. scares them so much they think abt getting her a bell. lets get into some backstory bc this may be a mini series 😈

contains: extreme fluff, ooc writing, love is used as a pet name, no pronouns used, references to DV pls read at your own discretion.

you were the new data analyst for the 141. before, you only worked with Kate, gathering and analyzing data for her but she thought you would be so much more helpful to the task force since their old analyst had retired. you were hesitant at first, not really wanting to be around a group of men. why should you leave your comfort zone?

this did not work with laswell. she had taken you in after you stumbled to the gates of the base, attempting to stop crying to give them an explanation and sporting bruises on your face and hands. luckily she had been there to meet with john when she had heard the guards complaining about a crying woman refusing to leave. she had helped you in more than one way. even allowing you to stay with her until you could find a job and move by yourself.

when she had found out you knew your way around computers, her face lit up like a christmas tree, telling you she had the perfect job for you. you were hesitant to take the job, knowing the work she did involved the military, you didn't know if you wanted to take the job. you had tried to convince her that it was fine, but once laswell has her mind made up, that's it.

thats how you ended up here, wanting oreos. you didn't mean to scare them at first. they were a little scary and you wanted nothing to do with them at first.

you just wanted the oreos but ghost was in the way, facing the opposite way with his head in his phone. you stood there awkwardly at first,not wanting to ask the big man to move but you really wanted those cookies. you stand there for a bit debating if you'll wait for him to leave the room or grow some balls and just ask him to move. you decided on doing neither.

you made your way towards him as quickly as you could; the plan was to just reach up and grab the chocolate cookies so you could go back to your desk before ghost could say anything. trying to get closer to the cabinet, you find yourself pushed up against the counter, a large hand wrapped around your wrist. when he realized it was you, he let you go with a big sigh. "scared the shit out of me. when did you get in here?"

"uh.. not too long ago." that was all you could muster, the man was too intimidating. you awkwardly shuffled towards the cabinet with the cookies and reached up to get them. mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. slithering back to your desk, you leave ghost stunned and only able to mutter a quick "bloody hell" before going back to his phone.

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the next time you interact with the 141 outside of working it's with gaz. from the small conversations you had, he seemed very nice with a kind smile and calming aura. this time you were trying to make your way to price's office to give him a manila folder with the information he requested. you had walked to the door but heard talking, maybe he was busy. you decided that you would wait to give him the folder so you wouldn't have to speak to whoever was in the office.

it felt like time was going so slow and by the time the person had walked out, you were leaning against the corner of the wall, head against the wall in a way that you had have to almost round the corner to be able to see you. you looked up, and the man look like he just had a heart attack. clutching his chest like he was clutching his pearls and purse and breathing heavily. "Jesus, love,gotta say something. have you been waiting out here long? you could've just came in, y'know?" all the questions were becoming overwhelming when you just gripped his lips to silence him.

it took his look of surprise and a bit of thought to realize what you did. you had just grabbed the lips of a soldier. not just any soldier but a heavily decorated soldier who was apart of The john price's task force. he could kill you faster than you can say you're sorry. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, you just kept talking and i didnt know what to do. please don't kill me." you had finished your mini rant only to see him doubled over in laughter. he was in tears.

"did you just silence me?" he asked between laughs. you didn't understand what the hell was funny, this man is going to kill you. while he was still laughing and trying to get soap on the phone, you tiptoed into price's office to give him the folder, telling him that if he found you dead on base it was gaz before scurrying out of his office. john was left looking confused because he had just heard kyle laughing a few seconds ago.

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next was soap. sweet, sweet soap. he genuinely did his best to welcome you into their group, but you didn't really seem interested. he eventually just took any interaction you two had and replayed it in his head over and over again. you were just so sweet, how could he not? you still got lost on base sometimes since everything was one monotone grey and everything looked the same. and it was just your luck that the only people around were new recruits and other people you never spoke to. turning, you see soap heading toward the mess hall.

when you sped up to catch him, he's surprised. he even did that cartoon cat jump they do before running off. he started saying something in a language you don't understand when you cut him off. "not sure what you're saying but i agree. anyway, where's the gym? i need to ask ghost a question." he was shocked to see you turn around and wait for him to lead the way. he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. such a hasty girl; you always said everything you needed to say as fast as you could before turning away, giving him a look at allat movement back there.

he laughed again before helping you find ghost. and you still don't get why these men find you so funny. there is nothing funny about them being so scary.

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lastly, we got my husband john. he was made aware of your situation and why you acted the way you did before you started working under him. he couldn't help but think you were a sweet, hard working little thing. never with much to say, and so skittish. he may have told you that he doesn't know how to access the files on his computer just so he can see you come to his office with a folder. is it a crime to want to see such a sweet face?

john had told you he would like to see you after debriefing and that he would just let you know. but you had already finished your work of the day an you spent your free time playing whatever games you could access on your computer. you eventually started to feel restless so you decided to sit in price's office until he got there. there was a couch in a corner of the room, worn but comfortable. you could imagine the boys laying on the couch talking mindlessly to john.

you had sunken into the corner of the couch, curling up in a way that you would have to step completely into the office to see you sitting there. it had been a good 10 minutes of sitting in silence before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but it sounded like john was on the phone. he, not long after, walked into the room, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear with a stack of folders in his hands.

"-exactly. yeah i'll be on it right away. bye." and as he's turning around, you're sitting up straighter and he yells. and i mean one of those old people, "help i've fallen" type of yelps; and he drops his files on the floor. you just give him a blank stare.

"good God. when did you get in here?" you just shrug, brushing over the question. "what was it that you needed from me sir?" that's when he knew, you were going to be the death of the 141. literally.

[updownlately]

it's my right to be hellish (i still get jealous)

| leah williamson x reader | fluff | 1.6k | a/n: got this req a while back and i just got around to it. my bad for the wait amigo and thank you for being patient! not really sure how this turned out tbh but i hope you like it! happy reading folks! 🫶

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"That hoodie's not yours, and it most definitely isn't mine..."

The voice behind you caused you to jump in your place, the hairs on the back of your neck rising as your were shook out of your thoughts by your favourite blonde.

Turning around with a smirk on your face, you tilted your head in challenge.

"You're right...it's not yours and it's not mine."

You watched as Leah's eyebrows rose at your words, the blonde stepping closer to you as her arms settled on either side of the countertop beside you, effectively trapping you in.

Eyes tracing her jaw as you watched it clench, you bit back a sly smile.

You absolutely loved this side of Leah, her possessive nature never not welcome by you.

Wanting to tease her a bit more, to drag this interaction out for as long as possible, you bent your head down, pretending to examine the hoodie.

"Still though, this might have to be one of the most comfortable things I've worn in a while..." Grasping the fabric tightly in your hand, you hid your smile, not needing to take a peek at Leah's face to know her reaction. You could practically imagine the slightly icy look in her eyes at your words, posture probably straightening as she took a deep breath in.

"Even softer than my hoodies that you steal?"

The midfielder's voice was audibly lower this time, the challenge clear in her voice.

Keeping your game up, you shrugged your shoulders and looked up to meet her eyes, shuffling ever so slightly back into the countertop so that it pressed against your back.

"I mean...it's up there for sure, y'know?”, an amused look crossing your face.

At your words, you could see Leah's body tense, forearm muscles already more apparent than before, neck vein joining the party.

"Yeah? And who might the owner of the hoodie be? Just in case I wanted to ask them where they got it?”

The way the Arsenal player tilted her head down towards you at the end of the sentence let you know you were successful in your attempt to rile her up, the dark look in her eyes a clear indication of the storm brewing inside.

Not bothering to hold your grin back anymore, you tilted your head back, mischievous eyes meeting Leah's, watching as her stormy blue eyes slowly turned into something slightly softer, a tad bit more playful, as she recognized the look in your eyes.

"You're being a little shit, I hope you know that." The words came out deep, her stepping closer to you, arms coming to trap you right between her body and the counter, not giving you much room to move.

Hands skimming your torso as she closed the gap between your bodies, you held your breath, lips pursed.

Slightly breathless, your words came out airy, the close proximity of your girlfriend making your head hazy, body involuntarily inching towards the blonde, trying to get closer.

“Yeah? And what about it?"

You shot Leah a sweet smile as she took in your words, doing your best to hold back your laughter at the situation.

The tables were very quickly reversed though, Leah moving even closer to you, causing you to hold your breath. Clenching the edge of the tabletop behind you, you stopped yourself from wrapping your arms around her neck with every ounce of willpower you could muster.

However, your eyes involuntarily fluttered shut as her breath fanned over your face, you letting out a small sigh, your plan to tease the blonde quickly forgotten as her perfume wrapped around you sweetly.

"If you tell me who's hoodie this is, I won't start hiding my old national hoodie from a few camps ago..."

Your eyes snapped open at Leah's words, mouth opening and closing a few times as you stood there bewildered.

“Wait wha- What??…No!” Snapping out of your haze, your eyes went wide. "I love that hoodie! And you know it!" You protested, mouth hanging open at the lengths Leah was going to.

"I mean, you said it yourself- this raggedy, old, faded hoodie is your favourite right now, right?"

You audibly gulped at her words, goosebumps rising on your skin as you felt Leah's hands trace the fabric near your hip, her grasp around your torso getting just perfectly tighter, causing your heart to beat faster.

"I- uhm..." Distracted by the touch, you tried to find your composure, a chill running up your spine as the Gunner's hand skimmed the small of your back.

"You what? You wanna continue having your little fun? Or do you wanna finally be good and tell me whose hoodie you're wearing? Because we both know the longer this goes on, the more difficult this is going to get for you. So make it easy, yeah? Might just even let you off lightly even though you tried to rile me up..."

Just barely managing to register Leah's words, her ministrations and low voice intoxicating, you nodded subconsciously.

"That's what I figured..."

Snapping out of your trance briefly at the tone in her voice, you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Cockiness doesn't look so good on you love..."

"Neither does this hoodie on you," came the quick quip, a singular eyebrow raised and a smirk dancing on Leah's face.

Throwing your head back, you let out a small groan. Of course you couldn't get out of this, Leah's possessiveness too much for you to tease the blonde to your liking.

"Leah, you're ruining my fun here!" Whining, your shoulders dropped, nose scrunching in playful displeasure.

"What can I say, something about seeing my girl in someone else's hoodie really kills the comedian in me..."

Seeing Leah smile at her own words, you wondered if you could somehow still continue your little game.

Your thoughts were cut short though, Leah reading your mind nearly immediately.

"Don't even think about weaselling your way out of this one..."

You sighed at her perfect read of you.

Just great- the joys of dating for nearly a year.

"Alright, fineeeee...it's Steph's hoodie okay? She gave it to me after it shrunk in the wash a few weeks ago…,” you pouted, very much displeased at the fact that your little mission had to have been aborted, you not afraid to express it.

"Steph? As in straight Stephy on our team right?"

Nodding your head you scrunched your nose.

"Yes Lee- our teammate Steph."

"Oh..."

"Just ‘oh?'" You asked, mind shook at the fact that this was the only reaction you were getting.

Eyes focused on Leah as you watched her take a step back from you, her eyes running over you and the fabric you wore, you tilted your head in curiosity, waiting.

"It's just Steph, it's not that bad."

Not content with your teasing from earlier being cut short, you decided to give it another shot.

"So you won't mind if I wear this more often, right?"

"Oh fuck no!"

And with those words, Leah stepped right back to you, hands coming to grab at the hem of your hoodie, tugging it not so gently, silently asking you to raise your hands.

"Leah!"

"What?" The blonde feigned innocence, actions not ceasing.

"You can't just make me take the hoodie off!"

"If you rather I take it off in another setting, I can make it happen," she smirked, a wink shot at you as her hands stopped their movement, instead now grasping the hoodie tightly. 

"Leah!"

"This isn't quite the situation where I pictured you screaming my name, but I'll take it." The forward response had you hitting the blonde, scrunching your face in clear displeasure.

Realizing you weren’t going to take off the hoodie, Leah spoke again. “Come on! You're my girlfriend- you're supposed to wear my hoodies! Not Steph's!" she groaned, stomping her foot petulantly.

“It's just a hoodie, Leah,” you shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing at her antics.

“Yeah, well so are mine. Wear those! Plus, you look better with my last name on your back- the world's gotta know your mine, capiche?” 

Shaking your head, you chose to finally put the taller girl out of her misery, a shy smile overtaking your face at the last sentence.

Letting the blonde rid you of the hoodie, you didn’t complain one bit as that simple task turned into more than just your hoodie being removed, the English skipper’s lips dancing around your neck and collarbones, slipping up along the slope of your neck in satisfaction of ‘winning’. 

As Leah kissed you to the point where you forgot Steph's hoodie even existed, you silently appreciated the little green monster inside her heart, her possessiveness most definitely not something your minded.

And later that night, you smiled as Leah handed you her old England hoodie as you both got ready for bed,  the two of you dead tired from an exhausting evening of strenuous activities, you silently thanking Steph’s dryer with a smile on your face.

Turning off your bedside lamp, you cuddled into Leah’s side in the dark room, placing a quick kiss on the blonde's lips, a sneaky smile on your face. 

Choosing to let her in on a little secret, you got comfortable in her hold, waiting until she had settled down so that she couldn’t tickle you like she likely would have. 

“Fun fact- Steph's hoodie never had a chance on any of yours...it didn't smell like you."

A bashful grin on your face, you carefully watched for the midfielder’s reaction at your next words, absolutely loving the way she rolled her eyes at you before tugging you impossibly closer, a gentle kiss placed on your lips before soft words were spoken against them.

“Good. ‘Cause you’re mine- now and forever.”

And that’s how you two fell asleep- soft smiles on both your faces, limbs tangled together, breaths mingled, hearts more than content in each other’s presence.

[venusbby]

yes, you're my lover.

☆ characters/pairings: guitarist!band member!itoshi rin x fem!reader.

☆ warnings: fluff/suggestive. cursing. sort of making out. rin is a bit touchy, but that's all. isagi and kunigami are mentioned.

☆ note: no. don't ask me anything. i listened to romantic lover by eyedress while writing this <3

summary: your boyfriend could care less about performing when you're lip-locked with him in a not so comfortable changing room.

"rin,"

he absentmindedly hums against your skin, visibly more focused on you than the loud, muffled voices of his friends calling his name outside.

"rin, they're looking for you."

he finally pulls away from you. half lidded eyes travelling from your worried expression, then back to your swollen lips. he doesn't care how hot it is in the room at the moment, with the broken air conditioner and absolutely no windows.

the changing room was obviously not the best place for this, but it's of no use to complain as long as it has a shabby little couch that can occupy the both of you.

or at least, occupy him while he's got you on his lap.

"'ts fine," he sighs softly, grabbing his phone and quickly typing a text, not seeming to care about the numerous spelling mistakes. you watch him in astonishment as he types so fast with just one hand, while his other rubs your lower back soothingly. "the guys will understand."

"but you've got a whole crowd out there," you chuckle, adjusting your shirt a bit. you can hear the faint sounds of the people outside, and your heart speeds up a bit in nervousness as you realise that the show is supposed to start just in a few minutes. the unimpressed look in his eyes makes you smile harder as you run a hand down his neck, whispering. "y'know most of those women wanna see you."

he raises his eyebrows, setting down his phone next to him as it vibrates once more. probably a text back from isagi. he doesn't even bother to check. "i only care about one woman."

he leans in closer, just centimetres away, before adding quietly, "and right now, i think she should stop worrying so much and just kiss me."

you laugh just as your phone starts to ring.

"it's isagi," you say when you check it, looking at rin cautiously, waiting for any sign which tells you to reject it or answer.

but your boyfriend seems to be more interested in the task of playing with the hem of your shirt instead of this. he shrugs. you roll your eyes before holding the phone to your ear.

"he's with you, isn't he?" isagi's voice is panicked, almost breathless, as he talks before you can even say hello. you can hear the voices of the other band members talking in the background, obviously the confusion about rin's absence. "god, that fucking asshole. y/n, please give him the phone."

you don't say anything, holding out the phone towards rin. he only shakes his head, pushing it back towards you.

"uh, h-he's not feeling too well right now." you reply quickly, furrowing your eyebrows when rin nuzzles his face into your neck, your hand going up to play with his smooth hair as you try to sound as calm as possible.

"stop lying for him," isagi grumbles from the other line, almost sounding defeated. "if he didn't wanna perform tonight, he could've said it earlier."

you feel a little guilty for that. the reason the both of you ended up in this room in the first place was because you showed up to his gig unexpectedly. of course, he wasn't able to hold himself back from calling you backstage, because he hadn't seen you in days.

just calls and texts weren't going to satisfy him. he needed to be able to hold you, he needed to breathe in your perfume that he loved so much, he needed to feel your hands in his hair—

and he was living through exactly all of that right now, his hands wandering from your sides to your hips in a rhythm that only he knew, his teeth grazing against your neck in an attempt to remind you to just hang up.

you tried your best to speak without sounding breathless. "sorry about that. don't you guys, um, have another guitarist? what was his name a-again?"

isagi sighed through the phone, already aware of what was going on even though he wishes he wasn't. "yeah, kunigami's already on his way— just forget it. i'm hanging up now. tell that fucker to see me after the show."

you feel rin let out a deep breath when you toss your phone aside, his lips in a sly smile. "don't worry, he won't do anything. he's just a little jealous cause his girl isn't here tonight."

you shake your head, a giggle escaping you. the dimly lit room smells of smoke, dust and now rin's familiar cologne. the walls are painted a dark red, the paint almost chipping off. your eyes relax in the darkness as you stare down at him. "out of all the places, we just had to end up here."

"if anybody finds out, we're done for." you add, biting your bottom lip, still a bit nervous.

he nods at first. "i hate this place, but it pays surprisingly well," he pulls you closer, the rest of his sentence coming out in a low voice. "and i'm telling you not to worry. no one's gonna do shit— they know."

you let out a soft breath from your nose, amused and more relaxed now. your hands squeeze his shoulders to grab his attention. "yeah. they know how whipped you are for me."

he scoffs in return. you're talking as if he didn't have you gasping for air in this same room just a while ago. his fingers slip just a little under your shirt, brushing against your skin. "should i go back, then?"

you smile sheepishly, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin. you take in the sight of his chest heaving slowly under his white button up, eyeing down his rolled up sleeves, the light veins in his forearms. "no."

"good. because we're staying here until it's over." rin mumbles quietly. he's back to staring at your smiling lips now. they somehow call to him, and he's already kissing you as if it's the last time he gets to do it, when he already knows you're all his for the night. you hum during the kiss and hold his jaw carefully, letting him feel the rush of it all.

it's a cherry on top when you start to hear the faint music playing from outside, paired with the loud cheers of the crowd, and rin smirks against your lips when he recognises the tune, feeling glad that his bandmates decided to start with a song that makes the messy kiss even more meaningful.

🕊️ taglist: @hyomagiri @yoimyas @shuvvloverrr @hqfeatbetty @futuristicxie @brkfclub @lyssa-211 (don't know why u can't be tagged ajdnssjdf ?) and @rinniezz for being the reason i even wrote abt rin in a band 🤞

[praisethegabs]

TAKING CARE

pairing: leon kennedy x reader synopsis: he needs comfort and someone who cares about him, and you know he won't say it. at least, not out loud. author's note: another request, i think it's very cute. it's my first attempt to write a drabble, and here it is. this was heavily inspired by a conversation i had with my friend today! i hope you like it, anon 💓 warnings: just fluff in general with a small angst, no use of y/n, second person (you) word count: 934

Leon was a terrible liar.

You were his partner for years, and you were always there with him during assignments. You knew him better than anyone else and there was nothing he could hide from you. Your relationship with him was something very unique, and you knew you were the only person he truly trusted.

But oh lord, it was very hard to gain his trust.

That's why you didn't even cared having him laying on your couch on a Saturday night after almost one month away from home. He was tired just like you were and yet, he seemed bothered with something.

"Is everything okay?" you ask him, sitting on the floor, crossing your legs as you observes him.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he says, his arm resting on his face as he tries to protect his sight from the lights. "Just tired"

"You're a bad liar, Kennedy" You smirk, trying to provoke him as you poke his waist, making him groan a little. "Come on, big guy"

"I hate you" he muttered to you, slaping your hand from his waist, before he glances at you, getting more comfortable on your couch.

"You love me" you smirk, still poking him, which makes him sigh a little, rolling his eyes as he gets slightly annoyed by your insistence.

"Have you ever had this feeling... like... you don't belong to anyone else?" he asks you, sitting on your couch, sighing deeply. "Like... you're not destined to be with anyone? Always alone and this kind of bullshit?"

"Wow, I've never thought of that... why?" You raised an eyebrow, the smirk on your lips fading away, as you notice some sadness in his piercing blue eyes.

But he seemed hesitant for a moment, trying to find the right words to express himself, which was something he had a lot of trouble to do. Leon was a low profile person. He always kept things for him instead of opening himself up with others, so telling someone how he felt was a big deal.

"I mean, recently I've been asking myself if I'm not a lovable person, y'know? Like there's something wrong with me, like I don't deserve to be loved..." Leon avoids your gaze, focusing on your plant instead. You knew it was serious.

"Since when you've been thinking about this?" You ask him, joining his side on the couch, trying to gain his attention.

"I don't know... it's been a while. I feel like I won't end with someone, I won't have an happy ending, like everyone else. You know, everyone I ever cared about ended up betraying me or hurting me... which makes me ask myself if I'm not worthy of love" he finally looks at you and you can notice he's trying his best to not break in front of you.

How can you show him you care? How can you tell him he's worthy of love and he deserves all the happiness in the world? No matter what you say, he won't believe you. He's so broken inside, he's so shattered into a thousand of pieces that words can't fix him. How can you convince him he deserves only the best, when all he sees is pain and suffering? He was hurt before, and he tries so hard to hide it, but sometimes, when there's only you with him, he finally allows himself to be vulnerable. But this? This confession? Well, it's not like anything else you heard before.

So, with just an simple gesture, you just involved him in your arms, in a tight hug that could melt him inside you, where no one would hurt him again.

And when he feels this hug, when his skin touch yours, he knows he can be whatever he wants with you. He can be vulnerable, he can be everything he isn't while he's with others. Deep down, all he needs is someone to rely on. You.

"I have something to say, and I want you to hear me very carefully, Leon" you said, touching his face so he can look you in the eyes, and he just nods. "You're the most beautiful, lovely and bravest man I've ever knew. And by beautiful, I mean inside and out. You're worthy of all love of the world, you deserve to have an happy ending like everyone else and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise"

He smirks, even there's sadness in his eyes. He nods again, a few tears dropping from his eyes as he bury his face in your neck, seeking comfort. Gently, you start to stroke his hair, leaning against the couch to be more comfortable as he lays on your chest, breathing more calmly.

"Thank you" he whispers, closing his eyes as he can hear your heart beating calmly inside your chest, your fingers still playing with his hair. "For everything"

"What can I say? I love you, jerk" you smirk, looking down at him, his face buried on your neck, but a soft smile on his lips. "And you better remember that"

"I will. Always" his breath on your neck makes your body shiver, and he notices it, makes him smile even more.

This is the unique relationship you have with him. The only person who knows his insecurities, the person he always seeks when he needs comfort and assurance. By the end of the day, it's you he'll always want to be with.

"By the way, I'll always take care of you" you whisper to him, even though you knew he's asleep now. He's snoring softly and you know he's in peace. "Always"

[boomtastics]

Slams into your inbox

😎

Hey. I heard you wrote for gn reader? AHEMFNSUDHDJSJDJDJ IM SO AHHHHH/pos

Forgive my manners. Could I have a Malleus with a very sleepy s/o? Like they can fall asleep…anywhere

Even in dangerous situations 😭 and like Malleus just falls in love with them even more.

If not, no worries! I saw your repost and I was eating that up so good 😎 please and thank you sm!!!

Character(s) | Malleus Draconia, Silver

Type | Romance, Fluff

A/N: SO SORRY IT TOOK A BIT LONG HERE KITH KITH KITH

Mhm..." it was the only sound that came out of you. It was the last class of the day. Trein's class...the most boring of them all.

Trien was talking about some magical sorcerer or something, you didnt really pay attention. You where just trying to stay awake, Rubbing your eyes occasionally or yawning..maybe scratching your arm. All in a weak attempt to not drift off.

"Hey," Sliver said, poking your cheek with his pencil end. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked, a slight concern lacing his voice.

"Barely...I do this so much. I stay up on my phone, and then regret it the next day...doesnt help im already tired normally."

Silver chuckled, spinning his pencil in his hand. "I get that..not the phone part but y'know, just being..tired. all the time."

Not long after, classes ended, and right there was Malleus waiting by your class door. "Ah, child of man. How was your day?" He asked, grabbing a hold of your hand.

Still rubbing your eye, you replied "it was fine i guess. Jeez, im so tired. I swear im about to pass out..." you complained. "Oh my, let us go to my dorm, it would be best if you didnt pass out on the floor like Silver."

"Yeah, i guess so...Wheres grim?" You asked, worried for you little friend. "Do not worry, I believe he is with Trappola, Spade, and Rosehearts."

Sighing in relief, your mind was put to ease by his words. Soon, both of you left to his dorm, he held your arm tightly. Making sure if you did pass out, he would catch you immediately and make sure you didn't fall to the floor.

Getting to the dorm, you practically fell to his bed. "My, your quite comfortable, are you not?" He chuckled, sitting on the bed as it slightly dipped down. You groaned, shifting and moving around to find the perfect spot.

It wasnt long until you were absolutely comfortable and very sleepy. Malleus laid next to you, he reached his hand out towards to you. "May I?.." He asked permission to hold you. You nodded and yawned slightly.

Malleus wrapped his arms around you, holding you carefully and delicately. As if any pressure would shatter you.

"My love.. I am glad that I get to see you everyday. I am glad to be your lover. Each glance that you give me, every smile that we share, all our moments together, I treasure them all. I am proud to be with you, your kind heart had no bounds... I love you."

Awh. How sweet... But you where already asleep by then, his low and smooth voice luring you to slumber.

"Ah.. I suppose I will tell you again when you awake." He kissed your head gently and closed his eyes.

"Rest well my dear."

©𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒑𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.

[luckybunny555]

.˚◦⟡ Outta The Clouds✦.·୭ ˚○◦˚.

While hanging out with Gwen, you notice a slight change in her mood, so you try to cheer her up. She ends up confessing her feelings for you

🕷 Gwen Stacy x Spider!Reader 🕷

a/n: I got this idea when I discovered this song(title) and it was just so cute I had to write it! Reader's gender neutral, this is just pure fluff. okay, I realized there's actually a bit of angst too I guess, but juuust a little bit.

Oh, and another note, english isn't my first language so I was a bit unsure about a few words and terms I used(like "stunt" and "splutter" and "peck"), so please lmk if there's anything incorrect or other words that would fit better! Thank you :)

The sun was starting to hide behind the tall buildings of New York, turning the sky pink and lilac, and you and Gwen had been swinging through your city for a while now. She'd been helping you keep an eye out for any criminals or civilians who needed help, but mostly, she was just distracting you with her jokes and new "spider-stunts" she had learned. Not that you minded, though - neither of your spider-senses had warned you of any danger, so you had time to watch her and giggle at her little performances(clearly an attempt to catch your attention and impress you, but neither of you would admit it out loud). And to be honest, how could you mind it, when she was just so pretty and charming when showing off her new tricks, and how her experience as a dancer gave her a certain gracefulness, especially when she would land on some random roof? Safe to say, she had your attention all for herself.

Eventually, you two took a break, finding a nice spot on a tall building, sitting on the ledge to catch your breath and enjoy the view. Taking off your masks, you share a glace that makes both of you let out a chuckle. You return your attention to the setting sun, admiring its beauty. For a few moments, the two of you sit in silence, seeming peaceful and relaxed as you appreciated the scenery in front of you. Until you realize a slight change in Gwen's expression - head low, eyes focused on her hands, the corners of her lips almost curling down. You cross your legs, shifting slightly closer to her, your eyes sofly scanning her face.

"What's bothering you, pretty girl?" Your head tilts to the side as you offer her a gentle smile, earning from her a small chuckle. She looks at you for a moment, then turns her gaze back to her hands, fiddling with the fabric of her mask.

"Just... thinking about my dad," She responds quietly, letting out a sigh. You knew about what she was going through, and every time you were reminded of it, your heart would sink in your chest. Her words made you want to wrap your arms tightly around her and never let go, to protect her from everything else in the world, to create the most peaceful and safe world inside yourself just for her to live in. But instead, you simply placed your hand over hers, slowing down her nervous movements, making her turn her head to look at you.

You didn't really know what to do about it. If you could, you would solve all of her problems with a magic wand just so you could see her truly happy again. You'd do anything for her. But right now, the best you could do was cheer her up, get her mind off of her troubles and remind her that she was loved by many other people - but mostly, by you.

You reached for your phone, looking for a specific song from your playlist. "Y'know, I'm a firm believer that some songs offer more comfort than normal words can," You tell her, one hand still holding hers as the other holds your phone, your eyes fixed on it. When you find it, you put it on, turning up the volume and placing your phone in the small gap between you two, giving her a sweet, reassuring smile.

As the song starts, you start to sway your head and body to the rythm, the soft and uplifting energy taking over you. Occasionally, you'd sing along to some of the lyrics, either some "message" you wanted to emphasize, since you couldn't word them exactly yourself, or just some verse you had memorized. You took her hand, causing her to sway with you, earning a subtle chuckle from her as she shook her head, amused by your cheerful energy.

The way you smiled and sang along to the song got her stuck in a trance, unable to take her eyes off of you. It even brought a soft smile to her face. She was mesmerized by the way you moved so freely, and how careless and relaxed you seemed to be, even though she was watching. Truth is, sometimes your heart would skip a beat when you noticed her gaze on you, or you'd feel your cheeks heating up. But you tried to brush it off, because your goal was to lighten up her mood, and by the way her smile was growing wider, and how you'd occasionally hear a laugh from her, it seemed you were succeeding. So you kept swaying, occasionally using your intertwined hands as a fake microphone, looking at her while your singing mixed with giggles.

When the song ended, you exchanged a glance, causing you both to laugh. It warmed your heart to see her like that, genuine laughter escaping from her lips as she shut her eyes closed, shaking her head again. When both of you were able to quiet your laughter, your eyes met again, and time seemed to slow down as you observed how the golden light from the sunset illuminated her face. For a quick moment, that seemed to last longer than it did, you noticed the softness of her features, the color of her eyes, her freckles... You ended up forgetting that she was looking at you too.

"Can I tell you something?" She said, finally breaking the silence, snapping you out of your own trance. Her tone was soft and gentle, so you didn't notice the hesitance in her voice, and you couldn't tell how fast her heart was beating when she finally got the courage to speak. You nod, with your attention focused on her and not on the butterflies that seemed to appear in your stomach. "I feel like there's a sun inside my heart... whenever I'm with you."

Her words make your heart skip a beat, taken by surprise. You let out a nervous chuckle, averting her gaze for a moment as you try to soothe your own quick heartbeats, and failing at that. You bring one of your knees up, close to your chest, and rest your head on top of it, taking a deep breath as you look at her. "Does it feel like it's burning?" You joke, trying to cope with your nervousness. But you could feel your cheeks burning, and it wasn't from the warm sunlight that hit your skin.

She shakes her head, chuckling. "Feels more like a blanket," she tells you, and you could swear the way her eyes reflect the setting sun is the prettiest thing you've ever seen. "You make me comfortable," she adds, "and I find myself looking for any opportunity to spend time with you, because you're so bright and sweet, that I just want to..." she doesn't finish her sentence, letting out a sigh as she seems to think about her next words.

Your eyes are fixed on her, studying carefully her expression, and waiting expectantly for her to speak again. You could tell where this was going, and the sensation of butterflies kept growing, making you eager to hear what she would say next. The whole world seemed to fade away in this moment, the girl beside you seemed more interesting and beautiful than anything else.

"I want to be with you, like, all the time," she finally declared, chuckling nervously while turning her gaze to you, looking for your reaction as she tried to figure out what you were feeling or thinking. "I hope you get what I mean, I'm not really sure how to put this into words," she spluttered, unsure about your feelings for her.

"Mm-hm," you nod with a subtle smile, unable to form a coherent sentence with your heart pounding in your chest and your mind emptying with each second that you stare at her. Everything around you seemed to melt like ice-cream, and so did your heart.

She turns her head to face you, your eyes meeting again, and at this point, you can't ignore your butterflies anymore. With a bit of hesitancy, she slowly leans closer to you, moving her gaze from your eyes to your lips as she waited for a hint of your consent. When you finally leaned closer, mirroring her, she connected your lips and hers. She brought her hand to your cheek as she gave you another peck on your lips, gently holding your face. You weren't sure if this moment lasted forever or just a second, but you were simply glad for experiencing it.

The both of you slightly pull away, breaking the kiss with a soft smile on your faces, but you keep your eyes closed for a second longer. When your eyes meet again, you let out a giggle, appreciating the moment - and grateful for her confession. You shift your body closer to hers, laying your head on her shoulder to watch the almost hidden sun. You could still feel the warmth on your cheeks when she placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before resting her head on yours, breaths slowing down and matching your rhythm.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. For now, it certainly was, because she could feel you right next to her, and that was enough to spark some hope in her heart.

[phntmeii]

hi! i love ur fics. if ur comfortable with it, do u think you could please write anything about miles Morales (1610) finding out about the reader s3lf h4rming? its totally okay if your not comfortable with it. thank you so much, have a great day!

♡ Miles Morales Discovers Reader Self-Harms

[ SFW + No Gendered Terms]

General Warnings: Descriptions of Self-Harm, Mentions of blood, Suicidal Ideation

A/N: Ty anon for the request!! :) And ofc to everyone reading, this is meant to be comfort/fluff (can be read as platonic or romantic) but if you practice self-harm, please confide in someone you trust to assist you in straining away from such behaviors. I believe in you! :)

❌ Miles was on patrol at night, rooftop to rooftop with the lights of New York lighting the streets. He found comfort in the familiarity of the smells, sounds and lights.

❌ But hey, he knew you'd probably be up and he wasn't too far from your place. Why not swing by?

❌ Coming to your window, you kept it unlocked since Miles had made a habit of coming through and using you as an excuse for why he'd be late all the time. And that's when he saw.

❌ It took him a moment for him to realize what you were doing. All he could see was the red liquid seeping from your wrists as your back was to him.

❌ Without thinking, he stumbled into the room, startling you and making you drop everything to look at him.

❌ He quickly gathers himself onto his feet and raises his hands in surrender. "Woah! Woah! I- Uh- Hey! I didn't mean to... Um."

❌ You felt embarrassed. Caught doing something that you knew was wrong and yet it was all routine. A habit of hateful comfort. You had slinked into yourself, attempting to hide what you already knew he had seen.

❌ And Miles was a panicked mess. He wanted to help more than anything but this was... sensitive. This wasn't saving people from a robbery or anything. This was someone close to him hurting themselves.

❌ He wanted to ask why. Wanted to magically make the wounds disappear but he lowered his hands and stepped closer.

❌ "Hey... I just... Let me see."

❌ You hesitated again, looking aside. Shame and regret filled you at what you had done. There was that adrenaline in the moment but the shattering sadness once that second was gone. And being caught made it all the worse. You reluctantly let your arms fall to your side as you felt the blood trickling down your arms.

❌ Miles didn't know what to do other than slowly approach. You didn't know what he'd do. If he would yell at you, scold you, look at you in disgust. But all he did was pull you in for a hug. He didn't ask for a reason, he didn't yell, no words came out. He just held you and everything poured at once.

❌ For so long there was that lone struggle. That lone desire to have all that you've lived for end but there was always that glaring reason not to. For a friend, for that one family member, for something. But day by day, selflessness was becoming the desire to be selfish. But here was Miles, seeing you at your worse and he didn't back away or run.

❌ For a minute or two, nothing was said. Just being held in his arms while you cried so much that your forehead was pounding in hurt. He sat you down in your bed, moving away for a moment and returning with a cloth to pat down the mess. Miles looked up at you with soft eyes, speaking quietly.

❌ "We don't have to talk about it. But I'm always gonna be here for you, y'know? I... I don't want you to think you're alone."

❌ Miles didn't make you promise anything back. He didn't shame you or make your harm about him as he carefully patched up the wounds. All he knew was that someone he knew was hurting and he wanted to be there for them.

❌ From that point on, you noticed Miles made more of an effort to check in on you, hang out with you more, swing by to your place more often.

❌ There was never judgement in his eyes. Miles was going to be there for you always. He was the proclaimed hero for New York but he was your own personal hero in a way.

❌ He kept a specific day of the week where it was a promised day to hang out. Watch your favorite movie, gossip and share the same snacks.

❌ You knew it was all in an effort to make you feel better. And a part of you felt guilty in knowing that was why. But Miles was an earnest and caring person. Everything he did, he did for you. And there was never a point where he'd let you feel alone again. Even if you slipped back into old habits, he'd be there to hold your hands and lead you back to him.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[citruslullabies]

Hello! Can I request a romantic! catnap x cat critter reader?

Catnap sees the reader feeling down about herself so he tries to help with comforting words. And when all else fails, Catnap spends the rest of the day at his house, entertaining the reader by being silly to make sure she keeps a smile, ending the day with cuddles.

P.S - Thank you and I love your stories <3

Awh thank you hon!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): catnap x cat!reader

Word count: 450

Purrfect Distractions

You and Catnap had been a couple on the show for awhile now, and everything was swell. You got along with everyone and it was just all a lot of fun, and nothing but happy memories.

So when you had a full smile and slumped eyes, that was a red flag for your feline partner. He slowly walked up behind you, his tail wrapping around yours loosely as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Kitty? What's wrong?” He asked softly, cocking his head to the side as he sat beside you.

“Nothing… I just feel like I don't belong here, y'know? Like I was just a random asset they added.” You murmured, shrugging as your ears were flat against your head and paws tucked neatly against your fluffy chest. He understood what you were feeling but he still didn't like that you felt this way.

He nuzzled against the side of your face, using his sandpaper like tongue to bathe behind your ear to cheer you up. Cats being cats. “Well, I think you fit in just fine. I like having you here.” The purple cat purred, smiling lazily at you as he attempted to be a knight in shining armor that could rescue your smile. “It's nice having another cat… a pretty kitty at that.” He said, trying to cheer you up.

But it wasn't working, and you still seemed so down. He frowned but was determined to see you smile again; even if that meant having to behave like Dogday. He stood up and took your paw in his, carefully guiding the both of you back to his house. Or well the house you two shared; being a couple on screen after all. And it saved space. You were confused but didn't say anything, watching with slight amusement at his antics.

He sat you down on the couch, before he left the room and came back with some canned tuna. He opened it, gave it to you and sat beside your figure. He watched as you carefully licked at the fish before cracking a joke. “Is it purrfect?” He cooed, emphasizing the purr and even adding his own as some background. Your ears twitched a bit as you blinked and looked up at your moonlight. “What??”

“I asked if it was purrfect, or is it hissgusting?” he asked, seeming awkward but smiling. You were quiet for a moment before erupting into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god. Catnap, that's so stupid.” You said through snorts and giggles. A smile reaching your eyes, and that's all he had wanted. He snuggled up against you and pressed his nose against yours. “It worked didn't it?”

You loved this dork.

Thanks for requesting!

[granddaughterogg]

Captain John Price comforts you

SUMMARY: You're going through Something (TM) and your commander offers you a hug and some kind words. Wholesome fluff with a tinge of simmering attraction. (Is it mutual? Who knows?)

Captain Price is an extremely perceptive man. He may be quite literally carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but that doesn't mean he can't spot when one of his men (or women) is in a bad way. You were hoping that both your face – unsightly red from all this crying - and your general wet cat aura would have escaped his attention. No such luck.

"A word with you, Private?"

"Yes Sir," you sighed obediently. You have survived a week from hell, and now it felt like you've been called to the principal's office. What could your impressive commander want from you? You didn't particularly feel up to the challenge.

The door of the Captain's office closed behind you with a quiet click, but to your ears, it sounded like the swish of a guillotine.

Price circled around his desk, perpetually cluttered with paperwork. He produced a cigar from his pocket, glanced at it - and then put it back. He seemed to struggle with something, which was strange for such a quick-witted and decisive man.

Finally, he sighed, ran a hand over his face and leaned his shapely bum against the edge of the desk. You waited patiently, keeping a proper distance and staring at your boots.

"Tell me, Private…" 

That honey-smooth voice of his always disarmed you. So rough, so well suited to shouting orders amidst battle, and yet so warm. Like a caress dipped in steel.

Sometimes you imagined him using this voice while talking to his children - two mythical beings whom you've never met. It was meant to stay that way.

"…Are you all right?"

The question blindsided you. You lifted your head abruptly and gave him a wide-eyed stare. You could feel the damn tears already welling up.

You hadn't expected this. You were ready for remarks about the quality of your work, which has diminished lately. For a succinct rebuke even - Price didn't like to prolong such things. 

You didn't expect concern.

He obviously noticed that something odd was going on with your face. It would be hard not to.

"Oh dear." Price stated, cutting you a worried look with those tired blue eyes. "That bad, huh?"

"Sir." You swallowed, desperately trying to cook up some excuse that would be halfway plausible (Something got stuck in my eye.) 

"I'm…"

"I prefer not to pry into things that are none of my business, y'know," the Captain admitted, sticking both hands inside the pockets of his regulation breeches. 

"But it just so happens that you're a part of my squad and therefore you're my business. Your well-being is my business, Private. For the past few days, I've seen you slouching around, bumping blindly into things. You've stopped reacting to Sergeant MacTavish's unsavoury attempts at humour. Yesterday at the shooting range you tried to stick the wrong end of the mag into your rifle. If you go out in the field like this, you'll get hurt."

So he did notice that, too? Damn that old man. Your face was burning.

"So understand well what I'm going to say now, Private…" Price took the damn cigar out of his pocket again and twirled it in his fingers. "I realise that a young woman such as yourself might not want to confide in someone like me. You don't have to confess all your sins, but for God's sake, if you're struggling...with anything, really…then say so."

"Sir." The lump that has been long stuck in your throat finally thawed. Compromising moisture trickled from your eyes.

It was impossible to lie under that inquiring, steely blue gaze. The man oozed with embarrassment. He didn't want to do it any more than you did, but he felt that he should.

Captain Price was such a decent man. It's a shame that decent men are always married.

You decided to repay him with honesty.

"Indeed I have not been at my best lately, Sir," you said in a trembling voice. "Last week's been…difficult, for personal reasons."

"A crisis, eh?" Price sighed and began rummaging through his pockets again.

Your head darted up. "A clusterfuck of crises, if I may say so, Sir."

His chuckle was a raspy little thing. Pleasant. Frankly speaking, every noise that Captain Price ever emitted was pleasant to your ears.

"Eh, haven't we all been there? Here. You could use this."

He extended one of his long arms, firm yet slender, placing an immaculately clean handkerchief in your hand. Like nothing else in Price's possession, it was snow-white and smelled of fresh laundry.

You accepted it and wiped your face in silence.

"I'll give it back as soon as I wash it," you assured him. "And thanks."

"Never mind." He gave you one of those smiles which lit up his whole face, turning those blue peepers velvety and narrow. John Price must have laughed often because he had charming, deep wrinkles around his eyes. 

"Say, Private, would you be interested in a hug?"

You gasped at the idea. On the other hand...

"Yes, please," you declared, smiling at him through the tears. "As long as you don't mind having a wet spot in the front of your uniform."

"My vanity won't stand for it." He spreaded his arms, still grinning. 

"Come 'ere, girl."

You did.

It was a strangely solemn moment. He hugged you slowly, clearly trying his damnedest to avoid any impropriety that might arise. Price smelled like gunpowder, like those cigars of his and some musky cologne – all of the above mixed with the faint undertone of sweat. It was an intoxicating mix. You knew better than to imbibe on it, but it was hard to avoid it while the strong arms of your superior enclosed you in a warm, prolonged embrace. You chased the anxious thoughts away and just enjoyed the here and the now.

"Better now, huh?" He muttered from somewhere way above your head. Price was so much taller than you.

"Yes, Sir..." You whispered into his crumpled green shirt, faded from the desert sun.

"You know, it always feels like the fuckin' end of the world when those things happen...breakups, I mean. But it never is."

He chuckled ruefully. 

"As my ex-wife said when she was fed up with me: It's easy to find a replacement!"

You returned to your quarters fully soothed, warmed up - and stunned by the discovery.

Ex-wife?!

EX-WIFE???

[gojocp]

5:32 am.

it's not often that the strongest sorcerer cries.

cw: angst(?), slight fluff near the end, hurt/comfort

3:27 am. the time of suguru geto's death. and the time that satoru gojo had killed him. -------- 4:39 am. the time satoru returns to your shared apartment. --------

"satoru..?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes as you hear the bedroom door open. "is that you?"

"yeah.. sorry. didn't mean to wake you.." he says, closing the door.

"it's okay..." you start, "i heard about what happened...and i'm sorry i couldn't be there..how are you?" you ask, now sitting up, concered by his solemnness.

"i'm okay, (y/n), don't worry.. go back to bed, sweets." he responded, with a small smile (that didn't quite reach his eyes), in an attempt to reassure you.

"i'm gonna go shower, i'll join you in a bit.." he said, getting clothes and his towel. -------- hearing the bathroom door open, you jolted awake, still sitting in the bed.

"you didn't have to wait for me, you have work soon right? get some rest, baby.." he said sighing, crawling into bed and sitting with you.

"i wanted to..besides, i could say the same for you" you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his head to your shoulder, an action he dearly accepts.

"you don't have to do that, y'know?" you start, an arm around his shoulder and a hand in his hair.

"do what?" he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling himself closer, seeking your warmth after the cold day.

"act like you're okay, especially when you're not.." you respond.

"you can talk to me, satoru.. i'll always be here for you.." you suggest.

"i..." he starts, his voice breaking. "i was the one who did it (y/n)! not yuuta.. or- or anyone else...it was me.. i killed suguru.." he cries, breaking down after supressing his emotions for so long.

-------- 4:58 am. the first time satoru cries infront of you. the first time where crying didn't make him feel weak. the first time he felt safe breaking down. --------

"it's okay... it's okay..." you say hugging him tighter, glad he's communicating for once.

"please... don't leave me.." he cries as his voice breaks, sobbing in your arms like a child. hearing it breaks your heart, never wanting your boyfriend to ever have to feel like this again.

"i won't.. i wouldn't even think about it.." you reply, rubbing his back soothingly, in an attempt to ease his worries.

-------- 5:32 am. the time satoru stops crying. --------

hearing his sobs turn to small sniffles, you slightly change your position and lift his head in your hands, wiping his tears and rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. "hey..i'll go make some lavender tea, wait here." you say, getting out of bed.

when you return, you find him in the same position you left him in and bring the tea to him.

"drink it slowly.." you say, taking a cup of your own and drinking from it.

he nods and finishes it, laying down with you after placing it on the side table with yours.

he wraps his arms around your waist and rest his head on your collarbone, sniffling as you hug him back.

"what about your work?" he asks, still worrying about others.

"i'll call in sick, so please just think about yourself for once..." you say, rubbing his back once again.

"okay, thank you.." he mumbles.

"of course.. i love you, 'toru." you say, placing a kiss to his head.

"i love you too.." he replies. --------------------------------------------------- it's not often that satoru cries, but when he does, you'll always be there for him, time and time again. ----------------------------------------------------

a/n: WOOOOOO first one-shot done !! lmk how it is and if i should chnage anything for future posts. gojo was prob so ooc too LOL, so sorry for that !! also i feel like the spacing between the text is weird(??) idk i never post on tumblr. anyways, thanks for reading! <3

[gojoshooter]

They say, all good boys go to heaven — Gojo Satoru

Pairings : atheist!gojo x choirboy!reader, m/m

A/N : doing smth with my angst skills since people seemed to like the previous post, so here goes another one :P reblog if u like? ♡

Genre : angst, fluff, hurt and comfort

WARNINGS : homophobia, gojo doesn't have powers, no one has — actually, claustrophobia, male reader is not geto, secret relationship

Disclaimer: this hc is based on catholic beliefs where few of the description might be exaggeration of reality. so if you feel uncomfy, u may kindly exit.

"N' if I win, you stop bringing yer' church boy to our place".

"Got it." a darker hue of blue seemed to fill in Satoru's crystal orbs, as he sits down the wooden chair. A new sense of raw competitiveness swirling in his eyes.

You can hear the smirk in his voice though the man you're looking at is Satoru's supposed opponent, who appeared rather scary with a buzz-cut and cat eyes.

You were far from where you were supposed to be — watching men arm wrestle in the wilder outskirts of your town that Satoru once assured you to be a 'fun place'.

Your thoughts were cut short the moment the white haired male locked eyes with you, a way to make you look at him win the round.

You caught him biting his bottom lip too, either in an attempt to take the opposing arm down or his cocky trademark that he liked to show you off, you'd never know.

And if the way his muscular biceps flexed in his tight grey hoodie made your cheeks hot, he wouldn't know either.

It was a matter of seconds and the buzz-cut's arm banged on the wooden table, the slam unforgiving. He hissed as the small crowed erupted from Satoru's side, the said male standing and patting his toned left arm with the right, pompous of his built.

"I told you! Maybe you can catch up to me in a few years, ay? " Satoru's mocking sweetness dripped off him as he patted the lost boy's head.

You expected him to join the boo-ing of the losing team, but then he turned around to walk you towards the exit of the run down cabin they used as a common party place, clutching your hand.

"Satoru, what was that? " you sighed, trying your best to hide the funny proud feeling.

"That? Just a friendly match with kids." He grinned, swinging your hand lightly in his hold. You couldn't help but shake your head.

"Yeah... friendly... you kept beating the kids." He chuckled at your comment, head thrown back slightly. "Hmmm, I was about to let them have the last round y'know. It's that brat's fault " he shrugged with his pouty lips.

You gave up the never ending argument, but for some reason, that made you feel giddy inside.

"I think you enjoyed my choir practice session more than I enjoyed that " you add with a huff, trying to convince no one but yourself about who gave the other a 'better part of the evening'.

The beautiful orange hue was starting to darken, the wind howling loudly.

Satoru was too lost in his thoughts to speak, meanwhile you were suddenly too shy to start up a conversation. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Satoru walked you home.

Your teeth chattered lightly at a particular gust of wind, making Satoru's head snap to the side. That was him, the young tire shop owner from the outskirts — Satoru

"You're cold." He frowned, already removing his grey hoodie.

"Oh no, it's fine-" you began before he threw the soft fabric on your petite body. You blush furiously, grateful as it was getting dark out.

"Thank you." You mumble softly, unconsciously sighing when you inhaled Satoru's minty cologne. The sweater was definitely big on you, creating cute sweater paws that had Satoru smiling. It amuses him — your doe eyes, your big cute grin, brown hair with curls similar to the men in old greek sculptures.

He couldn't bring himself to ask. What if you don't see him as a friend? And all your 'subtle' shy glances were friendly gestures? Or worse, what if you see him more than a friend? Then good lord, he's sure he'd mess up someday.

Satoru presumes it possibly can't be the later one, considering you're the town's renowned pastor's only son and the local church's choir boy. Following the 'right' path and doing 'holy deeds' runs in the blood.

He talked for the reminder of your way home, his cold hands in his pockets. You were two houses away when you giggle adorably at something he had said.

Walking further close, Satoru becomes aware of the dark figure standing on top of the porch of your house.

His smile drops, and you must have noticed what Satoru was looking at as well, appearing nervous. He lowered his voice as both of you reached the front of your house, very aware of the person watching them.

Satoru was about to say goodbye to you but a loud harsh voice from the top of the stairs stopped him from doing so.

"Get inside."

His eyes stayed solemnly focused on the small boy that was you, as he gives you a weak smile. "Shit, isn't his father a crazy one?" he thinks to himself.

Satoru looked up only to see the angry eyes of pastor staring down at him.

He glared back at him, watching as you silently disappear behind your father into the house.

You had already informed your father that you'll be gone in the evening for the choir practice so he wouldn't go crazy looking for you. So why does he sound so mad? You lowkey agree with Satoru, sometimes he's too much.

Once inside, you realize Satoru's hoodie is still on you. The loud slam of the front door had you flinching lightly, cutting your thoughts off.

"I thought you were going to church to practice your singing " He spat out in rage. You shrunk lightly under his burning gaze, feeling so small.

"I-I was. It's just that my friend came along and we practiced together." That wasn't a lie, was it?

"I better not see you near that boy again. He's a good for nothing street rat. Do you understand me? " He ordered, jerking you by your shoulders as he spoke, tone threatening. He never stops screaming, never. Sometimes you wonder if he will bargain his way into heaven with that skill of his.

"...Yes father." you whispered, head bowed down. You want to cry, but held your breath instead.

"Speak up you disgrace of a child! " He roares, stepping closer to you. "Dad, stop it " came a shaking voice from you, tears building up in your eyes. You did not notice her, just heard the sound of your mother that tsked behind you. It wasn't going to get easy for your tonight.

Your breathing hitched the same time your body fills with fear, palms sweating profusely as the town pastor approaches you with big steps and grabs your hand rather roughly. Your father ignores you as he opened a familiar dark closet at the end of the hallway.

"No, please." You whisper, knowing that no one could save you in that moment.

"You want to go against the Lord and hold hands with that dirty street rat like some fag, then have at it with the consequences."

You sob loudly as you begged your father not to do it, body shaking uncontrollably. You shook your head furiously, trying to pull away and making your father angrier in the process.

"Please, don't, dad " you screamed helplessly as your father shoved you inside with a harsh push. "You will stay inside untill you learn to follow the lord. " The pastor sneered, closing the door just when you ran up to it.

Only if you knew he cared less about the 'lord' and more about his reputation in the town.

No one liked the poor 'outcasts' of this region you often marched proudly with. You never understood the whole point, wasn't it in our own will wether to or to not believe in god? He would love all his children equally.

"Dad please, I can't breathe in here " you screamed, your fear of the haunting little spaces of the empty closet kicking in as you desperately banged at the door. The room was small and stuffy, your breathes coming out labored as sweat truckled down the soft damp skin.

It was dark but you've been there enough times to know where the flashlight was by now, reaching out blindly. You sniffled and sobbed, grasping the flashlight once you found it. You quickly turn it on, feeling less panicked now.

You flash it towards the floor where a Bibble and a Rosary were sitting together. With gritted teeth, you shakily reach out to grab the book as hot strings of tears flowed through your red eyes. A whimper leaves your lips, opening the book to recite passages in a soft whisper.

You cried and cried until your eyes felt puffy and sore. You couldn't help but inhale Satoru's lingering scent from the hoodie you were wearing.

It was a vein to wait for the dinner, you'd probably not even get a breakfast the next morning. That's how it has always been.

It must've been a few hours later when the door finally opened, the bright light blinding your sight.

Your tears have already dried on your cheeks, feeling your face numb as your stood up from the floor with blank eyes.

"Go to your room" your father barked before turning away, leaving you disoriented and traumatized.

You shakily grab the Bibble from the floor as you made your away to your room.

"God is good. " You whisper.

The day went in a blur of you practicing for your new prayer this Sunday, futile attempt at reading something in the local library, and in the town's school teaching the young kids of the town. That was probably the only good part of the day, you loved children as much as they loved you, though the fact that your father kept an eye on you the whole time kept you bugging. You need a release.

You wave at the little kids in distance as they ran around happily at the sound of the class dispersal.

"Get in the car "

You turn around to see your father waiting for you in his white truck. The smile on your face fell quickly, eyes losing their shine.

School just ended for the day and the pastor was not joking about bringing you home right after. You sigh as your father drove off with a straight face.

After the whole incident with your father catching you and Satoru, he forced you to read three passages of Bibble before you eat breakfast. You read and read until the letters seemed like an unreadable mess, tears clouding your eyes every two minutes. It only made you feel worse as you read about all the things that lord considered to be sins.

You wanted to be good. You wanted to be pure and clean of heart. To be a son of God.

"F-father?" you ask softly, terrified of his unleashed hot temper. Your father grunts in response.

"Could you...um- may i be dropped at the church? " came your unsure voice like a small whisper. Once again the pastor did not reply, eyes focused on the road. You had already accepted defeat, trying not to seem too upset.

It was a few moments later that you notice your father take a left turn instead of right. You release a breathe you did not know you held, relieved that you wouldn't be stuck at home.

You looked out of the window watching cars and people pass by and wondering when will you be free again.

The truck came to a complete stop, you snap out of your thoughts to see you're now in front of the church. You hesitantly look to your father, waiting for him to say something.

"Are you going to get off? " he barked. You quickly scrambled to unlock the door, muttering a quick apology.

"I expect you home by seven. Remember to pray for your sins! " the pastor spoke before driving off.

You watch your father leave with blurry eyes, tears waiting to fall. It seemed like these days all you did was cry, but he couldn't help it when his father accused him of betraying God.

It wasn't fair.

A loud sob left your lips once your father's pick up truck disappeared down the road. You quickly turned and ran inside the church, not wanting anyone to catch you crying.

Unfortunately you failed to notice the tall figure walking down the opposite side of the street.

Satoru.

He had been on his way to his repair shop when he caught sight of you being dropped off at the church. It's the first time he sees you after your father had caught you and Satoru together.

His eyes focused on your faint distraught whimpers, listening to you cry before you disappeared into the building.

His heart broke the second a pitiful sob left your small body.

Satoru frowned, crossing the street quickly. He stood by the lawn in front of the church, eyes contemplating his next move.

He bit his lips harshly, remembering the promise he made to himself about never entering a church. The nasty people of big name — the reason of his and his little family being out-casted preached and prayed here.

But the memory of the your tear-stained face had him more determined to be by your side. All he wanted was nothing more than to comfort the beautiful boy he's in love with and wipe his sadness away.

"Fuck it. " He whispered angrily before stepping forward, into the sacred building.

Sinking to your knees in front of the alter, you ignored the pain in your bones at the impact. You were glad the church was empty, this way your emotional release would be easier to get off. In that moment you didn't try to hold back your sobs, letting them out freely.

You wanted to scream your lungs out, but the only sounds that escaped you were your loud sobs.

"Please God," you cried, bottom lip quivering "take this pain away." you croaked, staring up at the statue of Jesus Christ on the cross.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks but it felt so good to just let go.

"I can't take it anymore." You grab at your heart. Memories of your father cursing and telling him he's a sinner flashed through his mind. He never seemed happy regardless of what you did.

The thought of him punishing and locking you made you cry even harder, feeling like a failure of a son.

"I-I need a sign, please I-" you begged desperately, vision blurry with tears.

"y/n"

You heard your name echo throughout the church hall, making you whip your head towards the sound.

Satoru stood at the back of the church looking around unsurely before he ran down the asile towards the broken boy. The sound of his heavy leather shoes hitting the floor sounded loud in your ears.

You felt relief fill your body at the sight of Satoru there with you.

When the male finally reached you, he gently squatted down placing his hands under your arms, hoisting you up.

"Come on, get up." he whispered softly as you got up off your knees. Satoru did not want to focus on the sacramentals starring down at him, he focuses solemnly on the boy in front of him.

Pressing your face into Satoru's chest, you sobbed your little heart out as he quickly wrapped his arms around your body.

Satoru's heart broke the second you screamed into his chest, the sound muffled but still there.

"Shh, let it all out " he whispered, rubbing small circles with his warm palm around your small back.

"He hates me" you cried, looking up at Satoru with a messy damp face. "Trust me, nobody can." He took it upon himself to wipe your tears with gentle strokes of his thumb.

Satoru knew the pastor was a bad guy, but being an asshole to his own son? A sense of protectiveness kicks in him as he holds you tighter into his muscular arms.

"N-No matter what I do, I upset him. I'm a bad son." you sniffled.

"My, my, little baby. That's not true. They're lucky to have someone like you as their son. You're... a perfect boy."

Satoru gently cupped the boy's cheeks with both hands, feeling your breath begin to even out. "If beating up your dad doesn't work, we can just run away." The seriousness in the white haired male's voice made you chuckle into his arms.

There was something about your tears that made his heart crack.

Perhaps it was because someone like you didn't deserve to shed a single tear.

Or perhaps it made him want to hurt whoever made the angel in front of him upset. He thinks — if heavens exist, that's where you truly belong.

"Let's sit for a bit, okay? " Satoru suggested, holding your shoulders and making you sit in one of the benches.

"Hmm. Let's see, what can we do to get your mind off things? " Satoru spoke softly. His mere voice calms you down every time. There is this thin string of bliss and delight wrapped around his vocal cords that enchants you, brings you closer and closer to Satoru the more he talks. And you, as if in a trance, can not help but be pulled no matter what how harsh the punishment your earn each time.

"I... I like to pray the Rosary." you pulled out the beaded necklace out from under your shirt.

"Okay let's do that." Satoru encouraged with a smile, watching with curious eyes as you grab the wooden cross from the necklace.

You breathe in deeply before starting, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."

Satoru watched fascinated as you did the sign of the cross, with head slightly bowed, making him do the same.

"I believe in God, the Father Almighty" you began focusing on your prayer.

You carry on as if nothing happened, but you can feel Satoru's warm hand slip in yours. He closes his eyes as well, listening to your sweet voice reciting the prayers.

Satoru had no idea what they meant, but if that brought you comfort and peace, he would sit there to accompany you.

Because whether you knew it or not, God did give you a sign, in the form of a troubled boy named Gojo Satoru.

A/N: aaand that's it! i didn't plan to extend the hc this long, but oh well. reblog if you enjoyed it <3

Tags: @luckimoon @nanamikentoseyebags @jspenft @aikaisnika @gh0stwish @dianagracesworld @Icheerymotion @tamakin7

[nhularin]

oh my, oh my god!

PAIRING sunoo x reader GENRE highschool AU, secret relationship, fluff WARNINGS none..lets just pretend that they had imessage back in the day 😭 WC 0.8k

series masterlist

August 26, 1998

High school, a place filled with unattainable teenage dreams, fluttering hearts, and rollercoasters of emotions.

the day had started like no other, sunoo arrived at your house at exactly 7:25 am with your favorite breakfast in the passenger seat and grumpy and childish good mornings and kisses coming your way

hes so not a morning person

sunoo would surprise you with small gestures, leaving cheesy notes written messily on top of love filled doodles in your locker, slipping your favorite snack into your bag, or lending a listening ear when you needed to vent about someone in your club

in classes, sunoos eyes would seek yours across the room, menacingly annoying you with things to keep your attention to him. though you never dare to miss the looks of adoration in his eyes. A discreet, gentle brush of his fingertips against the back of your hand as he handed you a pencil, feelings of warmth and assurance through your shared moments of learning.

amidst crowded hallways and hushed whispers, your secret relationship went unnoticed by the rest. you became masters of secrecy (thats what you claim), your stolen moments filled with giggles and butterflies

both of you didnt mean to keep your relationship a secret, but with rumors and gossip sites spreading like wildfire, you both decided that you didnt want to go through the hassle of it all, given your respective reputations. the model student class president with the grade's troublemaker? thats a headline for sure

the school library, a haven of peace and quiet, became your favorite hiding spot. among stacks of books and dim lights, you would steal fleeting kisses and share lighthearted bickering, wrapped in the cozy scent of old pages and young love.

"you know" you started as you unwrapped your candy packet "my friends have been getting quite suspicious about me having a boyfriend"

sunoo only raised his eyebrow "is that so" he hadn't been subtle the last few weeks so he couldn't blame them

" yeah, they think that im dating kim taerae from class 3" a giggle left your mouth when the boy next to you let out a dramatic gasp "how dare they" but you only shrugged and kissed him

the afternoons were usually yours, after class sunoo would walk you to your locker, his touch grazing yours in a subtle yet comforting way

but today, as the final bell rang, you found yourself joining your friends in the library to prepare for an upcoming exam which you were NOT prepared for in the slightest. you didnt think much about it but you knew questions burned within them, their menacing minds yearning to know about the mysterious boy that had stolen their poor friend's heart and time

"so" danielle leaned in, curiosity shining in her eyes, her textbook long forgotten on the desk with a random page opened for faux productivity "spill the beans, who is he!"

you arched an eyebrow, pretending to focus on your notes " i have no idea what you're talking about"

hyein groaned, eyes sparkling with curiosity "hey come on! we saw you being all giddy and cute with someone in front of the broadcasting room! You've been keeping this secret boyfriend of yours under wraps for way too long. we're not idiots y'know"

you sighed, realizing that its pointless to keep anything from your nosy friends. you found it amusing how they all looked like puppies waiting for their owner to give orders to them "he's just... someone special, thats it"

as you all attempted to study, the questions became more persistent, but you skillfully deflected their curiosity, finding amusement at their frustration. the library served as a backdrop for your failed attempts at productive studying, as laughter and whispered conversations replaced quiet shuffling of papers

hours passed, and as the sun began to sink, signaling the end of your study session, you bid your friends farewell.

"this is not the end!" hanni yelled out

With a cheeky smile and a wink, you waved at her.

when the coast was clear, you silently typed out a text message to your lover boy

as you pressed send, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and contentment. you knew her friends wouldn't give up on their quest to uncover your love life, but for now, kim sunoo remained your cherished secret, a mystery hidden from prying eyes

[sanb3rry]

Hi! I loved your Jean fic so much! 🥰🥰🥰

If you're still open to taking requests, could you possibly do one with an "enemies to lovers" and "hurt-comfort" tropes wherein reader and Jean are always arguing with each other (similar to the canon dynamic between Jean and Eren in the series), but Jean makes a remark that takes things too far and hurts the reader big-time so reader avoids him and Jean gradually realizes that he actually misses the reader.

lover boy !

in which jean's words finally get him in trouble.

cw : angst kinda??, asshole! jean, fem! reader, he gets better tho dw, angst to fluff.

"wow, fuck you jean" you bumped into him as you both played mario kart in connie's apartment. "not my fault you suck ass" he retorted.

your relationship with jean was complicated, to say the least. yea, you argued with each other but if anyone messes with you he'd beat their ass and the same goes for you with him.

you've been crushing on him for a while now but will you admit it? no. will you accept your friends' claims about him liking you back? no, obviously not.

this crush didn't come out of nowhere either, yes jean is very attractive but there are times when he's the nicest person to you. especially when you aren't feeling the best, he catches on to your emotions pretty quickly considering how close you two are.

like mentioned before it's complicated.

connie and sasha were giggling to themselves as they opened the pizza box you ordered. "honestly, why are you so annoying" you asked, "you only think i'm annoying cause i'm beating you in mario kart." he replied.

"that's not true, i think you're annoying all the time."

"uh huh, sure you do."

"ok, that's enough you two." sasha intervened. "anyways how'd that date go with that guy?" she changed the topic.

"shitty." you answered, her attempt to lift the mood had failed. "as expected." jean said.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned, jean glanced at you and back at the tv. "i'm just saying that almost every date or relationship you've been in always ends up being "shitty" or whatever." he explained. "i'm starting to think maybe the problem isn't the guy.".

your eyes widened, "that's low, jean." connie said. "don't connie, i'm leaving." you said as you got your things. "c'mon, i didn't mean it like that" jean said, "yea, don't leave cause of him, please." sasha pleaded. "i'll text you when i get home." you said to sasha. and just like that you left.

"way to ruin the mood jean." connie remarked, "you better apologize."

it's been a week and you haven't talked to jean. and no, he hadn't even come to apologize to you.

honestly, he missed the banters or stupid fights you got with him a lot, and you missed him too but if what he said is what he really thinks then you're better off without him.

it got very awkward whenever you hung out with connie or sasha cause he's always there just looking at you, trying to say something but he just leaves, it's ridiculous.

so when he called you to "talk" right after your last class you agreed.

"uh, i'm sorry about last week. i wasn't thinking right." he said. "yea, you weren't" he chuckled at your comment. "i don't like seeing you get hurt by these people when there are plenty of guys who would treat you the right way, and we both know you aren't the problem, you're an amazing person, i just worded it the wrong way. i'm sorry, i missed you a lot this past week." he continued. his apology was genuine, you could tell.

"i accept your apology, but it still stings when the people you're closest to say stuff like that, y'know." you said, "i know, and i'm so sorry. i didn't mean what i said at all, i'll make it up to you, i swear." you nodded.

"jean, were you talking about yourself when you said 'plenty of guys who would treat you right'." you asked.

"... i mean, i know i'm not the nicest person but if you give me a chance, i swear i'll be the best. it's totally fine if you don't want to either, i don't want to pressure you, especially after what i said last week." he smiled.

"take me on a date and then i'll decide, lover boy."

"deal." he was gonna make it up to you no matter what.

© sanb3rry2023

[insoukokuhell-434]

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Summary - “Chuuya,” Dazai’s voice tugs Chuuya out of his thoughts, “I’m leaving the Port Mafia as soon as I can after tonight. I want you to come with me.”

Unmarked - rubydragonz

Dazai in Emotional Pain

2.7k ALL AGES AU - soulmates Soulmates, Miscommunication, Dazai being An Idiot, First Kiss, minor Oda/Ango, minor sskk, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, This is funny but like at Dazais expense

dreaming of flight - orphan_account

Soukoku Fight

3.8 k  MAFIA SKK Fluff, Arguments, Suicide Attempt, angst and fluff

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