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railingsofsorrow · 9 months

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summary: in which a phone call ruined your day.

... or not, because your boyfriend made sure to be there for you until you were okay again. pairing: s. reid x gn!reader

w.c: 2.1K

warnings/content: reader is reckless and puts themselves in danger (one time); angst; mentions of shutting people out; an argument happens but the fluff comes right after; case-related violence; reader is going through something but it isn't explained; mentions of past bad habits; be aware of spelling errors.

A/N: my finals aren't over but I forced myself to take a break for the night. thus, I'm posting this hurt/comfort blurb. hope you like it.

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“you're mad.”

the day started good. you even got breakfast at home, which is something it almost never works out. but a case only arrived at around nine, so you had time to eat something before leaving.

spencer made toast, crispy, just the way you liked it. you sipped on your orange juice as he took his coffee, hand resting above yours in the comfortable morning silence you liked to partake in.

the day started good.

until things went south really quick.

it all begun with a phone call. not a work call, you were pretty used to those and when hotch called you up to the briefing room, everybody was already filling out paperwork in the bureau.

your mood went sour in a matter of seconds. you think you were able to desguise it from most of the team, though. except for spencer and maybe emily, because emily noticed every eyelash that was out of place, she couldn't even help it.

the news you got caused you to retract back to old habits, shutting people out and drowning in work to avoid thinking about it. you were numb, doing everything on autopilot, but you didn't let it compromise your professionalism. never. that fucking phone call wouldn't make you a bad profiler for a second. you wouldn't let it.

being numb lead you to be impulsive. and you took advantage of that. you'd jump straight into action just to avoid dealing with your problems. just to forget.

“i'm not mad.”

your boyfriend's tone was clipped, short. almost cold, but it didn't got that far yet. it took a lot to make spencer reid mad. but when it happened, and you were the reason, you were always conflicted on whether to let him cool off for himself, give him space, or beg for forgiveness right after you screwed up.

this time, you decided on the former. you don't think it worked that well.

the unsub had a gun pointing at a seven year old child. he was cornered in every way possible. police cars were still arriving at the scene, although five FBI agents aimed at the man, ready to shoot in case he so much as twitched a finger on that trigger.

anxiety ran along the bystanders as they watched it all happen in their neighborhood. you hadn't plan that, in fact, all of you had planned something else entirely. the profile was solid as well as the location and the unsub's endgame.

but people are unpredictable. no matter how hard you've studied the human brain. in certain circumstances, they would be capable of anything. including threatening children's lives.

your boss advised everyone to stay back. that they had it covered. it was only a matter of talking him down, carefully and with confidence.

but the second you heard the sob of that seven-year-old boy, you stopped focusing on the command reaching your earpiece. bulletproof vest and gun set aside, you marched forward, no ounce of hesitation. you knew what you were doing.

“spencer.” you followed him into your bedroom, a tired sigh leaving your lips as you felt your legs wobble slightly. you were exhausted. the day was hell both physically and mentally and you just wanted to take a good shower and sleep for forty eight hours. you wanted to forget it ever happened. you wanted to forget that phone call.

he didn't spared you a glance as he grabbed a pair of clothes to get into the bathroom. there was it. that coldness you hated. it was finally here. “spencer, please. can we talk?” you begged. if there was one thing that suffocated you was sleeping while upset. and your boyfriend was an elite grudge holder. you just couldn't do that tonight.

“of course.” he leaned back from the door just before entering the bathroom. an impassive expression across his featured as he turned to you. you wanted to scream at him. “you've been avoiding me all day, but you want to talk now? of course.”

okay. you deserved that.

did you though? why couldn't he make your life a little easier?

“sorry I was rude to you,” you said, holding back the petty comment wanting to slip out of your tongue. sorry I'm going through something and you're being an idiot about it. “i didn't mean to. I shouldn't have treated you that way.”

spencer's tongue poked around his cheek and you braced yourself for what was about to happen. an argument. in the middle of the night — morning, it must have been past two am.

“i don't care that you were rude the entire day.” spencer clarified as if that would make things better. “i care that you threw yourself in front of a psychopath with a gun, without a bulletproof vest and only your hands to work as a shield.”

“you had my back.” you insisted, recalling the moment the whole team started to shout at both you and the unsub. they were behind you, you had good coverage. “someone needed to talk him down.”

he didn't seem to be on the verge of snapping anymore. his shoulders were slumped. he was tired too. he was exhausted. it has been a long day and you needed to rest. you needed to sleep. you needed to forget.

it had started as a good day.

“we were doing that.” spencer mumbled, softly. he eyed your bitten cuticules, the bandage in your arm and your far away gaze. spencer wasn't stupid. he noticed things. he noticed you. he knew something was wrong from the moment you excused yourself to take a phone call in the middle of the case briefing. you came back into the room a different person. contained. robotic. strictly professional. “why couldn't you wait?”

“it was a child. he was scared.” you snapped, flinching away from him. “he didn't have time to wait.”

spencer pressed his brows together, deciding to not mention the time you did have to do what you had to do. statistics wouldn't help now. “you could have gotten shot in the chest.”

“it barely grazed my arm.”

“that's not the point!”

“and what is?” you yelled back, turning to him, fuming. “there is no point. the boy was in danger. you decided to wait. I decided to act. he's alive. I'm barely hurt. the case is over.”

spencer faltered, seeking something in you that he wasn't able to find. his gaze travelled accross yours in a desperate attempt to make you realise how stupid that single sentence was. one mistake. one wrong move. and you could have been somewhere else instead of in your shared apartment.

a bodybag.

“who called you?” you blinked at him, taken aback by the question. you expected him to blame you further. you even expected him to ignore you for the rest of the night. you would not back down. “i know something happened. someone happened. you're not... you wouldn't do that if you were thinking.”

“so because I'm impulsive one time, you're questioning my judgement?”

“when your judgement makes me almost lose you, yes. I am.” he crossed his arms, licking his lips as he studied you. profiled you. you fucking hated him right now. you wanted to rip his brains out.

“there was an entire team aiming at the guy, spencer.” you scoffed, pressing a thumb against your forehead, a headache brewing. your will to argue has vanished. you just wanted to sleep.

“you were blocking our aim.”

“can you stop?”

“no.”

you no longer had control of your emotions as your sight begins to be blurred by tears. fuck, I can't do this.

the room became silent. as if hearing your inner turmoils, spencer paused. he thought it through, any possibility that might have caused your sudden mood change. your impulsiveness. he thought he had done something, but by your reaction it wasn't that. it wasn't him.

it all shifted after that phone call.

you didn't retract when he approached. you didn't reject his touch or pushed him away. but you remained frozen, locked up in your own cage.

“do you want to talk about it?”

it had started as a good day.

you stood up, brushing your strands behind your ears and swallowing up the feeling of something permanently lodged in your throat.

you didn't turn to watch his expression faltering in disappointment. you didn't had the guts to see it.

“no.” you said. “i'm fine. I'm going to take a shower. I'm tired.” you left to your shared bedroom without a goodnight, knowing it would be pointless since you'd be sleeping alone tonight.

sleeping was a strong word. you closed your eyes, pressing your eyelids so tight that you're seeing stars. tossing and turning for around one hour in an empty bed was enough to leave you upset. the weight of the day and the argument you had with your boyfriend taking a toll on you.

maybe you hadn't been fair to spencer. it's not like he did anything to force your sudden mood change; he had absolutely nothing to do with it, actually. he wasn't responsible for that phone call, he wasn't the person at the other line whose voice you didn't want to hear ever again. he was just the one at the receiving end of your irritability.

your boyfriend, he wasn't one to pry. to force you to speak of things that made you uncomfortable. things you weren't ready to discuss yet. he was the kind of person who would ask if everything was alright and he would make sure you knew you had a shoulder to cry on and a ear to vent if necessary.

spencer was caring and respectful. he knew you needed space just as he did at some moments. so much so that he wasn't sleeping on the couch because he was mad at you — though you had been rude for that to be case — but because being around him, or anyone for that matter, would only set you off.

his curled up frame on the couch, half covered by the blanket and half uncovered to the night air. curls splattered around the pillow he stole from your bedroom when you were still in the bathroom. you wanted to bury yourself into his arms and never leave him again. you wanted his warmth all over you.

standing on the entrance of the living room, you watched his eyelids move incessantly. it was what told you he wasn't in a deep sleep.

he was pretending to be sleeping and you knew he was aware of your watchful eyes.

“i'm sorry.”

you mumbled into the uncomfortable silence, scratching your arm beneath the bandage in nervousness. shifting into your feet, you contemplated approaching him, but remained in the spot.

he peaked at you as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room. he moved to a sitting position, outstretching a hand in your direction. an invitation.

“c'me here.”

you didn't need to be told twice.

“i'm sorry I was rude to you, I didn't mean it. you were just there and I—” he shushed your ramble with a kiss to your temple, arms squeezing you against him the way you craved in bed a few minutes ago. “i'm sorry, spencer. please don't be mad at me.” the last part you let out in a soft whisper but it only made him pull you closer as a form of comfort, to erase the pain you were feeling.

spencer cupped your cheeks so you would look at him “i'm not mad.” he promised, thumb grazing your face lovingly. “i just thought you needed space, but I promise I'm not mad, okay?”

you nodded with your lips trembling slightly. you were fairly certain that if you were to speak anything right now you'd burst into tears immediately.

you did manage to let out i don't want space, I want you. because it was all that you needed right now. always.

he kissed every teardrop that slipped out after that, bringing you closer to lay on his chest as he rested his back against the arm of the couch.

“i'm here, baby.” he whispered, fingers dancing across your arms. “always.”

you turned on his hold to be face to face with him, lifting one hand to touch the side of his face, caressing his jaw where you felt the growing stubble on his chin.

“thank you.” you said, smiling faintly when he pecked the tip of your nose.

he ended up covering the both of you with the spare blanket.

he breathed out as if pretty satisfacted with your current position, even though you both will most certainly be complaining of backache as soon as you wake up tomorrow. “i love you.” he let out, not minding about the pain in his joints in the morning. the only thing that mattered was you in his arms, safe and sound.

the day started good, until a phone call ruined it completely.

or not. because spencer was there and he kind of made things bearable. and if he could just make you feel better for a little while, that's what he would do.

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cannellee · 11 months

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TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

alpha! Ran x omega! Reader (smut)

— tokyo revengers a/b/o smut

(it's really similar to the one I did for kazutora, I'm just exploring the smut world rn😭 I'll do something new and different later, but for now I just want to get used to writing smut.)

cw : free use, facefuck, use of names, cowgirl, rough sex, breeding kink, yandereish if you squint.

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now imagine alpha bonten ran, barely out of his meeting and already looking for you.

he's absolutely exhausted and the bunch of assholes he just dealt with didn't help, now he just wants to use your omega cunt and call it a day.

when he gets his hands on you, you're just about to make dinner, back turned to him, a tight pink apron laced around your waist and this tiny skirt which barely covers your ass.

this sight only is enough to make make him hard. you're always so oblivious to what you're wearing, don't you know the effect you have on him?

you didn't hear him creep up behind you and if it wasn't for the familiar woody laced with iron scent, you would've let out a scream.

ran's quick to undo the knot of your apron and throw it to the side. his head is soon enough digging into your neck, inhaling your scent like it's oxygen.

his tensed shoulders seem to relax a little inside your embrace and you let out soft purrs.

you let him do whatever, understanding that his position in the underworld can get overwhelming, and his work can get the best of him.

ran, who is ordinarily flirty and one to build up tension before you even get into anything, doesn't even utter a word to you.

you slide your fingers through his pink hair, appreciating his own smell and waiting for the moment he'll finally use you.

ran just loves how compliant you are about his desires, the way he could fuck you in the open if he wanted, for everyone to see. you wouldn't complain, say anything or talk back to him.

you love to please him so much, he can't help but take advantage of you, especially when he's in a bad mood.

pushing you to your knees, you're left in front of his pants in a second. ran's not usually silent but you don't need him to speak to understand what he meant.

you bite the zipper of his trousers and his pants are around his ankles in a minute.

you take a moment before continuing your actions, so drunk in his scent you inhale deeply and when ran tugs on your hair, you know it's your cue that he's getting impatient.

your goal isn't to make him frustrated so you begin immediately, licking the fabric of his boxers, your tongue hugging the shape of his cock the best you can. his boxers are dripping wet in no time and so is your chin. you're breathing heavily, kissing noises filling the kitchen.

it's between breathy moans that ran drops the last clothe that was separating your lips from him that you finally got to work.

his dick was huge, you struggle to take it all inside your mouth. but you try anyways, your muffled gags turning ran on even more.

you hear him sigh heavily and his hands are back on your head, gripping your hair it hurts so much. a few tears roll down your cheeks and you fail to suppress a sinful gagging sound when ran finally pushes his whole length into your mouth.

you take him the best you can but you let out a few coughs at the beginning, eyes long gone into the back of your head.

you unintentionally make a mess out of his cock, a string if saliva connecting your lips and his dick when he lets you go to catch your breath.

he lets out a low chuckle, making fun of your desperate state and calls you a good slut for taking him so well. "you're so messy baby"

your jaw is aching, you can barely breath and even then, his scent is the only thing you can breath. with one final push, ran forces his way into your throat even further, and lets you go right after, having other plans for you.

you suck in really deep breath, trying to steady yourself before he asks you anything else.

you're on the ground when he crosses the kitchen to sit down on the leather couch, arms spread out and men spreading.

he calls his sweet omega over and you're quick to crawl on all four until you're kneeling in from of him.

he's looking down at you, his cock a few centimetres away from you, flat against his stomach and you can still smell your saliva on him. it's dripping from all your gags and you can't help but beg for him to let you suck it again.

ran loves it. seeing you between his legs, making puppy eyes for his cock, mouth open ready to welcome him ; all of these never failed to make him want you even more.

he's softly chuckling, gentle hand caressing your fucked out face while the other is pumping his dick slowly, teasing you.

ha takes in your state, satisfied in the way you're already a mess just by the taste of his cock. your omega instincts are so strong, you'll let him ruin you in every way if it meant your alpha was pleased.

when he repositions himself you're sure it's your sign to swallow his whole length again but when you go for it you're stopped by a slap to your face.

you look up at him, confused, but when he pats his thigh your eyes are shining again.

"saddle up doll"

and you do. you climb up his laps the best you can and you're soon enough sitting on him. it hurts at first, but the pure bliss on your alpha's face is all worth it.

so you go past the pain and start moving, his hands around your hips guiding you. his head is buried again in your neck but now he's sucking harshly on your claim mark, drawing more pheromones out of you.

his own pheromones are making you dizzy and his arousal is making you loose your mind, you don't even know what's happening when he tosses you to the side and starts pounding into your pussy.

you figured he got tired of your sloppy and clumsy moves and wished to dick you down for good.

you really felt so good, but his pretty omega was even better spread out and staying still right under him.

you felt him chase his own release with the growing pace he was going at. he would spank you when he felt like you lost focus on him, making your cunt even tighter.

your tongue was out and ran gave you two of his fingers to suck, spitting in your mouth for good measure.

your pretty moans were filling the room even more and you gripped the couch like it was your life boat, taking ran so well.

he loves you so much he marked you again, biting hard into your neck, a primal desire to claim what's his and drive away any alphas.

he wants you all to himself, to be the only one allowed to fuck you and own you. you're so obedient and submissive ran is sometimes worried you'll fall into a stranger's trap.

but don't worry, ran will breed you, fill you up with his seeds so much you'll be covered with his own scent all day.

swollen with his pups, surely you'll stay at home all day? unable to function normally without him, always so dependent now that you'll be in a more vulnerable state<3

he's just crazy in love like that, and his dumb omega isn't making this any easier <3

"you're all mine, baby"

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so-mordor-itis · 1 year

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Fluffy Alphabet: Leon Kennedy

You know what time it is folks--it's time for my fluffy alphabet with whatever fictional character I'm hyperfixating on let's goooo

You can imagine whatever Leon for this, it applies to almost all in my opinion

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When it comes to you, he'll pretty much do anything. At a certain point in your relationship, Leon just craves your presence, as if you are his battery when he needs to recharge. It doesn't matter what you two do: converse about mundane things, cuddle, chores around the apartment. All he cares about is if you're there, safe, and by his side. You could even be doing something as simple as reading a book. He'll feel blessed to simply be there. At the idea he can even see you like this, no danger in sight, no need to grab his gun or knife or anything that can remotely be regarded as a weapon. Just normal domestic intimacy. He craves it so bad that the memory of you reading or talking or listening to him vent about a bad day reminds him why he's still going.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your ability to keep up with him. Not just his personality--the guy knows he's not the most pleasant man to be around if he's grumpy or going through a mood swing. Everything. His trauma, his work, his habits that he can't seem to shake no matter how hard he tries. Leon has so much on his plate, yet it keeps piling on. It's why when he found himself interested in you in more than a friendly manner, it scared him a little. At the idea of opening up to someone, allowing them to see parts of himself he'd rather not let see the light of day.

It's why, when you saw those parts of him, the night terrors, the memories of Raccoon City, and you simply grabbed them and kissed them tenderly, he was amazed. He swore he fell harder and faster to the point he was scared of smacking the ground. He finds your stubbornness and persistence admirable, well when it's not leading you down the road of trouble.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Leon isn't the best at wording things correctly or appropriately. He cracks jokes during moments he shouldn't, shoves whips and sharp edges into sentences that really shouldn't be there. He's not great at receiving comfort himself. He's not used to it. Leon's been alone for a good chunk of his life and grew to push his problems away or ignore them, then actually talking to anyone.

So, witnessing you hold your face in your hands, beyond exhausted, his heart shatters, and all he wants to do is hold you. Though he over analyzes the situation a bit. Would you want him to hold you? Would you even like that at this point in time? What could he even say to make you feel better, to make you smile even just a little? Eventually he caves, asking if it's okay to hold you and once you confirm it is, his strong arms wrap around your form and he hopes desperately you feel comforted in some way.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

If he's honest, all he wants is a normal life. That's what he's wanted ever since he was younger: a life of fixing fences and pipes that burst, maybe help clean up cat litter in the mix. He thought his life would be normal when he assigned himself to the Raccoon City branch of police work, that he'd be a regular cop scolding teenagers that loitered in front of the station too long. Naturally, that wasn't the case at all. Now, he's at the President's beck and call, the DSO's puppet, and labeled a weapon by many.

In the future, he tries to envision you in it as much as he's hesitant to let you in at first. Eventually what made him want to fight for that future was when you moved into his apartment so casually, as if you were a missing puzzle piece in his life. That normal, picket fence life was his end goal and he would fight tooth and nail to see it come to fruition.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He's both, but he tries to be more passive in certain situations. Leon doesn't like the idea of trying to take control of everything, and only does it when he feels he needs to. Leon knows you can take care of yourself, regardless if you're an agent or not. You've got a voice, too. However, if he notices you're uncomfortable or you're actively trying to get out of something, he'll play along and shuffle you out of it. The last thing he wants is for you to think he's trying to control what you do, since you don't do that to him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Leon hates fighting you. Sometimes he just refuses to and hopes letting you think things over will defuse the bomb you're about to become. A thing about him is he never raises his voice and if he's drawn to that point, his volume is only increased so he could get your attention. He hates the idea of yelling at you; having dealt with hearing his parents constantly at each other's throats. It makes him feel ill at the idea, of shouting at you so he could get his point across. What would that accomplish, making you shrivel into a corner, hurting and pleading for him to stop.

He's very easy to forgive, especially if you apologized immediately after. Leon knows how easily people give into emotions, and if you two were arguing about his work, or about how he's barely around, Leon wouldn't even blame you for that. If it's stressful for him, he can only imagine what it's like for you to see him so stressed and not be able to help.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Leon's not able to put into words just how grateful he is that he met you. If it weren't for you, he swears he would've gone insane and part of him is terrified at that realization. That a person could have that much effect on someone's life. You've stuck with him so long he wonders why he was ever worried in the first place. Leon's not the best with words and the idea of telling you out of the blue how grateful he is he has you makes him flustered. He shows how grateful he is through certain actions: hugging you close from behind, kissing your temple over and over, nuzzling into you despite your protests that it tickles.

He's grateful he can see your smile and hear your laugh, because even the smallest thing can make him feel better.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Oh God, he wishes he could share everything he's been through with you. Depending on if you knew about Raccoon City or not, he'd most likely share that old wound eventually, but anything to do with work he's physically not allowed to spill. Again, unless you're an agent, you pretty much have no choice but to be left in the dark. He hates it. Makes him feel like less of a partner because he's stuck between a rock and a hard place.

It causes a bit of friction, and he feels it hang in the air some days. Some days he wonders if you've figured out what he's been doing for 10 straight years, some days he thinks you secretly have figured it out but just won't tell him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You gave him a harsh reality check about caring for another person, and that inspires him to do better with what he's got. Not that he ever thought being in a relationship would be easy, but you definitely answered his question of how hard it would be some days. He wants to be there for you, and hopes you recognize it. Leon's always had trouble opening up to people, because when he trusted some, they tore that trust away so fast he couldn't even blink. Sometimes he reaches out to you and then flinches at a flashback of red.

You inspired him to try to pry open that box he locked his heart in.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He doesn't like the idea of getting jealous, even bitterly hating the word. Though, he's human, so naturally he will get jealous. It takes a bit of pushing at him to get him into that corner. Someone else flirting with you? He's more concerned about you and if you're comfortable and if he needs to intervene. They put their arms around you? Well, if you know them sure, but they're kinda being too friendly. They wiggle their eyebrows and make a suggestive action? Yeah, he's gonna say something.

If you ask him about it, he immediately shuts down the idea of jealousy.

"Don't get jealous on me now."

"I wasn't. I just didn't like how they were rubbing themselves on you."

It's only until later on as he thinks about it that makes him afraid. He's scared of losing you and the idea of you possibly leaving him for someone else wraps around him for awhile. He's still terrible at telling you how he's feeling sometimes.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss with him was endearing. This isn't his first rodeo, he's kissed people before, but he probably wouldn't classify himself as an amazing kisser. He couldn't help himself anymore, with you looking at him like he's an idol, like he could never do any wrong, he grabbed you gently, asking if this was okay, before finally giving in. He kissed you so softly, as if he was holding a feather that could be blown away by the wind.

You had laughed a little and his brows knitted.

"You can kiss me again, you know."

He took your offer instantly, kissing you harder in the process. That sealed the deal.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

His love confession was more of an action and then a question. Leon didn't exactly know how to express the fact he had feelings for you, so he didn't verbally say it, but he said it all the time with his actions and he didn't even realize it. How he'd linger too close to you during mundane moments of the day, how he'd immediately jump at the chance to help you with anything. He'd stupidly wonder how people around him knew he was head over heels when his body kept showing it.

Though, it seemed like you didn't know either. When he finally gathered himself to ask you on a date, you looked surprised.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

It takes awhile for him to get around the idea. At first, the idea of commitment to that degree makes him anxious. One screw up could lead to the downfall of a relationship in the making for years. The history of you two would be wiped clean and he'd loathe over it for God knows how long. So, at first, he brushes off the idea of marrying you.

And then you moved in with him. Started helping him around his apartment, lying in the same bed, and something just clicks with him. Maybe he does want that with you, but would you want that with him?

He doesn't propose outright, but alludes to it with a question. (He never liked the idea of getting down on one knee.)

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

The standard nicknames: baby, babe, sweetheart. On rare occasions he'll toss out 'love' to test it on his tongue and see if it fits. 'Dear' when he's trying to annoy you. 'Darling' during intimate moments. He knows that riles you up.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He's different, but also the same. Even when Leon is in love, he attempts to keep that same stoic expression to his co-workers and even to you if he works with you. Though, obviously someone is willing to point it out that there's gotta be something between the two of you. Hunnigan is willing to be that person, buzzing in his ear about how he acts differently when you're around but he's quick to deny it. As Leon looks back, the fact he got defensive would've given off alarms to her.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He's willing to hold your hand and kiss you gently on the cheek or lips when he's confident. When he's not at that moment in time, he'll just hold your hand and hope you won't tease him for being more reserved.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He can read you like a book. He'll know when something is wrong or when you're nervous. Leon grew to read people's body language over the years. He watches carefully, taking notes in his head about how you may be fidgeting or how you're breathing kinda fast. He can absolutely tell if you're angry at him and he immediately wants to quell that anger as soon as possible.

He'll ask if you're okay daily to check in with you, and then notice you also ask him the same question. You both can read each other pretty well.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Leon's kinda silly when it comes to being romantic. He's extremely cliche and cheesy, and he knows it. He does it on purpose, but not because he thinks it's cool or hip these days. He does it because it never fails to make you laugh or at least smile. He'll regard a glare or a look of bewilderment and just continue to run his charade, shrugging all the same.

He doesn't want to stop. Not yet, at least.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course, he believes in you. What partner wouldn't believe in the person they love? He wants you to be happy, just as you harbor the same thought process for him. Seeing you doubt yourself, your abilities... it makes him feel that he's failed. That he hasn't been encouraging you enough. (Even if you constantly remind him just how much he's done for you.) He'll put a hand on your shoulder and squeeze it, lightly telling you he's got your back.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Leon's most certainly not afraid to try anything new, even in the bedroom. No matter how big or small the suggestion, he's always willing to, at the very least, apply it to your relationship. Even if you get all shy and try to walk across eggshells. He thinks it's cute and endearing that you want to work on or try different things out. His heart feels full at the fact you trust him so to let him know how you're feeling and what you've been thinking about.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Leon often feels that he's too empathetic. It's affected him before, many times in fact. He's acknowledged this himself in the past when he was drinking and wondered what would've happened if he refused the ultimatum the government offered. What would've happened to Sherry? Would he even still be alive at that point? Would Sherry?

He knows you too well. To the point that he can sense what you're about to be feeling despite your stubbornness. You tell him you're okay, that you'll be fine, when he knows it's the exact opposite. You're not fine, and you won't be fine until you talk it out.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Besides work, you become the most important aspect of his life. There's not a moment that goes by where you don't flash across his mind. Leon will often think of you during harder missions, wondering what you are doing at that moment, if you missed him at all. He knows you do, but he dodges that answer to avoid feeling more guilty than he does.

He'll start pondering about your decisions and merge them into his own actions. Wondering how you'd react to situations and what you would do if you were in his shoes. You influence him in more ways than one.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He loves simple dates. Riding on his bike with you hugging his waist, going to the beach, and just smelling the salt from the sea, your hand in his own. He sees you collect a sand dollar, and then he rolls his eyes playfully but knows he will often think on this moment at work. Of how childish your grin was and how he felt joy at you healing your inner child.

He enjoys simple things, perhaps to peel away from the horrors of what he's seen. To pretend for one second his life was actually normal.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

The man is touch-starved to a maximum degree. Even before the two of you started seeing each other, Leon had already begun envisioning how his lips would feel on yours, and it made him feel gross, as if he was a pervert. He even imagined how good your hugs felt and how your figure would feel as it slipped into his embrace.

After he told you how he felt and got the sense you were comfortable? He couldn't keep his hands off of you. And not even in a sexual way. (Though, that too.) He adores cuddling you, being the big spoon. Leon wouldn't even mind being the small spoon, but he's adamant on cagging you in his biceps. He wants you to feel safe.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He's used to being alone. Used to coming home to an empty apartment, listening to the echoes of his own footsteps as he's awaiting his next call. So when you're away on work trips, he tries not to let it get to him. After all, how unfair would it be if he bothered you at work when you couldn't do the same to him? Once you're home, he just pulls you close as a greeting, mumbling how he missed you.

When he's at work, when you're not allowed to call him at all, it's a different story. A different type of loneliness. Not being able to hear your voice once just fills him with a sadness only those in love could explain. Leon has to force himself to think about the details of meetings or when he should reload his gun next.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Leon would kill for you or die for you if you simply ask, and that scares him. He's not a violent person by nature and is appalled by those who hurt others as easily as they breathe. But, when he sees you, this odd, protective energy springs out of him, and he immediately tosses all common sense out the window. You make him stupid and reckless, and he's willing to do anything for you.

It's what terrifies him the most.

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One Piece requests are open you say!? I'm going absolutely feral over Mihawk, as always, then I saw him in the live action and foamed at the mouth. If you're okay with it, can I please get domMihawk with his wife nsfw🤌

I. Got. So. Into. This. I am so weak for Mihawk. And I could never think of him as anything but a dom XD I picture him as a pleasure dom, so the story revolves a bit around that. I was a bit out of my comfort zone with this, since I haven't written much smut. So I don't know if it sounds weird, or isn't up to par with what I usually write, so any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome ^~^ feel free to send in your thoughts and opinions in my ask box! I'd love to hear it!

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It was a relatively stressful day, trying to clean up the majority of your mansion you shared with your husband. It was massive, but so many rooms needed a good makeover. Dust and broken wood, just anything really. Some rooms were so bad it took hours to completely clean it. But if it meant making Mihawk smile, you’d do it all over again. All he had to say was redo it and you’d oblige without any hesitation.

When he came home, you were laying in bed just staring at the ceiling and trying to relax. You didn’t even get out of bed when you heard the front door open in the room beneath you. You were nearly falling asleep, and when he came in you just rolled over and smiled. One hand holding your head up as you laid sideways, just taking in his appearance. It never got old, and you were convinced you were married to the most handsome man in the world.

“Dear, I appreciate all the hard work you did to make everything look so…nice.” He walked over to the bed and played with your hair. “I haven’t seen every room, but seeing you so exhausted has me convinced you worked on the whole mansion.” He smiled fondly, and eventually removed his coat and laid down on the other side of the bed.

“It’s no problem, really! You have pirates to hunt, I’m sure you don’t have too much time for much of anything. Especially cleaning all that mess.” You laughed a bit, and rolled over to lay your head on his chest. He was always so warm, it was welcoming every time. His arm wrapped around you as the other rubbed your shoulders, making you sigh. Just feeling his touch was enough for you.

His hand wandered, rubbing up and down your arm to shoulders and back down again. It felt so nice…and as he moved to face you, he had that look on his face. That look that meant trouble…or even something more. Your theory was confirmed when that hand slowly traveled to your neck. Just one finger traced over your sensitive spot on your neck. His mark he left the other day was barely visible anymore.

Mihawk moved closer and lips were mere millimeters away from yours. “You know…I can show you how much I appreciate your efforts.” He waited for you to make the first move, or even signal you weren’t opposed to the idea. He knew you weren’t always in the mood, as everything he did was being considerate.

You leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips, closing the gap between you. Knowing he would take the lead from there, it was no surprise when he rolled his body over yours. He remained close, biting your lower lip as a teasing gesture. You could feel the heat of his chest on your breasts and stomach, as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled back, making you whine, as he whispered “You’ve worked so hard…now allow me to take care of you.” He tilted his head and leaned back into the kiss. All you could do was nod and hum, and before you knew it his hand traced around your neck. He pulled back, but only for a short time as he trailed his tongue down your neck, to where the mark was over the most sensitive spot on your neck.

You let out a small moan as he kissed, sucked, and even bit it. Never hard enough to draw blood, just enough to make the previous mark turn a brighter and more defined color. He did love to mark you, and you loved it just as much. Sometimes, when he was feeling territorial, he left marks all across your body. You had the feeling he was about to do just that.

Once the mark was properly defined, he trailed kisses down until he reached your shirt’s edge. With little effort, he tore through the shirt and discarded it to the side, along with your bra. His lips got closer and closer to your nipple, until he swirled his tongue around it, never touching the stiff peak. It made you whine once more, and you could feel his smirk on your chest.

“Baby…please don’t tease me!” You wanted to feel as good as possible, and him being such a tease wasn’t helping. He tended to do that, but it only helped you reach your climax faster once he finally got you to it. You didn’t really WANT him to stop teasing, but you wouldn’t tell him that. Even if he already knew, being the perceptive man he was. You loved that about him.

“Darling, I plan to take my time. I’ll make you feel better than you ever had before meeting me, and treasure every inch of your body.” His smirk turned into a genuine smile, before returning back to a smirk. “I will take care of you, for as long as we live. My beautiful wife, always so eager to spend time with me…to love me…to let me show you pleasure whenever possible.”

With that, he finally used his tongue to make your nipple become even more stiff, loving the feeling of his mouth on one of your most sensitive parts. You couldn’t stop the moan that came out, and it only got louder when he softly bit at your nipple. When he removed his mouth, you even whined out a small noise, already missing the feeling.

With one hand, he moved lower on your body, until it was cupping that sweet spot between your legs. He moved his hand ever so slowly, but enough to make you feel that burning pleasure you loved so much. His thumb traced over your clit, before removing it to get rid of your pants, leaving your panties on.

You whined, and moaned, craving more. When you reached out your hands to feel him, he used his free hand to pin yours above your head. “Don’t worry about me, your pleasure is far more important.” Was all he said, grabbing the rope from the drawer next to the bed. It was softer than most ropes, as he didn’t want to risk a rope burn on your arms and wrists.

He skillfully used his hands to attach the rope to the headboard, before lowering himself so you could feel his hot breath on your thighs. “Be good for me…make as much noise as you can, and tell me how good you feel. I want you to tell me how much you love it. How much you love me.” He nibbled at your thighs, leaving a few marks with his mouth and teeth alone.

He took both his hands, and spread your legs as much as he could without causing you discomfort. Sliding your panties to the side, he slid his tongue along your lips, never touching your clit or where you wanted him most. “Aren’t you my good girl? My lovely wife, and the one I love more than anything else. Each time I touch you, you must say thank you, understand?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “I need to hear you say it. Use your words, darling.” Everything about the situation made you blush more and more, it was always extremely difficult not to blush. He was good at what he did, and you loved nothing more than to let him take complete control. He refused to use his tongue anymore on you until you agreed.

“Yes sir…” It sounded pathetic, but that was good enough for him. When he slowly eased his tongue into you, all you could do was let out a moan as you yelled “THANK YOU SIR!” It felt so good, and your voice dissolved into a series of moans, as you repeated the words as much as you could.

He used one of his hands to rub your clit, which only made you moan louder. You were lucky no one else was in the mansion right now, it would be too embarrassing to let someone hear you like this. Not that Mihawk cared, if anything he loved knowing people could hear at any moment, and show them that you were his and his alone.

He rubbed circles on your clit, and slid his tongue in and out of you for several minutes, until he removed both his tongue and finger. Your voice was pathetically needy, and you made sure to vocalize your wants. Even if you could barely get words out, when you went from pleasure to nothing. You tried to close your thighs and rub them together, but his grip was too strong to allow that to happen.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make you feel even better.” He then did the opposite of what he was doing before, and used his mouth to suck on your clit. He pulled back momentarily to ask, “How many fingers would you like? You have to speak up, I can’t hear you enough.” He used one finger to trace up and down your slit, never entering.

“I…I want three, sir. But not all at once!” You knew your limits, and he needed to slowly ease you into it. His hands were large, so both of you knew three right off the bat was too much for your body. Even if he was already aware, you knew he wanted to hear you say it. He always made sure you vocalized anything and everything you wanted.

“As you wish, darling.” He placed his mouth back over your clit, toying with it with his tongue before sucking on it. He then slowly eased a single finger inside of you. The actions made your moans get much louder, and you could feel him smile against you. “Good…you're such a good girl for me. Keep going, I know you can be louder.” He began thrusting his finger inside of you slowly, before speeding up just a bit.

As he commanded, you moaned so loud that you knew your throat would be sore later. It wasn’t difficult to put everything you had in your moans, since he was making you feel so good. Even without all three fingers, you felt yourself getting just a little bit closer to ecstasy. When he inserted the second finger it only got harder to keep that edge away.

When he inserted the third, you practically screamed. As he spoke lowly around you, you could barely contain it. “So good for me…doing exactly what I want you to. Aren’t you being such a good girl for your sir.” His thrusting fingers sped up, and you were so close already.

“S-Sir please let me cum! I want to so badly, please I need to!” All you could do was beg. “You make me feel so good, I want to reach there! I love you, only you! Always going to be you, I want to feel this good every day, please!” You could feel yourself quivering around his fingers, as you screamed louder in wanting to reach your climax.

“Hm…Have you earned it? I want to hear you say why you deserve it.” He continued his motions, making you scream and shake trying to hold it in. “I want you to feel good, baby. But I need to know you’ve been good today.” He already KNEW why you deserved it, but the jerk you loved was making you say it. As he always did.

“Please sir! I worked so hard today, I cleaned every room, I ate three meals, I’ve drank so much water, I didn’t even touch myself without your permission! I need to cum so bad, please sir I can’t hold it in much longer!” If he continued with this, you really wouldn’t be able to prevent it from happening. You would try your best, but feeling his fingers inside you and his warm mouth around your clit, it would get more and more difficult to hold it back. But you knew better than to cum before he said you could.

“You were so good today. Cum. Cum on my fingers, you can do it love.” He moved his fingers even faster, and used his other hand to rub your clit so he could talk to you through it. “I’m so proud of you, my good, good girl. You’ve earned this and more, show me how good I make you feel. How much you love me, and everything I can do for you.” His pace was relentless, and as the greatest swordsman in the world, he was capable of going harder and faster than most people in the world.

“THANK YOU SIR!” You cried out as you did as he demanded. You came hard, and could feel your fluids coating his fingers. You screamed, and thanked him repeatedly. Declaring how much you loved him, and saying how much you loved everything he did to and for you. Your words became a jumbled mess, and you felt yourself go limp as you spasmed and twitched from the pleasure.

Mihawk smiled, and slowly removed his fingers. While he made eye contact with you, he put those fingers in his mouth and tasted everything you could give him. It made you blush, just seeing the lewd expression he made while he licked and sucked at his fingers until there was nothing left. He moaned at the taste, never removing his eyes from yours.

When he was done, he untied you from the bed, and laid down on his back next to you. You were completely spent, and he lifted you to lay directly on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and how it raced. “I didn’t get to make you feel good…” Was all you said as you closed your eyes, coming down from your high. His response was as expected.

“My pleasure matters far less than yours. Just knowing how good I make you feel is enough for me.” He rubbed your back, and muttered, “You were so good for me today…you make me so proud. I fall even further in love each time I see you.” Aftercare was always important, and for you, being in his arms for a while was always refreshing.

“Thank you sir…I love you so much.” You could feel yourself getting closer to falling asleep, worn out from how good you felt. He was always so kind and gentle with you…when you wanted him to be. He could be rough when you felt up to it, but he was more of a “pleasure dom” than anything else. Being his sub was all you wanted, and knowing he cared so much made everything worthwhile.

As you fell asleep, he muttered, “Don’t worry, love. Rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He wasn’t really tired, but he was one to keep his promises. You knew he would be there. He never left you when you were coming down, knowing it was far more comforting when you were in his arms.

He always took great care of you…and you knew in your brain and heart that he would continue to do so. Mihawk was there for you, your loving husband. Knowing he loved you made the world of difference, and you would continue to love him for the rest of your days. Just as he would to you. There wasn’t a man in the world you would rather be with than him. He would love you, treasure you, be there for you, listen to you, whenever you needed or wanted. That was all you really needed. To know he would never leave you, and travel the world just to come home to you.

You loved him with all your heart, and would risk everything just to be with him and make sure he was safe. Your husband…the words were familiar, but made you smile every time. So as you fell asleep, you smiled, just knowing he would be there when you awake. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind he would love you as much as he could. His soft spot, his soft side that only you saw. He was perfect in every way.

You would love him in life, and as your vows said, even loving each other in the world beyond. Whatever awaited you in the future, you knew it would be a future with him.

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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poisoned veins

✧ notes: first work for my "autumn remedies" event! i'm doing the commonly triggering topics first before moving on to my more soft prompts. stay safe while going out and look out for your friends as well. here's an article about how to recognize drink spiking if it happens to you or a friend and what to do in this situation.

✧ synopsis: sampo protects you and takes you to natasha's clinic after your drink has been spiked, waiting in worry for you to wake up. (hurt/comfort), 3.1k words

✧ now playing: bad things — breathe

✧ warnings: drugging, medical emergency, vomiting, seizure, needles

Entertainment was always sparse in a place like the Belobog Underworld. It was almost a little ironic that a Masked Fool like Sampo found enough amusement in a place where most people spent their free time in fight club and meeting up in backalley taverns. That's what pretty much every establishment in Boulder Town was like in the late evenings. You could hardly expect a fancy restaurant in a community that had been sealed off and short on resources for such a long time. But people still made the best of it. Most bars and taverns had enjoyable menus, so people didn't mind coming back on their weekends. It was not Epsilon XII and hardly comparable to the joyful atmosphere Sampo knew from the Masked Fools taverns, but it was the perfect place to get some inspiration for a new scam.

He didn't expect to find you there when he entered the tavern late at night. He had helped Wildfire out with procuring a couple of necessary items and had gotten back late; deciding he wasn't in the mood for half-burnt scrambled eggs that he tried to make while tired and with a hardly commendable attention span. So take-out food was the way to go tonight. He sat down on the stool next to you at the bar. "Hey, fam!", he addressed you with a cheerful smile on his face, "do you come here often?"

You chuckled at his remark and took a sip from your drink. "Why does this sound like a cheap pick-up line?", you raised an eyebrow at him as Sampo ordered the weirdest food on the menu. "It's not, I swear!", he held up his hands defensively and laughed, "I was just curious, is all." You shrugged. "Well, to answer your question, I don't really go to places like this all that often but I was in the area and I really needed a drink. I'm exhausted." Sampo didn't know what you had been doing beforehand, but he could guess that it probably had something to do with helping another poor soul in need or just not understanding what an appropriate time to stop work was. A common pattern around here, really.

"What a coincidence, I just came here for a meal as well", he smiled at you but was a bit annoyed about having to yell over all the background noise. He felt like you were a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere at the bar. "You don't seem to like the place a lot", he remarked, earning a glare from the bartender who probably thought it was out of place for someone to declare loudly that a person didn't like his establishment. But you seemed almost relieved that someone pointed it out. "Yeah it just isn't as safe and comfortable as I'm used to", you nodded, taking another sip of the drink, "had to shoo away some idiots who were getting a little too comfortable being in my personal space before you arrived."

Sampo took his plate with the chocolate sauce burrito into his hands and got up from the stool as soon as it was brought to him. "Well, if you need their money as compensation, you know where to find me", he winked and nodded his head towards the front door, "wanna sit outside where it's a little more quiet?" Pondering on his words, you noticed you were more than ready to leave this place.

So you followed Sampo Koski to sit on a small bench under a lamp post across from the tavern.

There were a few guests outside and Sampo kept his distance from them as he walked through the dining area. Meanwhile you seemed to struggle a little. "Watch where you're going", an older woman hissed as Sampo turned back and saw you getting a little dizzy, bumping into the sitting customer and causing her to let go of her fork which promptly dropped down to the floor. The waiter made his way inside to get her a new one. "Sorry...", you mumbled and seemed a little bit out of it.

Sampo walked back to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder for support, guiding you over to the bench. "Don't need to hold onto you, really", you sighed and sat down, your words sounding a little bit slurred. He wondered how much you had to drink. "Friend, are you doing okay?", he asked with a smile on his face. "Mmmh...", you replied, feeling the wooden surface under your hand as you sat down, almost missing the bench a couple of times, "...just a little tired."

Sampo raised an eyebrow and there was a look of concern on his face but he brushed it off. He knew how a person could get with enough sleep deprivation. Besides, he was there to look after you when you got too drowsy. It was late and he made a mental note to walk you home when the time came. For now though, he thought he'd just sit under the moonlight with you for a while, letting you take in the fresh air and clear your senses. Maybe he'd get to talk with you a little bit and finally find the courage to ask you out. He had done so a couple times, always hiding his true feelings behind his goofy facade. You had thought he was joking and he didn't have it in him to correct you thus far. He couldn't blame you, really.

The downside of being a jester could very well be that people struggled to see that there was a person with feelings just like everyone else underneath the mask. Sampo gazed up to the stars with a helpless smile on his face. He remembered when he made you laugh and how his first thought had been that maybe this had been the reaction he had been looking for all along when he committed to his shenanigans. That seeing you giggle about his endeavors made it worth running from the Silvermane Guards every once in a while. Ever since the border between the underworld and the overworld was reopened, they had been patrolling in Boulder Town as well, which made Sampo's line of work even more difficult. He wondered if you could love someone who had an arrest warrant on his back. Perhaps he'd always be a coward when it came to letting you see what was in his heart, he mused.

"Well, maybe it's time to head back for us. It isn't long until the night patrol passes through here and I wouldn't want to run into the guards tonight. How about I walk you back home?", he sighed but his heart seemed to stop for a second when he looked at you again. You were slouching, your hand pressed to your head and Sampo noted that you looked a little sick. "Y/n?", he called out your name and tapped your shoulder multiple times. You were unresponsive. "Y/n?", he tried again and grasped your shaking hand as you leaned over to your side to empty your stomach into the trashcan next to you. You missed.

"Hey, maybe we should stop by Natasha's clinic before we get you home, alright?", he spoke softly but there was worry evident in his voice, "you don't look like you're doing too well..."

Sampo saw you reach for the drink next to you with unsteady hands, struggling to hold onto the glass as you lifted it to your mouth. A realization seemed to cross Sampo's mind. He took the beverage from your hands before you could take another sip. Something inside you seemed to protest, and you tried to reach for the glass again in confusion, knocking it out of his fingers by accident.

It fell to the floor with a loud shattering sound, startling you. Sampo saw tears forming in your eyes from the shock. You seemed scared and confused but unable to communicate. "Come on, let's get you to a doctor", Sampo whispered in a comforting voice, helping you up, "I'm sure someone will clean this up, don't worry about it. Can you walk?"

He got his answer when you collapsed and your legs gave in. Luckily, Sampo was fast enough to catch you before your head hit the pavement. You stared up with wide eyes but didn't seem to look at anything in particular. It was like you were staring right past him. Your muscles tensed and you tried to point at something that Sampo couldn't see. He called out your name a couple more times in panic, gently tapping your cheek multiple times as if hoping you would just snap out of it. His heart had sunken in his chest and a shiver ran down his spine, seemingly freezing his bones. You looked like consciousness had left you; clenching your jaw and moving it like you were chewing on something.

Sampo swallowed his fear and picked you up, ignoring the concerned stares of the nearby tavern guests. Natasha's clinic was only a few streets away from here. He could make it in 5 minutes if he ran. Running with you in his arms proved to be a challenge as your body continued writhing. The movements reminded Sampo of a new-born baby tossing and turning in the crib and grasping for nothing in particular. Definitely not something that should be happening to you.

You looked dead inside. The image sent a feeling of panic through Sampo's heart and he was hoping his own legs wouldn't give in due to the shock. He needed to be strong for you now. Memories flashed through his mind of the last time he had met you, grabbing a coffee with you in the overworld and joking around about his newest scam. Everything had seemed like fun and games during a time where the possibility of losing you had never crossed his mind. But now it did. And it terrified him. As the cold air of the night seemed to burn in his lungs as he kept running, a quiet voice inside him wondered what would happen if he never got to see your smile again. He could only guess at what had put you in this state but he didn't know what it actually meant for your health. Were you going to see the dawn? Were you going to stay like this? He probably shouldn't think about that for now, he mused.

He opened the door to Natasha's clinic with such force that it sounded like he had kicked it down as he called out for the underworld doctor. He recognized her by the sound of her heels on the floor as she made her way towards him. "Sampo Koski, how many times have I told you to keep your voice down in my hospital-", Natasha stopped in her tracks when she saw Sampo holding you like this, trying to keep you still as to not drop you, "oh god." She hurried over to the emergency section of the clinic and got a stretcher ready for you. "Put them down here", she instructed Sampo, who carefully lowered you onto the stretcher. Natasha noticed there were tears in his eyes and he was shaking. She had never seen him this concerned about anybody.

"Will they be okay?", Sampo bit his lip and tried to calm down, taking deep breaths while simultaneously doing his best to keep your arms and legs on the bed so you wouldn't hit them against something and injure yourself. "Probably", Natasha calmed him down and brought her medical equipment to your bedside, "I've had cases like this before and so far none of them died on me, so have a little faith, okay?" Sampo nodded. "Would you help me keep their arm still? I need to take a blood sample", she asked him. He firmly but gently pinned your arm down with both hands while Natasha took a sample of your blood and then put you on an IV. She brought the tube with your blood to the laboratory while Sampo held your hand in his to make sure you didn't move your arm too much with the catheter in it.

Seeing you writhing on the stretcher made his heart break. Neither trying to comfort you with his words nor swearing that whoever did this to you was going to pay for it seemed to bring you back to him. He felt helpless. The time Natasha took to get results from the blood test, administer medicine to you and ultimately cause your body to relax again felt like an eternity to him. It eventually just looked like you were sleeping, which allowed Sampo to calm down as well. "They need rest now", Natasha said eventually, "I need to attend to the other patients but you can stay here if you'd like to... though I do have the feeling you wouldn't leave even if I kicked you out." She gave him an encouraging smile, having noticed how much you meant to him. Sampo just smiled back weakly and let her continue with her duty as a physician.

When you woke up your head hurt. You felt confused and didn't know where you were. Images flashed through your mind of you talking to Sampo at the bar counter. That was the last thing you remembered. So it was confusing to you to open your eyes and find yourself in a hospital bed with a catheter in your arm and an annoying beeping sound coming from the machine next to you. Natasha had noticed you had woken up and came over to your bed.

"I see you're awake", she remarked with a soft voice and sat down on a chair beside you, "how do you feel?"

You cleared your throat and noticed how dry your mouth felt. Natasha already had a glass of water ready for you. "Can you hold it?", she asked and carefully handed it to you, keeping her hand on the bottom of the glass in case you dropped it. You managed to hold onto it and take a few sips from the water. "Thank you", you mumbled with a weak voice and sat up, feeling a bit of your strength return already, so you kept drinking.

Natasha allowed you to take your time to gather yourself. "So... how did I end up here?", you asked, your voice still sounding a little hoarse. Natasha sighed. "What's the last thing you remember?", she asked you. You took a moment to reply. "I was sitting at the bar counter, talking to Sampo", you explained and chuckled weakly, "he ordered this horrible chocolate sauce burrito... seriously who eats something like that?" A small smile found its way onto Natasha's face. "So, what happened?", you asked quietly.

"Well... it seems someone mixed something into your drink...", she started, seeing your eyes widen, "nothing more happened but you collapsed in front of the tavern and had a seizure. Sampo brought you into my clinic." "Oh...", you mouthed, your thoughts scrambled all over the place as you tried to process what Natasha just said. She nodded towards the other side of your bed and your eyes followed her gesture, finding Sampo passed out on a chair next to you with his crossed arms and head on your nightstand and a blanket draped over him. He was drooling a little and even though he was asleep, you could tell he seemed exhausted.

"He stayed here the whole night", Natasha told you, "...refused to leave your side even when the guards wanted to take him into custody because they suspected he did it." "He didn't", you retorted immediately and Natasha stopped you. "I know. They found that out after investigating the tavern and hearing from other witnesses that you had that drink before Sampo even entered the tavern." You sighed with relief. The last thing you wanted was for the man who brought you here and made sure you got the medical treatment you needed to be arrested.

"Honestly, I've never seen Sampo so scared before", Natasha remarked, "he looked like he had seen a ghost." Your hand reached for your sleeping companion and your fingertips gently carded through his dark blue strands of hair, stirring him awake in the process. Sampo yawned and opened his eyes with a tired expression but as soon as they met yours, he felt wide awake once more. "You're alive!", he exclaimed with a relieved smile on his face and reached for your hand, holding it in his own, "Sampo Koski was so worried about you!" You squeezed his hand. "Thank you for looking out for me."

"There's absolutely nothing to thank", he told you, sounding more sincere than you had ever heard him, "I'm sorry I couldn't do more..." Those last words were more of a whisper but you picked up on them anyway. "You did everything you could", you insisted as Natasha did some further testing to make sure everything about your condition was stable.

"You're going to need to stay here for further testing for now", she explained to you, "you will likely be fine but it's best for you to remain in the hospital and be monitored for today." You nodded. "Don't hesitate to call out to me if you need anything", Natasha continued, "as for everything else, I'm sure Sampo doesn't mind keeping you company while you're here." You looked over to him and he nodded to confirm what Natasha had said. "If you don't mind, of course", he added awkwardly. "I don't", you reassured him and held onto his hand.

Sampo remained by your bedside until you were discharged in the evening, aside from the time he went out to get lunch for the two of you, surprising you with a meal you had mentioned liking. He was ready to answer any question you had about the time when you were unconscious and the things amnesia has made you forget. He made sure to let you know that whenever you needed to talk or just didn't want to be alone after this, he'd be only one call or text away. Whether he had a 'business meeting' or not, according to his words. He doubted he fully knew how to deal with the situation but he swore he would do his best to make sure you'd be okay. You didn't know where the future would take you and how this situation would affect you in the times to come, but you found comfort in the fact that, come what may, you wouldn't have to deal with it alone. Perhaps that was all the confirmation you needed to understand how much you meant to Sampo. Maybe words weren't even needed anymore...

if you liked this fic, keep an eye out for the other works i have scheduled this month. reblogs and comments are appreciated! 👍🏻

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#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #sampo x reader #sampo koski #sampo koski x reader #sampo koski x you #sampo x you #sampo #hsr sampo #hsr #honkai star rail #honkai star rail sampo

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peace / megumi

wc: 1,015k

a/n: i didn't really know how to end this, i'm sorry if it seems rushed. also, this is the first time i've written anything in months so please don't be too harsh on me. i know it's not my greatest work but i still hope you enjoy it :)<3

work was shit! your boss seemed to be in a bad mood so he was just yelling at everyone. customers were shitty and disrespectful as always and you didn't sleep well last night. you have enough and just want to get home as fast as possible. you're on your way home right now and all you want is to be in your boyfriend's arms.

finally, you arrive at your place and open the door with a loud sigh. megumi, who's sitting comfortably on the couch watching tv, snaps his head over in your direction. he watches how you kick your shoes off and walk over towards him. your shoulders are slumped and you have a small pout on your lips, you look exhausted. it pains him to see you like this but he knows exactly what you need to feel better.

“hi angel.” he greets you. you sigh again “hey. i'll go freshen up and change into different clothes. stay right here and do not go anywhere. i need cuddles.” you tell him, while already walking past him into the bathroom. megumi chuckles to himself and continues to watch his show while he waits for you to return. you quickly freshen up and change into sweats and a t-shirt from megumi.

you walk back into the living room and climb over the back of the couch, right onto megumi’s lap and straddle him. “hold me.” you demand, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head in his neck. he drops his phone and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you as close against him as he can and presses a few kisses to the side of your head. “tired?” he asks. you sigh again and nod. “yes. i hate work. just want to be with you all day.” you mumble into the side of his neck, slightly tickling his skin with your lips. megumi chuckles and squeezes your hips. “i’d love that too.” he replies softly. “let me see you.” he requests after a few moments of silence and you pull away a bit so that your face is in front of his. he smiles at you sadly, you look so tired. “you're off this weekend, right?” he asks. “yeah.” he gently caresses your cheek and you feel all the stress from the week fall off your shoulders. you can always count on megumi to make you feel better even if he isn't doing much and just holds you like right now. “me too. we can spend the weekend in bed just relaxing, i think you need it.” he softly kisses your forehead. you agree and megumi's lips travel from your forehead over to your temple, down to your cheek then to your chin. you giggle and your arms wrap around his neck to pull him even closer. “you forgot my lips.” you pout. megumi wastes no time and pulls you into a soft kiss. one of his hands finds the back of your neck to keep you close to him, his other hand travels under your shirt and gently traces random shapes up and down your back. no matter how many times he kisses you, chills run down your spine every single time. million little butterflies fly around and try to escape your stomach every shingle time. your heart nearly beats out of your chest every single time.

every single time, it feels like the first time. and every single time, it feels even more special to you.

megumi is always gentle with you. he's careful, especially when you're not feeling your best, like right now. he kisses you carefully but not with any less emotions than usual and still very much confident. he wants you to feel loved and tries to put all the love he feels for you into his kisses. and you feel it every time. he's just the greatest kisser, really.

his tongue carefully enters your mouth and gently licks yours. you lean closer against him, your body feeling lighter now, tug on his hair and let out a small moan. you feel his lips smirk against yours because of your reaction. megumi continues to kiss you just like that until you both are about to run out of breath. he pulls away to catch his breath but quickly pecks your lips a few more times before he rests his forehead against yours. he can't get enough of you. you're both panting softly, eyes closed and bodies pressed against each other while you try to catch your breath. it's a sweet moment.

after a minute or two have passed, megumi pulls away a bit so he can look at you. your eyes are still closed and a small smile is plastered on your lips which makes him smile as well. he continues to gently trace little hearts onto the skin on your back. “feel any better?” he asks carefully to not ruin the quiet moment. “mhm, much better.” you answer him softly and open your eyes. “i'm glad. never forget, i'm always here to make you feel better. you can always count on me, yeah?” he reminds you, his hand that was on the back of your neck is now on your cheek, caressing it gently. you nod and pull him into a tight hug, your bodies pressed tightly against each other. “i love you.” you tell him and his heart stops beating for a few moments like it does every time you tell him those three words. he properly wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. “i love you. we’ll stay here all weekend and i'll make you feel better.” he lets you know and he continues to hold you against his chest until you decide that you don't want to be held anymore.

the two of you stay in this position for a long time, the quiet voices from megumi's tv show still talking in the background and the blanket wrapped around you both are helping to give you both the feeling of true calmness and being at peace.

tags: @meoooowwwwwwww @maya-maya-56 @redactedbimbo @sin-and-punishment

<3 @ playgrl0

#p!writes!%*#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi

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nartml · 5 months

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To Pimp a Butterfly and 1989: a rant

Listen here, three things about me are that I'm a) white as snow, b) Greek, c) still a minor.

What does this mean? It means that I obviously wasn't raised with hip-hop, and I got into Kendrick Lamar's music pretty late.

As in, early this year.

I've known of him for some time, and the moment I found out he had a Pulitzer prize at some point in late-ish 2023, I decided I had to sit my ass down and pull out Spotify.

Now, as an avid reader of both fanfiction (ao3 raised me) and books [I feel the immense need to clarify that I don't associate myself with mainstream booktok. Capitalism's consumerism has overrun that shit and all I see are the same 20 books being recycled and recommended (a substantial amount of those are Colleen Hoover and her variants). Tropes and spice* are officially the defining factors of whether a book is worth it (*your porn addiction ain't cute) and quantity is heavily prioritized at the expense of quality. Also, diversity who?], I was, for a lack of a better word, hyped.

A Pulitzer prize is nothing to scoff at in general, more so in music, more so in hip-hop.

(Edit: Upon quick reflection, I realize that putting emphasis on hip-hop can come across as coded.

I am in no way, shape, or form trying to undermine hip-hop or say that it's somehow less 'sophisticated' than, for example, classical music. I'm very aware of the amount of skill and technique one needs to write a masterful hip-hop album, and I'm not doubting that there are hip-hop artists out there who are also incredibly deserving of such a prize. I meant it in the sense that I've unfortunately never heard of another hip-hop artist who won a Pulitzer before, which is quite telling.)

That's some huge shit, and I'd be a fool not to be intrigued.

Admittedly, I didn't get on that immediately. For a while I procrastinated, because I wasn't in the mood to hyper-fixate on anything new just yet.

Which of course meant I ended up forgetting about it for a few months, because of course I did.

But then I came across a TikTok that talked about how it was insane that '1989' won the Grammy when To Pimp a Butterfly was right there.

Now, a fourth thing about me is that I don't fuck with Taylor Swift.

And a fifth thing about me is that I'm not baseless in anything that I do, say or feel, and that includes annoyance.

Her immature understanding of activism and feminism leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The way she built up her fan base around this portrayal of her as a relatable girl's girl, her refusal to accept criticism, and always making a victim out of herself (even now when she's in her thirties and is a fucking billionaire) while never using her position of power and privilege for good are all reasons that serve to fuel my dispassionate dislike.

And before any Swifties get on my ass, no, I don't think that "But she's a singer! Why are you expecting so much out of her, she isn't even qualified to speak on XYZ—" is a good enough excuse.

She has always been rich, and now she's a billionaire. There are no ethical billionaires, and that includes her.

Fame is influence is power. Uncle Ben said it all: With great power comes great responsibility.

And let me tell you, I don't see her owning up to that responsibility, especially after all that talk about how she supports women, supports the LGBTQ community, and supports the BLM movement. Has she ever actually put her abundant money where her mouth is?

I've never seen her speak about anything that doesn't immediately concern her.

Don't get me wrong. She's not the only celebrity like this out there. I'm sure there are worse cases. I know it for a fact.

To wrap this segment up before I get even more sidetracked, I'll outright state that I don't hate her, because hating her would by definition mean that I, in some way, actually care about her, and that just sounds exhausting.

Best way to describe me is indifferent, leaning towards distasteful.

She's annoying.

And that's how I feel about both her as a person and her as an artist.

I'm not denying her talent, nor her impact on the industry, nor the fact that she does have good songs that even I like.

A select few, of course, but still.

Apart from those...what? Ten songs? I have never, ever been able to listen to any other song of her's all the way through.

I get bored. They do nothing for me. They sound empty. Hollow. Plastic. Repetitive.

Her lyrics, that are praised by fans for being deep and complex, sound pretty surface level to me.

Not all of them. But I'm a sucker for analysis. A literature nerd. Greek is my native language. I can tell when something's deep and when something wants to be deep.

(Not necessarily including Folklore and Evermore in that category. Her storytelling ability is actually great.)

Her music largely sounds like it wants to be deep.

Most recent example being her latest release, The Tortured Poets Department.

Anyway, back to Kendrick.

My initial plan was to listen to 'DAMN.' first, because that's what he won the Pulitzer for in the first place.

There was a change of plans after that TikTok.

I decided to compare the opening tacks.

I put on Welcome to New York, and predictably, I felt nothing.

The rhythm is dance-y, I suppose. But there's nothing substantial about it. There's nothing exciting about it.

The lyrics are juvenile, and I get it, it's a pop song and she was in her twenties.

Nobody is expecting Shakespeare (no matter how much you scream or kick your feet, the only reason Shakespeare couldn't write Taylor Swift is because he's in another league entirely) or Odysseus Elytis. Nobody is expecting mind-blowing lyricism.

But it's the opening track to an apparently Grammy-worthy album. The very least I'd expect from it would be some additional levels of artistry.

Am I being harsh? Probably. Do I care? No.

Disappointed but unsurprised, I put on Wesley's Theory.

I ascended within the first minute.

Don't get it twisted, I barely understood shit.

Not only am I white, I am also entirely removed from America and its culture as a whole. I don't know what's going on there in y'all's daily lives.

And this was baby's first proper introduction to hip-hop as a whole.

My untrained, white-ass ear barely caught two references. I got what the gist of the song was about, and that's about it.

I had to look up analyses of the track to fully grasp what Kendrick was on about, and even then, there was obviously still a disconnect.

And I expected all of that.

I didn't expect to get hooked on that song within the first listen.

I swear to fuck, the beat is addictive. I swear to fuck, even when I was fighting to understand what the lyrics were referencing, I was having the time of my life.

Even I, an amateur in every sense of the word, could tell that there was depth and there was quality and there was intentional meaning in every line of that song.

It didn't matter that I couldn't understand it. It mattered that I knew it was there. Not because someone told me that was the case. But because it was audible.

I listened to the next track. And the one after that. And the one after that. I had listened to all of the tracks, before I knew it.

And the evident permeance of quality, of substance, carried on throughout the whole album.

It had exactly the type of lyricism I'd expect a Grammy-worthy album to have. It had exactly the amount of artistry I expected a Grammy-worthy album to have.

Even better, it had all the ingredients I expected a timeless album to have.

The poetry Taylor Swift fans insist hides in her discography, I found in plain sight within Kendrick Lamar's.

After meticulously reading the lyrics, I watched video essay after video essay, searched for analysis after analysis on this album, each time understanding the meanings behind it a little better.

Needless to say that the Grammy's are rigged and I love Kendrick Lamar.

Hip-hop is gorgeous.

#tpab #to pimp a butterfly #kendrick lamar #he's awesome #hip hop #1989 #taylor swift #just to be safe #anti taylor swift

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compassionatereminders · 1 month

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I'm ace I never want to have sex or have a relationship. But I enjoy daydreaming about a relationship I would want and I'm perfectly okay with daydreaming. I do not want this to be reality because I know such reality can't be real. And honestly I wouldn't enjoy a real sexless romance because I don't enjoy being around people for too long and maintaining friendship and relationships plus full time work, doing everything at home (cleaning, cooking) seems so exhausting. I can only be around people for so long until my mood is really depressed (I don't have depression but idk how else to describe my feelings otherwise. I feelbreally down, really sad, I just want to run away from people when I have enough of them)

It does not make me sad and I actually enjoy "the real world" and my "daydream world" I would never confess this to any of my friends because they would probably think I'm mentally ill.

I only said I was ace to one of my friends without other details and they told me I should go to a doctor because without sex no one will want me and I will die alone and I will regret that I'm not having sex and relationships...

And I don't mind being alone, dying alone. I was forcing myself to be in a relationship (never had sex because it didn't last long) and I was miserable. I am much happier alone.

Do you think daydreaming is bad? I am aware of what reality is it's not like I live in a dream world. I'm 25 and I'm actually happy with my life... I do think of cutting off friends who talk to me like I need to be cured so I'll have sex and so on. Even if I were the horniest woman on this planet I still wouldn't want to have sex unless if I knew that the guy I'm with will stay with me. And that one friend keeps saying I need to be cured and have hook ups... which I wouldn't even do even if I had sexual desires... I regret trusting that one friend because I can feel that a few other of my friends talk behind my back as well.

Why are people so obsessed with other people's sex lives? They feel so attacked if they know you don't want to have sex... they take this personally. While I never judged any of them even if they had one night stands. Like even if this is something I would never do I don't judge them at all...

Daydreaming is only a problem if it interferes with your ability to live and function outside your head. A daydream that brings you joy and takes up time but doesn't impair your life isn't inherently a problem. So it's valid for you to prefer daydreams to actual relationships, and you're not inherently in the wrong for not pursuing sex and romance. It's just your "friends" who are being aphobic and mean.

#chat with kat #aphobia tw #sex tw

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https://youtube.com/shorts/T550Vy5XcPI?si=V0y9B6uaJ2kj91FE

Ok, grass platform, this "you like me more" and recently "I can't fix all your problems" AFTER all his teasing and roleplays on bubble is his character development, trying to fix what he created since his early twenties, results if therapy, OR next stage of his shit because i honestly already can't be aware where I'm delusional and where not

okay in the clip... this man getting cocky 😭😭😂😂😂 the "you like me more" is so moody anr bitchy i love it. he's fed up w everyone baiting him and throwing this shit on him 😂

this may seem out of pocket, and i may be wrong, but he does seem kind of worn down a bit. like he kinda seems like he's got a lot on his plate & is getting fed up w people saying things to him. he's just a person & he can only do so much. like i'm genuinely hoping that all of this isn't putting him in a bad mood.

but people are right when they say that he's online & knows what stays say about him. and i'd be fucking exhausted if i had to handle what he goes through. i think he might be too. people expect the fucking impossible from him when he's literally just a person who happens to have a very vulnerable job.

like genuinely just imagine. in the span of a week, you get all of this shit from people who are supposed to be your fans: (1) from the video, someone baiting you to say you love them more, knowing damn well that they stalk your entire life. (2) someone asking you to literally fix ticket sales and complain to you that they're frustrated and have to travel to see you and that you aren't giving them enough attention in their country. (3) people telling you off for not being asleep when you literally are up at the ass crack of dawn bc you have to wake up FOR THEM and to give THEM content. (4) people yelling at you & boycotting you for not talking about a topic as big as a war. as much as i support palestine, do people genuinely think that chris can talk about that? genuinely? "well other idols have done it so why can't he?" like baby, he got chan's room (which he had been doing for what? 4 years?) taken from him simply for saying that some people were disrespectful. by talking about the war, he would not only be the headline in the media for weeks, but he would also be violating his contract. they already took chan's room so what's next? probably taking away his insta, taking away his insta/tiktok lives, severely limiting his bubble posts, and even more. he'd have to issue a fucking apology statement just like last time- they could even put him on hiatus for all we know. i will never understand how people don't see that. "well he shouldn't compromise his morals." in an idealistic world, that's true, but this shit is his livelihood. i don't want to sound pessimistic, but in the end, the outcome of the war is 100% political. we can & should raise money for people who need it and do what we can to help, but we are at a point in the world that the governments control absolutely everything. do you genuinely think that what we do & say matters to them? the government always wins. it's like people are expecting chris' statement to suddenly overturn the government or smth.

and here's the thing: if he did talk about it & jype ended up taking away all of his shit, then stays are just gonna complain EVEN more, start more drama, start saying to boycot jype, sending trucks to make the kids' lives hell, and just generally put everyone in a bad light from the outside view.

meanwhile, chris is literally working his ass off every single day to the point that his body and mind are probably on the brink of exhaustion. like what more can someone give? i'd be so fucking fed up. and the fact that he hasn't exploded on anyone yet is honestly admirable.

i'm so sorry that this has spiraled into my random thoughts & opinions. i guess it just breaks my heart to see so much unwarranted responsibility on one person. like chris said, "i can't fix all your problems,"... with a little smile afterwards, trying to save face. there's no way that man isn't exhausted & that it isn't affecting him mentally. i hope he can find refuge in the little things like taking care of & decorating his new dorm, cooking with innie, and enjoying some rest when he actually gets the time. he deserves it

#bang chan #stray kids #bangchan #christopher bang #torialefay asks

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barista suguru and reader has the biggest crush on him that they try to ask him out but got too nervous to do so!! however.. reader suddenly see him at a party they were invited in, and what does alcohol do to a person sometimes? confidence, and they hook up (eventually got together??) I'm not sure if this request makes sense, and English isn't my first language..

omg hi anon thank you for the ask - not sure if you're an AOT fan but @humanitys-strongest-bamf has an amazing fic similar to this w Levi and its god tier

anywaysss here we go <3

(The ages in this are all fucked up lol, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji are 22 and Gojo, Geto, and Shoko are like 25)

content warning: Haibara and Nanami are lovers lmao, weed, alcohol, cigarettes, hookup culture

(this is my original drawing please do not repost)

Being well known on your college campus is a blessing and a curse. You loved being involved in a lot of clubs and participating in social events. Going to the library or trying to study was nearly impossible with how many people knew you. However being a senior, you needed to focus and get things done. You lived a little ways off campus to save money and started frequenting a little coffee shop a few blocks from your apartment.

The first time you stopped, you had been walking home from class when a storm with bad winds blew in, and you decided to just study in this cafe until the storm passes. There are little tables all throughout, you grab one near the back and pull out some of your course materials and get started writing notes and going over chapters for your quiz in a few days. That is when a yawn washes over you and the exhaustion from late nights sets in. You figure you might as well get a drink while you're at this coffee shop.

Walking up to the counter you squint up at the menu board trying to decide what you're in the mood for.

"What can I get for you?" a man's voice asks.

Lost in your indecisiveness you don't even look down to make eye contact reading between Americano, Latte, Cold Brew, etc.

"Mmmm, not sure yet, I may need a few minutes," biting your bottom lip thinking about how much caffeine you want to intake today.

"We also have a list of specials down in front of you," he says politely and you see him walk away out of your peripherals.

The thing is, you're not a huge coffee person. Half the time it's too sweet, half the time it's too bitter. The caffeine gives you jitters and makes you anxious. Also sometimes coffee just messes your stomach up so you just have given up on expensive coffee places and opt for making your own shitty coffee at home.

You glance down at the specials list, reading them to yourself,

"Almond Joy Latte

Sparkling Green Tea Refresher

Pink Velvet Cold Brew

Barista's Choice"

You finally look up at the employee, a tall man that is turned around cleaning the espresso machine. His hair is pulled back into a cute bun and his frame is just large. You look at his hands, so large and strong with some veins protruding. He has a black button up on with the sleeves rolled up, exposing tattoos on his forearms. Matching it with black pants and a black apron, he looks kind of dark and mysterious.

He turns around and catches your eye, forgetting all the words that were about to form in your head.

"Still need a minute?" He squints his eyes a little and smiles softly as your eyes rake over his whole face. He has a piece of black bangs sticking out from the bun, pierced ears, a lip ring, amber eyes, and an amazingly chiseled jaw. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out and you can feel the heat spread across your cheeks.

"Uh, I, sorry," you shake your head and try to laugh at your own stupor, "Can I do the barista's choice?"

He nods, "Any preferences?"

"Uhm, no, whatever you like," you completely lie through your teeth trying to seem chill. He taps in the order on the iPad at the register and flips it over for you to pay and sign. At least it isn't too expensive if you don't like it, but you eagerly press the "25%" tip button hoping Mr. tall, dark, and handsome appreciates it.

"I'll bring it over to you when it's ready," he smiles and nods his head towards where you were seated.

"Thanks," you smile awkwardly walking back to your course materials, although it's not like you'll be focusing on anything other than the barista soon. You not-so-casually watch him work, obsessed with a man you've hardly spoken to once.

A few minutes later he brings over a cute tea cup and saucer, and you immediately smile when he sets it down, seeing the little design on top.

"It's a dirty chai...like a chai tea latte with a shot of espresso in it and a little special touch. Let me know if you like it."

The man smirks and walks away before you can even properly thank him. You burn your tongue eagerly taking a sip too soon, trying to find another excuse to talk to him. You try to take your mind off of it by scrolling through instagram for a bit while drinking your latte but around this time of year its all couples and engagements and babies which only adds to how down bad you feel. You get a text from your friend Nobara letting you know that a friend of her friend, Megumi, is having a party Friday and the friend told Megumi who told Nobara that they could bring whoever. After deciphering the word vomit of a text she sent you you send back a "thumbs up emoji" letting her know you'll be there because nobody else has invited you anywhere yet.

You finish your drink and decide to pack up your stuff and head home, a few blocks in the rain won't hurt you. It might cool you off from thinking about the dreamy barista you just met. You set the cute mug on the counter, and he turns around when he hears the noise. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking 'how was it?'

"It was great," you smile, "uhm, have a good one," you slightly shrug and turn around to go before he can add anything, just like he did to you earlier.

The next few days are uneventful, you walk by the coffee shop every day on your way to campus, wondering if he is working or if you should go in, but not wanting to struggle to pick a drink or pay for coffee again.

On Friday Nobara walks back to your apartment with you, she commutes in to town so whenever there is a party or something going on she crashes on your couch. She eyes the little cafe, "Want coffee? I think tonight might be pretty fun from the sounds of it!" She practically squeals and you find it adorable how excited she is. "Sure" you grumble, holding the door open for her.

She waltzes right up to the counter, decisive as always, and knows exactly what she wants. You trail behind her, not seeing any employees at the counter, squinting up at the menu board yet again. That's when you hear giggling come from the back room and see the handsome barista come out with some supplies, followed by a cute girl with a short brown bob who seems to be helping him.

You can't help but think about his beautiful laugh, and how you can hear it again.

"See ya tonight Shoko" he says, putting his apron back on and refocusing his attention to Nobara.

"Bye Geto!" This so called Shoko calls back to him as she walks out the front door. You cant help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the way he was in the backroom with his apron off and laughing with a girl.

Like girl - quit being delusional, you just heard his name for the first time and he probably doesn't even know who you are.

"Y/n, what do you want?" Nobara interrupts your talk with yourself.

"I'll have what she's having," you say overly confident, smiling at Geto. They both side eye you and you just remain oblivious, opting to go on your phone as you let your friend pay for your coffee as payment for her 'hotel' for the night. The two of you move out of the way and stand off to the side waiting for your drinks while Nobara talks about how Megumi's other friend Yuji is going to be there tonight with his big brother Sukuna and how excited she is because they're both sooo attractive. You nod your head along with what she says while scrolling on your phone. It's not that you don't care what she's saying, it's just that she knows so much about everything. All the gossip on campus is at your fingertips because of her, good or bad. You zone out staring at whatever drinks the barista is making, watching his damn good looking hands do his job. He walks over to you with two cups and you can't help but just stare at him. His outfit today consists of jeans and a tight black tshirt with a flannel jacket over top.

"Two iced matcha lattes with coconut milk and a strawberry cold foam on top," He smiles as Nobara eagerly grabs both of the drinks and hands one to you.

She sips it right away, "This is the best I've ever had thank youuu," she dramatically draws out while pulling you out the door heading to your apartment again. You look back to see him watching you leave and give a small wave with the hand that is holding your drink. You can't tell if you're imagining it but you think you see a faint blush over his cheeks.

You and Nobara enjoy your typical pregame activities, getting ready together, listening to music, and sharing a blunt.

"The guy at the coffee shop was checking you out," she half slurs, talking while applying her lip gloss.

"What makes you say that?" You think she's messing with you but you also hadn't told her about your little crush.

"When I was ordering he was staring at you the WHOLE time. Like he didn't even make eye contact with me I don't think!" She wines, "God it's not fair he's so gorgeous."

"To be fair Nobara, you think most guys are gorgeous" You giggle and walk towards the freezer to grab some liquor. "Speaking of gorgeous men, who's party are we even going to tonight?"

"I think it's at some guy named Satoru Gojo's house? I guess he's good childhood friends with Megumi from when he didn't really have a dad." There goes your friend, sharing other people's business when she didn't really need to.

"Mmm," you nod and throw back a shot of liquor, "I think I had a class with him when I was like a freshman and he was a senior. A real interesting character."

"Maybe you can introduce me and I'll get lucky," Nobara raises her eyebrows at you.

"You will not be having sex on my couch." You say sternly before you both erupt in a fit of giggles. Gathering a few last minute things before heading out, you also grab a reusable shopping tote and fill it with a little bit of your own alcohol, you never know what they may or may not have at these kinds of parties.

Walking there was a little chilly but overall a nice night for the time of year. This guy must've gone to your school and hadn't left yet given the proximity of his house to your apartment and to campus.

You walk in and see Yuji Itadori right away with his friendly smile and big personality. He gives you both hugs and you know at least if Nobara doesn't get lucky with anyone else she can rely on Yuji.

Your energetic friend holds your hand as she searches the rest of the party to find her friend Megumi. He stands in the kitchen with a white haired man that you faintly think is this Gojo guy, both getting ready to shotgun a beer together. You and Nobara wait to see who wins before interrupting, grabbing drinks out of the cooler and setting down your bag with liquor and hard seltzers in it. It appears that Gojo finishes just a second before Megumi and you hear Nobara interrupting, "Gumi what was that?! You lost like a little bitch?"

He groans in response but ultimately smiles, "Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because you've been stuck with me since high school."

Watching the altercation, Gojo comes up to you and asks, "You're with them?" Nodding his head at the two immaturely arguing.

"Sadly." you respond taking a swig of your drink.

"I'm Satoru Gojo, this is my place, thanks for coming." He eyes you over top of his black round sunglasses, making you feel like you may be wearing too revealing of clothes.

"I'm y/n, thanks for the invite by proxy," You giggle as Megumi makes his way over to you.

"Y/n, good to see you," the spikey haired boy gives you an awkward side hug, and a little kiss on the top of your head. Satoru raises his eyebrows at the two of you and you roll your eyes. When Megumi and Nobara get distracted and head into another room you fill him in. "Megumi and I may have hooked up once or twice when we were drunk," You blush, revealing your secret that hardly anyone knew to this stranger.

"Mhmm, seems like more than once or twice," Gojo sips his drink and sighs dramatically, leaving the kitchen to you alone.

Just then the back door of the kitchen that leads to the back yard creaks open. You turn to see who it was out of instinct, and recognize the girl with the brown bob from the cafe earlier today. She carries on past you not even really looking at you with her cigarette still lit in her mouth.

You see Nobara in the living room from your spot on the kitchen and mouth to her that you're going outside to smoke. She nods and thumbs up, but it seems that Yuji also read your lips and is interested in joining you.

You head out to the backyard, very dimly lit despite the pretty lights Gojo tried to hang up to make it look more aesthetic. You pull out a dab pen and a cigarette and hold them up for Yuji to take his pick. His eyes light up at the weed pen and he takes a huge inhale.

"God Yuji, careful," you laugh and proceed to take a smaller hit.

Your laugh seems to attract the attention of another group standing outside, and you immediately quiet yourself.

"Do you have a light?" One of them asks although you can't make out names or voices and even if you could you don't know many people here.

"Yeah," you respond, digging out a baby pink lighter that has a "Daddy's Girl" sticker on it, a joke that one of your friends gave you. Hopefully its dark enough that they can't see it.

A blonde guy approaches you to grab it, "Thanks, we have some seats over here if you guys want." Yuji happily follows but you're a little apprehensive. However they do have a firepit going so it is a little brighter over there.

"I'm Kento, this is my boyfriend Yu," the two introduce themselves, lighting their cigs at the same time with your lighter. You take another small hit of your pen as the brunette one comments, "Nice lighter." It makes you cough on your smoke a bit but eventually turns into laughter, "Thank you," You smile grabbing it back from them.

Yuji seems to be a little high from his rather large puff earlier, and you ask, "I'm going to go check on Nobara, you need anything?" He smiles and shakes his head and starts some conversation about an underground fight club with the two guys as you walk back inside. You enter back into the kitchen, grabbing another drink and heading into the living room where you last saw Nobara. She is having a heart to heart with some girl that graduated last year that you know of named Maki. They both have been drinking and just are smiling and agreeing with everything the other says.

She suddenly turns to you when she realizes you're standing there, "Your lover, he's here." She abruptly turns back around ignoring your inquiry of who she is referring to. You see Gojo and Megumi talking in the kitchen and decide to go talk to them instead of standing there looking awkward. You couldn't see from the angle you were at, but the brunette bob cigarette girl was also standing with them chatting.

Gojo waves you over to the conversation, putting a playful arm around your shoulders. "So sweetheart," Satoru starts, slurring his words a little more than he was the last time you talked to him, "Were trying to place bets on who's going to hook up with who tonight."

"Shoko has money on Suguru and Yuki, Megumi bets on Nobara and Yuji, and me, well I have money on you and Megumi." The four of you errupt in laughter and yelling over top of each other of who is correct.

"What are we arguing about?" Another voice asks that just came into the kitchen. You turn to see who it is with Gojo's arm still loosely hanging onto you.

"Suguruuuu" Satoru coos, "Finally joined the party! Shoko here thinks you're going to hook up with Yuki tonight."

"Like hell," he mutters looking to see who his best friends choice of girl is for the evening, before his eyes land on you. You can't help but drop your jaw at the beautiful barista from the cafe standing in front of you. It looks like he just showered, wet hair which is half up half down, and you can smell the fresh body wash radiating off of him.

"Who'd you bet Satoru?" Suguru questions, still having his eyes focused on you.

"I bet little miss y/n here and her boy toy Megumi." He responds and your cheeks flush at the fact this beautiful man may think you're not interested because of Gojo's fat mouth.

"Who'd you bet on?" Shoko asks directed towards Geto.

"I'll have to get back to you on that," he turns to get a drink from the cooler before taking a step outside, you assume to smoke.

You excuse yourself from under Satoru's arm, leaving him Megumi and Shoko to talk about more random gossip. Heading to the backdoor, you try to build up some courage to introduce yourself to this Geto guy. Much to your dismay, as you are walking out of the door in your own thoughts, another person was coming through the door to go inside but was a lot more solid than you. Bouncing back onto your ass you giggle, "I'm so so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you look up to meet the amber eyes you've been thinking about for the past week. It feels like the wind has gotten knocked out of you seeing how close your faces were with him grabbing your hand to help you up.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to knock you over like that,” he slightly laughs. “I’m just grabbing a lighter,” letting go of your hand holding the door open.

“Oh I have one here!” You pull it out of your pocket kicking yourself for showing it to someone else again. Well maybe it will at least start a conversation. You hand it to him and he lights his cigarette, not making a comment and hands it back to you. You also decide to light a cigarette, trying your best to look cool doing it but because of the wind you’re having a little trouble. Suguru sticks up his hand to block the wind for you. His damn hands. It’s like as big as your face up close and you say “thanks” with the cigarette hanging out of your mouth now lit.

“Y/n? Is that your name?” He breaks the silence first.

“Yes, are you Suguru?” You ask sweetly back

“Suguru Geto, the one, the only, barista extrodinaire,” he laughs and draws a puff.

“I like your laugh.” You blurt out, now realizing your judgement is a little impaired from your weed alcohol and nicotine pairing. “Sorry that just kind of came out.”

“That’s okay,” he stares at you with kind eyes ashing his cigarette against Gojos house.

“Did you like the matcha today?” He asks after you don’t respond.

“Actually no,” you bust out laughing, “I don’t like matcha I was just distracted when she was ordering.”

“Distracted by what?” He asks.

“You,” you realize how close your faces are and how intimate the moment is with your glowing cigarettes and how intoxicating the mix of his smell is.

He nods and smirks at your response, glancing down at your lips. “I think I want to get to know you more y/n.”

You gather all the courage that you haven’t had with this man for the past few days and put it all in your lips and lean in to kiss him. He kisses back, graciously, putting his hand against the back of your head as you place your hand on his hard pec. He depends the kiss, moving his lips passionately before entering his tongue into your mouth. His free hand wraps around your waist.

Just as things are getting intense you hear Nobara squeal in the kitchen, “GOJO LOOK!” You both break the kiss laughing, but still pressed up against him.

“I think I may know who my bet is on for tonight,” he winks and gives you another kiss, making your knees weak and release a tiny whimper into his mouth. You pray he didn’t hear it, but instead he asks, “needy daddy’s girl?”

You feel your cheeks grow so warm and cover your face with your hands. “Just kidding pretty girl, your lighter was cute though.”

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reblogs and comment for a part 2 ?? 🤭🤭

#geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru smut #suguru geto #geto smut #suguru fanart #jjk fan art

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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Miguel O'Hara x Reader

On Edge

"Just be careful, okay? Miguel is a pretty scary guy, you really don't want to get on his bad side." Gwen said as they walked along the halls of the spider society, Miles was starting to get nervous.

"For fuck sakes, Y/N!" They heard a voice yell as Miles looked at Gwen nervously.

"Maybe now isn't the best time." Gwen muttered, they heard Miguel storm off before they went into his 'lair' to see you standing there muttering to yourself.

"Y/N." Gwen muttered as you turned around.

"Gwen! Oh, it's so lovely to see you!" You said rushing forward to hug her.

"And who is this young man?" You asked looking to Miles.

"Oh um, I'm Miles." He muttered as you smiled.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you. I'm Y/N, the only non spider person you'll find here." You said chuckling softly.

"Is everything okay with you and Miguel?" Miles asked before Gwen nudged him.

"What?" He asked as you smiled sadly.

"It's alright, dear. I'm okay. Miguel has a weird rule that no one asks us what's going on privately... But, don't worry I won't tell him." You said with a wink as he chuckled awkwardly.

"Maybe don't talk to Miguel at the moment he's pretty angry, why don't you just show Miles around? I'll see how Miguel is." You said as Gwen smiled a little.

"Sure, we'll see you later, Y/N." Gwen says before they leave.

You sighed a little and rubbed your eyes, you were so exhausted.

You sat down in Miguel's chair before leaning forward and resting your head on his desk.

You slowly began to fall asleep.

You woke up an hour later feeling someone's hand on your back.

You woke up to see Miguel and smiled softly.

"Hey, love." You greeted as he smiled back and kissed your forehead softly.

"Gwen came to visit me and she's got a young man wanting to offer his help, he a spider person." You said as you stood up and suddenly Miguel's face turned cold.

"Did I say you could conduct important business on my behalf?" He growled as you looked at him in fear.

"I'm sorry... They came in and I just greeted them that's all! I didn't even say he could join or anything!" You protested before Miguel slapped you across the face making you fall onto the ground.

"I am the one who gives you permission to speak to anyone in this place, do you understand that!?" He screamed at you as you turned away from him.

"We have a problem, a fight broke out!" Lyla shouted quickly as Miguel groaned.

You knew Lyla had started a fight to save you from Miguel's wrath.

"Stay here!" He demanded before storming away.

"Thank you." You whispered to Lyla who smiled before disappearing.

You stayed in Miguel's office until he returned, you were on edge, unsure of what mood he was in.

"I'm sorry for snapping, baby." He whispered as you sighed in relief. You stood up and hugged him as he hugged you back.

"I've been on edge lately, baby doll. But, I shouldn't take it out on you." He whispered while stroking your hair.

"It's okay, I know all of this is really stressful. But, I promise I'd never do anything to intentionally upset you." You replied making him smile softly.

"I love you so much."

#Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Spiderverse #Miles morales #Gwen Stacey

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blackkatmagic · 1 year

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Any Sith x Jedi (or anyone really pair) where accidentally created a force bond and it's awkward.

if you leave the pair up to me i will pick the most random pool noodle my brain can conjure up, fair warning

“Can't you stop that?” Feral demands. His voice doesn’t crack. That would just be humiliating, and Savage and Maul are already going to be disappointed enough in him as it is.

“Stop what?” Feemor asks, startled, and turns to face him, which should help but doesn’t. The planet isn't outright swamp, but it’s marshy, humid, and he’s stripped down, Temple Guard uniform hanging loose around his waist, the robes beneath gaping and loose enough to show his chest.

Two days ago, Feral was trying to kill Feemor. Now he can't stop looking. If Maul finds out—

But Maul isn't going to find out. They're stuck together for now, but it won't be forever. It might not even be for long, if the temple in the distant mountains really has the cure.

There's a pause, which Feral only belatedly realizes he was supposed to fill, and then Feemor smiles. “Oh,” he says. “I mean, I can cover up, but we’ll have to take more breaks. I'm from a cold planet, not a place like Dathomir—”

Feral groans, flushing, and ducks his head. “No,” he says, which would be convincing except he knows Feemor can tell it’s a lie. “You're—you keep—everything you’re thinking is so bright, and it’s like looking at the sun all the time.”

Another pause, and Feemor laughs a little. “My good mood is making you exhausted?” he asks, delighted.

Feral pulls a face at him. “I'm a Sith,” he says. “I'm used to Maul, so being inside your brain is…different.”

“I suppose I'm probably different from Maul,” Feemor allows, which is the greatest understatement the galaxy has ever played witness to. When Feral gives him a look, he grins, faintly abashed but largely unrepentant, and offers Feral a hand. “You keep getting too far away, I think. That’s why it’s so loud. If you stay close, it should be fine.”

Feral eyes his hand, then his face, but sighs and slides his fingers into Feemor's, fighting down another flush. “What kind of connection gets stronger the further apart we are?” he mutters in vague complaint, but most of his attention is on Feemor's big hand, the way it curls around his own, callused fingers dragging over his skin. It makes him want to bristle, or maybe shiver. The whole world feels like static, and the only thing that matters is the way Feemor tugs him in close. Feral isn't small, even for a Zabrak, but—Feemor makes him feel that way, and it’s not entirely a bad thing.

Feemor flushes too, just a little. Just enough to make his freckles more obvious. “The kind where we’re supposed to get really close,” he says, determinedly cheerful. “But I think Maul would spontaneously generate from the soil and murder me if we even contemplated that solution to the bond.”

Feral rolls his eyes, falling into step beside Feemor as he keeps moving. “Maul is overprotective,” he says. “He does the same thing when he thinks that clone flirts with Savage.”

Feemor laughs, taking a long stride across a deep spot and turning to catch Feral when he jumps it. “Rex? He swore to me that Savage was flirting with him first.”

“Maul is under the impression that Savage still doesn’t know what sex is,” Feral says dryly, and only partially for the way it makes Feemor laugh again. He can feel it, the wash of warmth and light and heat, and—the Dark Side is useful. It’s stronger. He knows that. But—

Feemor makes him understand just how a moth feels in front of an open flame. All he wants is to press in close, bury himself in Feemor's light, wrap Feemor around him. Maybe over him, pressing him into the soft grass where the ground turns solid—

Feemor's breath catches, and he swallows hard. “That is supposed to make the bond more manageable,” he says, a little rough.

Feral closes his eyes, tries to contain a shiver. Maul will definitely kill him, he thinks. And—it’s the bond, partially. They both know that. They can't hurt each other, have to feel everything bouncing back and forth between them, amplified with every extra inch between their bodies. But he’d felt this way, or the start of it, when he was just facing Feemor across the battlefield, too.

“We still have a few hours of daylight left,” he says, faintly unsteady. “We should at least try to get to that ring of hills the locals mentioned. And then…”

Feemor's fingers curl tighter around his, and in Feral’s head, he’s a thing of light and soft warmth and temptation like Feral has never felt before.

“And then,” he agrees, soft, and pulls Feral onwards, so close there’s no air between them.

#feemorferal #feemor #feral opress #kat drabbles #kat answers #star wars

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hrrorflm · 1 year

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The last time.

Pairing: Checo Perez x reader.

Warnings: Angst, breakup, Checo being an asshole. Not proofread. English isn't my first language.

Monday afternoon after a weekend of racing and all you could do was wait anxiously for Checo's arrival at the apartment you shared together.

The last two months of your relationship had been a little strange, Checo was distant, from the way he refused to kiss you when you asked him, to the conversations that seemed nothing more than a conversation between two strangers who had just met. A part of you attributed it mainly to the poor track performance and the little support his team seemed to show him because of that. His indifference towards you was so big that more than one occasion you reminded him how important he was to you. Still, things didn't seem to change but immediately all the bad thoughts went away when you thought again about how difficult the environment at work was and the comments he made, attributing his notable distant treatment to simple professional sadness.

Almost without realizing it, the night sky covered the city. Checo should have arrived 4 hours ago, however, there was no sign of him in your home. Fearing that something bad had happened, you took your cell phone in your hands to call him. At the last minute and without wanting to overwhelm him further, you chose to check his Instagram profile. Surprisingly it had a story, clicking on the small circle, the photo opened in front of you: Checo with a couple of friends, drinking a little. A feeling of calm came to your chest knowing that he was fine, yet a strange sensation continued to bother you. Opening the photo again, this time to look at it more closely, you noticed a feminine hand resting subtly on his knee. Due to the light in the place it could barely be seen clearly, but it was there. You bit your lip like every time you felt anxiety invading your body, until the sensation of physical pain was greater than that sensation of anxiety. You threw your cell phone to the side on the couch, opting to go to bed to rest properly. Tomorrow you could talk about the photo with Checo.

After doing your little routine before going to bed, you finally went to bed, ready to close your eyes to rest. And even though you tried, the truth was that you couldn't sleep at all. That photo kept spinning around in your head. And Checo not showing up only made it worse. The hours passed and you were unable to close your eyes for more than 5 minutes. When the first rays of sunlight began to brighten the day outside your room, leaving behind the dark tones of the night, your eyes felt exhausted enough to allow you to get a couple of hours of sleep.

9 in the morning and you were already up, still in your pajamas, preparing breakfast when the sound of the front door opening reached your ears. A smile of joy appeared on your lips almost instantly and you hurried out of the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, but as soon as you took a few steps to get closer to him you could tell that he was not in the best mood, despite that photo where he seemed to be enjoying the night. Sighing, you managed to murmur an "I'm glad you're back, love, I've missed you."

Checo stopped on his way to the room and cast a quick glance in your direction, only to resume his pace, leaving you confused, wouldn't he have heard you? Of course he heard you, otherwise he wouldn't have looked in your direction. Maybe he wanted to change into something more comfortable before going downstairs. You decided to ignore that and returned to the kitchen, ready to serve breakfast on two plates so you could share it with Checo.

Leaving the small plates on the table, you walked to the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, love, will you come down?" Checo's voice was immediate, "No, I'm not hungry, I'll sleep a little." You sighed sadly and even a little helplessly, was it so difficult to go down to have breakfast with you? Couldn't I even join you for breakfast? You could feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You shook your head slightly, returning to the breakfast table. But once you sat down and had the plate in front of you, the hunger seemed to have disappeared. Contemplating the food in front of you you could feel the pain in your stomach growing, your palms sweating and your heart pounding. You were prey to anxiety. You knew it perfectly. That's how it had been since you noticed Checo's change in attitude. You shook your head more than frustrated and decided to go back to the room, maybe lying next to Sergio would help you feel better.

You entered the room, watching him rest peacefully on the bed. You smiled to yourself, watching sweetly as he slept, so peaceful, oblivious to everything. Getting rid of your sandals you lay down next to him, waking him up with the gentle movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter," Sergio murmured, without opening his eyes.

You moved close enough to lay your head on his chest, longing for the feeling of warmth that Checo gave off naturally and wanting to inhale the aroma of his perfume that you loved so much. Although your wishes were quickly thwarted when Checo shifted, turning in his spot to turn his back to you. Your look of surprise was obvious, even more so was the moan you let out at that.

Not being able to take it anymore, you finally gathered enough courage to face him and sitting on the bed, you asked, “Is something wrong? ".

Checo seemed not to understand the question and muttered "what are you talking about?"

"You haven't treated me like you always do for two months, Checo. You treat me differently, you're distant from me, you don't talk to me or look at me. You don't even kiss me anymore! I can't touch you because, like now, you push me away." At some point, your voice had raised, revealing your frustration and disappointment with the situation.

Irritated and somewhat annoyed, Checo turned back on the bed so he could see you. "Nothing, nothing happens."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Almost like a spring you got out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom as your cheeks turned red and tears flooded your eyes. You grabbed the knob and before disappearing out the door, you wanted to know. "Do you still like me?"

The answer didn't come immediately and with every second that passed your heart accelerated faster and faster, seeming like it would explode at any moment. All you could hear was Checo's slow breathing and your attempts to stop your tears.

"Why you ask?". The indifference in his voice made you want to run away from there.

"I want you to tell me".

Letting out a sigh, the words you seemed to fear the most reached your ears. "Our relationship is not what it was, I feel strange with you and it's like we are just strangers."

It felt like a bucket of ice water falling on your back, as if your heart weighed 200 kilos more in your chest, tears swirled in your eyes without being able to contain them and your soul felt like it was leaving your body. Holding tightly to the doorknob, your sobs became present. You started to shake. You wanted to disappear. Or maybe you wished it was all a dream. One bad dream and you would soon wake up in the arms of the love of your life, staring at the freckles on his face while he slept.

The complete indifference with which he was handling the situation left you stunned, furious. It was unbearable. Retracing your steps you walked to the closet, grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans, changing your clothes so quickly that Checo was a little surprised. Still he made no vain attempt to stop you. Finally you put on your tennis shoes and took your cell phone, ready to leave the home that you had created for yourselves as soon as possible.

However, a voice stopped you. It was almost offensive, insensitive.

"What?" you asked in disbelief, thinking that maybe it was a bad move in your head.

"If you could come get your things before Thursday that would be great, I'm going to Silverstone and I don't want them to see you leaving, for safety reasons."

The blood seemed to rise to your cheeks, and your entire body trembled at what you had just heard. It felt so unreal. Ironically, a small laugh escaped your lips at what had just happened.

"Okay, Checo, I'll come in the afternoon today." You wanted to sound strong, but your voice had betrayed you. It had barely been a whisper.

You didn't have the courage to look at him one more time, knowing that if you did, a part of you would refuse to believe what was happening. Suddenly, that photo came to your memory. You wanted to ask if that was happening because of her, if there was someone else in Checo's life. But there were too many emotions for one day. Shaking your head, you walked out the door muttering a heartfelt “take care.”

The days had passed. Sunday race at Silverstone. You had involuntarily gotten up very early to watch the race, even with the pain that accompanied your heart that seemed to squeeze every time Checo's name was heard on television. After an exciting and highly contested fight, Checo had managed to get on the podium in second place. Without being able to help it, a smile of pride made its way onto your lips when you saw him there, smiling. You could almost swear the breakup hadn't affected him at all. He looked amazing. Until the camera focused on a woman among the audience waiting for such a triumph. She was beautiful, thin, tall, brown haired and very pretty. But that wasn't what caught your attention, no, no. It was the way she looked and who she looked at, when you finally realized that Checo was also looking at her and giving her a unique smile. Like the ones he used to dedicate to you. Suddenly, something seemed to click in your head. You felt your heart break. Now you understood his treatment of you, the absences, the lack of tact, everything.

You wanted to disappear.

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The Hobi cheer up (pt. 1)

AN: This is part 1 of a series that will consist of 7 parts.I hope you like it!

Lee: Jungkook

Ler: J-hope

༉‧₊˚🖇🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang and an angry-looking Jungkook stormed into the house.

He didn't even give his hyungs a glance before settling down on the couch.

"Jungkookie are you alright?" Jin asked worriedly as he watched the youngest drink a glass of water in a hurry.

"Yes, of course. I'm completely fine," Jungkook mumbled, although everyone could see that the opposite was the case.

"Bad day?" Yoongi asked, but Jungkook decided to just ignore him.

"Jungkook, if you're not feeling well, you can talk to us," Taehyung assured him.

"I'm fine, why don't you understand that? The training was just a bit exhausting, that's all and now leave me alone!" Jungkook shouted before getting up and disappearing into his own room.

"Yup… he definitely isn't well," Jimin commented.

"But what can we do to help him? He's not really going to let anyone get close to him right now," Namjoon said.

"I think I have a plan," J-hope smirked before quietly whispering his idea to the others.

In the meantime, Jungkook had practically fled to his room and was now lying exhausted on his bed. Lately, everything had become more and more exhausting and he felt like he was letting down everyone else.

Suddenly there was a knock on his locked door and he heard a familiar voice: "Jungkook, it's J-hope. Can you please open the door?"

Sighing, the younger boy shuffled to the door and pushed down the handle. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to the others, but he didn't want to upset his hyung either.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice sounding more annoyed than intended.

"Jungkookie, that's not very nice. How do you talk to your lovely hyung?" the older one asked playfully.

Slowly, Jungkook was really fed up with Hoseoks childish behaviour and started to get really irritated.

"Shut up," he mumbled. He actually thought that his hyung hadn't heard him, but he was wrong.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" shouted J-hope in fake disbelief.

Jungkook swallowed.

"I understand that you're in a bad mood today, but with this mood you really need a Hobi cheer up," said his bandmate smiling.

"What's that?" Jungkook asked in confusion, but he didn't have time to think about it because a few seconds later, J-hope was on his hip and had pinned Jungkook's hands above his head.

"Where do I start here?" Hoseok chuckled before lifting up Jungkook's hoodie and running his finger over Jungkook's tummy.

"No hobi hyung…pleahahase don't," Jungkook giggled and tried to free himself.

"Aww such a little baby. And you were just about to tell me to shut up?" J-hope laughed teasingly.

Meanwhile, he had started to trace all his fingers up and down Jungkook's sides and Jungkook was a just a cute and laughing mess.

"I'm sahaharry…..reahally," Jungkook laughed desperately while still trying to get free.

"That won't help you now. And apart from that, you really needed a cheer up my dear Mr Grumpy cat," said Hobi.

"Nahaha", Jungkook yelled or more....he tried.

“Oh but I strongly feel like you needed this,” Hoseok countered, now moving his hands under the younger’s arms. The maknae let out an undignified shriek and burst into even more loud laughter.

“You really are ticklish, Kookie,” he hums. “I didn’t think it was possible to be so ticklish.”

Jungkook immediately turned a pretty shade of pink, darkening every time his hyung teased him like that.

But then came the worst part: J-hope started to move his fingers along Jungkook's tummy in a spinning motion again. But he kept moving it near to Jungkook's belly button…his absolute worst spot!

Until he finally dipped it in. Jungkook's laughter went up another octave, if that was even possible. It was really embarassing but at the same time he could really feel how his stress melted away more and more with every touch of pure affection.

"And…cheerful again?" he asked after a while and finally finished his "cheer up".

"Yes, thank you hyung. I didn't realise how much I needed that myself.

"You are welcome", Hoseok replied before they both set off to the others in the living room.

What do you think? I know it's a little bit short but I tried my best! Which member should get a "hobi cheer up" next? .💜✌

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