#share abt pookies ^.^

[m1stm3]

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omfg. OMFG.

plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsPLSSSSSSSSS look at. look at how cute we are………… augh. aughghhghghhghhhh

everyone commission @/espurrz on instagram NEOWWWWWWW i will literally never shut up abt this wtf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so normal. ssssssosoooooooooooooooooo fucking normal.

[dangaer]

really loving oc hours folks

[gf2bellamy]

Okay okay so I was watching episode 6x6 (Devil's Night) and the beginning when Spencer was really excited to share the origin of Halloween and talk about his Halloween plans and everyone just went 🙄 when he invited them mad me so sad - my poor baby just wanted someone to talk to :(

So is it alright if I please request fem!bau!reader just shyly being like "I'd love to come, if that's okay 😊" and he's like 😳🥹🥰 "yeah"

I found a link to that scene if it helps (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrBzi9VBIFw)

halloween — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: some facts abt halloween a/n: thank you so much for your request ( and the link !! ) <3 i hope you like this <3 also this healed something in me bc this scene always made me sad like i'd go with you pookie ☹️

You sat at the conference table, flipping through the file in front of you. Next to you, Rossi sipped his coffee, deep in thought, while Derek leaned back in his chair, absentmindedly twirling a pen between his fingers.

Suppressing a yawn, you blinked tiredly at the text on the page. But then your ears picked up on something, or rather, someone.

Spencer.

His voice carried through the open door and just like that, your mood shifted instantly, a small smile tugging at your lips before you could stop it.

Derek caught the change. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his amused smirk as he tilted his head slightly in your direction.

He didn’t say anything—he didn’t have to.

The look alone was enough to say busted. Still, he simply shook his head and returned his attention to his paperwork, letting you off the hook.

Moments later, Spencer and Emily entered the room. Spencer was mid-sentence, his voice animated, eyes bright.

“—it became a little more commercialized in the 1950’s with trick or treat and today it only rivals Christmas in terms of popularity.”

His words tumbled out effortlessly.

As he spoke, his gaze found yours, his expression softening just slightly as he smiled in greeting. You felt your heart stutter in response, but you quickly masked it with a small nod, returning the smile.

Emily, on the other hand, looked less than amused. With a sigh, she dropped into the chair beside Rossi, rubbing her temples.

“All I asked was what he was doing this weekend,” she muttered, exasperation evident in her voice.

You glanced at Spencer, who remained standing, still lost in his Halloween tangent. Your eyes trailed down, taking in his outfit—a soft red cardigan over a crisp button-up.

It suited him, and you had to resist the urge to comment on how ridiculously cute he looked.

Across the table, Rossi, Derek, and you were all watching Spencer with varying degrees of amusement. His hands gestured slightly as he spoke.

“You know, I'm toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allan Poe puppet theater or the reenactment of a 19th-century phantasmagoria,” he said, sounding excited when naming those two events.

As he talked, Garcia swept into the room in a burst of color, her outfit an explosion of orange hues. Your gaze flickered to her for a brief second, a smile forming at the sheer Garcia-ness of it all.

Rossi, however, had no interest in indulging Spencer’s train of thought. He raised a hand in protest, shaking his head. “I don’t want to know.”

You frowned at his answer, turning back to Spencer with genuine curiosity. “I do,” you chimed in, tilting your head slightly as you watched him.

“Phantasmagorias are these amazing pre projected go shows invented in France where the showman attempted to spook the audience using science magic.” Spencer explained, his voice picking up excitement.

His eyes lit up as he emphasized the words science and magic, his enthusiasm practically infectious.

And if you weren’t already hopelessly smitten, well—you were pretty sure you had actual heart eyes by now.

Spencer met your gaze, and for a fleeting moment, his confident rambling faltered. A faint blush crept up his neck, blooming across his cheeks as he registered the way you were looking at him. But, ever Spencer, he pressed on, his hands moving expressively as he spoke.

“And it just so happens that I have an extra ticket,” he said, nodding slightly, his voice just a touch more careful now.

You weren’t oblivious—you could practically feel the impending remark forming on Derek’s lips or the teasing smirk playing at Garcia’s expression. Rossi looked thoroughly unimpressed, as if this entire conversation was a waste of his time. The disinterest from the others was obvious, and you knew exactly where this was going.

So, before anyone could ruin the moment, you spoke up.

“I’d love to join you,” you said, your voice warm.

The room—somehow, impossibly—grew even quieter.

Spencer’s wide eyes locked onto yours, his lips parting slightly as though he wasn’t sure he’d heard you correctly. “Really?” he practically whispered.

You nodded, offering him a warm smile. “Sure. It sounds fun.”

For a second, Spencer just stared at you, as if trying to determine whether or not you were joking. When he realized you were serious, his lips curled into a small, almost shy smile. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his cardigan, and you could see the gears turning in his mind—he hadn’t expected this.

Garcia’s eyes flicked between the two of you, a knowing grin slowly spreading across her face. Derek, meanwhile, chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

Spencer, still looking a little shocked but undeniably happy. “O-okay,” he stammered, clearing his throat. “Uh, great. I mean—yeah, it’ll be fun.”

“Well, pretty boy, looks like you’ve got yourself a date,” Derek teased, his tone light but clearly pleased.

Spencer’s face went an even darker shade of red. “It’s not a—” He stopped himself, glancing at you quickly before deciding not to finish that sentence. Instead, he cleared his throat and adjusted his cardigan, trying to regain composure.

You just smiled to yourself, finding his flustered reaction entirely too adorable.

Maybe this Halloween was going to be more fun than you thought.

[satvrnsearth]

I can just imagine kenma being all pouty after losing to a game he never thought he’d lose to, and then running on over to you to seek comfort.

“It’s okay ken, it’s just a game.” You run your fingers through his pudding-like locks, not really knowing how to comfort him as you weren't a gamer yourself. “No it’s not.” He grumbles, a small pout on his face that he hides.

Kenma rested his head on your chest, as he scooted himself closer to you—taking up ¼ of space on the couch. “second place.. in mario kart.” He lets out a faint whine if you listen closely.

“mario what?” You shake your head—that wasn’t the point. “nevermind. first place or not,” You slowly reach for the nintendo switch in his hands, putting it down on the armrest. “you’re still the first in my heart.” You smile, and kenma feels like he's melting.

...

“you’re cringe."

“ehhh?!”

maybe he should try to lose more often.

💭;; first post ahh very rushed and vv nervous but i jus really wanted to share my hcs abt my pookie kenma

credits—

divider: @cursed-carmine

[salt-n-salt]

when i tell u i PEED 😀 u have won the crown for most in character kendall portrayal ive seen so far. oh my god

Look, its been a long time coming. The moment I first laid eyes upon this man I knew that I had to draw him. It's a contract, I genuinely cannot get out of this unless I fulfill my part of the contract.

In my heart of hearts, I see Kenny doing this so I had to draw fanart of him doing so @salt-n-salt

Also bonus slightly self-indulgent comic between Big-Brow Shane and my farmer oc, Apollo. I think they'd get along cause they're both grouchy nihilists that suffer from the HUMAN CONDITION

[dontcurbyourenthusiasm]

Work Crush: John Shen

A bunch of work crush!Shen headcanons!!!

Warnings: bad jokes, stupidly blind mutual pining

Pt. 2 here!

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Starts off as an adorable annoying workplace rivalry friendship

You call him "Johnny boy" and he hates it (especially in front of the nurses)

He calls you "Pookie" because you mentioned offhand once that you found it really cringy

The two of you once had a competition of who could put the most sticky notes on Abbot without him noticing (both of you got a stern talking to from Lena about professionalism in the workplace)

He brings ramen for lunch 3/5 days a week

You share baby carrots during break (ur scared he's gonna die of scurvy)

You clown him for his sickly sweet coffee order

You steal sips of his coffee during shift even after saying it's disgustingly sweet

One day he comes in with two straws in his iced coffee and hasn't really stopped since

You secretly keep a new pack of pens in your locker because he is ALWAYS losing his (bic is the brand he likes)

His pen-losing problem has gotten so bad you sneak pens into his pockets during shift

Parker and Walsh have a bet going on when you emotionally stunted children will get together (its like hundreds of dollars)

Despite the lack of maturity, the two of you actually work really well together and are super in sync with each other

The procedures are fast and uncomplicated with the two of you (when you're not bickering over the most powerful bakugan characters)

You once saw his phone light up with a message from 'LUCY' in the break room and decide its time to date because you haven't in a while and definitely NOT to get over your ridiculously huge crush on the nightshift attending

Abbot lets it slip that you're on going on a date with Larry, the MA from the dayshift on purpose too, that old man is a shit stirrer don't argue wit me

During a code grey (aggressive/abusive patient) you find out John did taekwondo his whole life (which was a surprise bc he never talked about working out, unlike the OR nurses who wouldn't shut up abt their "pump")

John insisted on walking you home after a shift (a drunk patient got a little grabby)

When he got to your door, he asked if you were gonna go on that date with Larry looking kinda like a kicked puppy

All you could do was ask him about 'LUCY' in his phone

That's when you find out that Lucy is HIS SISTER, and you feel a little ridiculous I mean its not like you cried in the shower about it or anything lol

John has the NERVE to ask if you were jealous with that delicious shit eating smirk on his face

(which you obviously were) but you deny

He kisses you on your front steps before your roommate makes an unwelcome appearance

When you arrive TOGETHER the next shift, giggling about something that clearly would not be funny coming out of anyone else's mouth Ellis looks oddly pleased with herself

(you then learn Walsh, Bridgette, Lena, Casey, and Abbot owe her a total of 340 dollars as per their bet)

-

A/N: I literally vomited this up after my last rewatch. Also loosely inspired by this fic I read abt Shen x Javadi which I loved. (Casey is the night shift security guard he literally shows up for a split second in ep 14, Lena is the night shift Lead Nurse obvi, Larry is the Medical assistant he appear in quite a few episodes actually and he looks so familiar???)

[krokusplays]

hi krokus i was wondering if you had any yummy thought brewing abt flame reaver? (˶>⩊<˶)

Hi anon!! (￣▽￣)ノ

Hnng I do have some thoughts brewing about my kinda bad, kinda hot, and totally I-don't-know-what-your-deal-is-yet-but-I'm-scared-and-horny-anyway pookie (˘˘ ♡)

Though, they do all kinda relate to the scenario I shared some time ago

I'm gonna share a few small things that I'm including in the smut fic but since they're more in the dub-con territory I'll share them under the cut~

(also I apologize, I wanted to write like a short headcanon but this turned a tiny bit longer. Treat it as a part of the smut fic from his POV because the fic itself is from Reader's POV)

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I like to think that Flame Reaver looks at you and is flooded with a surge of images that he's not even sure are real. He can't grab a hold of a single one of them, all blurred and faint images, nothing he can specifically identify but it leaves him with feelings. And all these sensations collide with his motivation, his goals, his very purpose.

It hurts but they're so overwhelming that he acts on them. On mere instinct.

That's why he doesn't attack you. That's why he reaches for you and vanishes with you instead. Why he's removing his mask, why he is approaching you without a sword in his hands.

And why he ultimately moves in on you.

Somewhere, far beyond the corruption from the Black Tide, a part of his conscience still tries to break through. And it makes him realize that what he's doing is not right. Not what he should be doing. He had a purpose after all. He had a task to fulfill.

But he does realize it's mostly wrong to you. He shouldn't be doing this. No matter how you react, the sounds you make...

But all he manages to do in this state - delirious, yearning, and overcome by feelings and sensations he hasn't experienced in so long - is to turn your head away whenever you try to look at him.

He makes you avoid the eye contact - mask or not. You don't - shouldn't - see him like this.

Whatever a part of him saw in you - be it a fragment of a memory or if you are the same you just in another life - you shouldn't see him like this.

-- -- -- -- -- --

I hope you like it, anon ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

And thank you so much for sending this ask and enabling my tiny obsession with this guy ♡(>ᴗ•)

[yudaies]

⊹ CINNAMON COUGH ! 김영훈

🫖 ◝ iN WHiCH your husband looks after you when you get sick for the first time in your marriage.

#. 2017 ( SHORT ) PAiRiNG. younghoon x gn. reader. CONTeNT. fluff, sick fic, pet names (baby, my love), est. relationship, hyper independent reader, reader and younghoon are lowkey still in the honeymoon phase, reader gets emotional. ALT/UNi. husband au, can be read as idol or non idol au. WoRDS. 9hundred! ◜ BACK to LiBRARY ?!

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘇 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @deoboyznet @dreamyzhou @sanaxo-o @okshu

AUTHoRS NOTE ♡⃕. had a dream abt younghoon last night so i’m posting this before schedule. this one is for my younghoon && hyper independent pookies ( may you heal and find someone to rely on ♥︎ ! ) and for @from-izzy to feed ur lack of bbanghoon fics on deobiblr. enjoyed ?! comment and reblog!

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @kstrucknet @loserlvrss @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis

© 𝗒𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

"Here, take this," your husband says as he hands you a warm mug. "It'll help."

You woke up feeling sick this morning, forcing you to call in to work and take a day off. Your throat is aching, and your fever hasn't gone down in the past hour.

You take a sip from the mug, and instantly, your throat feels soothed. "You added cloves, didn't you?" you guess, sipping slowly. "And honey, plus something else... cinnamon?"

Younghoon smiles as he gently places a cool towel on your forehead. You return his smile fondly, realising his intention; he is determined to help you heal the old-fashioned way.

"I called your mother," your husband admits, grabbing another wet towel to pat down your neck and chest.

"She gave me instructions on how to prepare the tea and suggested I use a wet cloth to help bring down your fever."

When Younghoon arrived home from work, he worried and fussed over you.

He had called you about half an hour ago to let you know he would be staying in his studio a bit late, but upon hearing your cough and fatigued voice, he immediately rushed home to take care of you.

You nearly cried when he called your name worriedly as he burst through the front door, quickly making his way to your shared bedroom. His dishevelled appearance as he entered and the bag filled with medicines and groceries nearly brought you to tears.

As you finished your tea, he gently patted the cloth over the pressure points in your arms and legs. Once he was done, he handed you a pill, "This will help with your fever. A wet compress can only do so much, my love," he said.

When he left the room to bring you more tea and make soup, you realised how much you adored this caring side of your husband, where he fussed over you with such love and tenderness.

"Younghoon," you coughed, and he immediately rushed back, tripping as he ran to your bedside.

"What is it? Are you okay?" he asked in a panic, grabbing your hand and checking to see if something was wrong.

"I'm okay, baby. I just wanted you to be here with me. I should have called you sooner to let you know I was sick," you admit, a blush creeping onto your cheeks— not from the fever but from the shyness of opening up. “I really like this side of you.”

Throughout your life, you've been independent, often looking after yourself and others. You weren't used to being cared for. Even after a few months of marriage, you rarely got sick, and when you did, it was unusual for you to lean on your husband for support.

Having an "I can do it on my own" mentality since childhood wasn't easy to let go of, but now, seeing your husband fuss over your cough and minor fever, you can't help but feel emotional.

Younghoon notices your eyes welling with tears and cradles your head as he shifts closer to you in bed. "Hey, what's going on? Are you hurting anywhere?" he asks softly, holding you as if you are a fragile and precious treasure, which makes you feel even more vulnerable.

"No, nothing hurts," you sniffle, managing a smile. "It's just— well, you know I'm not used to this, being cared for." As you lay your head on his chest, you hear the gentle thumping of his heart, which calms you.

With a shaky breath, you whisper, "I love you," and he instantly responds with the same sentiment.

"Look at me, my love— in sickness and in health, remember?" and god— the way he looks at you makes you fall in love with him all over again.

"Now, will you let me take care of you, or will you just cry the whole time? Not that I'd mind if you do, but I'm usually the emotional one between us."

You shove him playfully. "Oh, shut up, will you? I was breaking down my walls here," you lament. He laughs at your dramatics, kissing your forehead as you pout.

"Could you please bring me more of that cinnamon tea?"

Younghoon, who had tasted the tea when he was sick, asked you about it. He wondered why you always prepared it when one of you felt unwell.

You explained, "Apart from helping with a cough, it reminds me of my mother. She always made it for me when I was little and sick. You could say it brings me comfort."

A smile spread across your face as you recalled how your mother would care for you, just as your husband is now. "My mom loved making this tea because it was one of the few times I allowed her to fuss over me."

Your husband understands knowing that you prefer to be independent and rarely rely on others. This has never caused any issues between you two, as you've openly discussed it, but witnessing you depend on him now—allowing him to take care of you—fills him with happiness.

He's never witnessed this vulnerable side of you before, and he feels grateful to be one of the few people in your life who can.

To him, you are beautiful, even with snot running down your face, and he tells you so. You laugh it off, but he knows you believe him when you smile at him in a way that could make him marry you again, just to show how much he loves you.

　　　　

“ ㅤㅤsigning.off 💬. ━━━━━━ until next time ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) ♥︎ !

[sweetiecutie]

GOD KRUGER IS GREAT I'd fucking LOVE to see you write for him

A/n: I genuinely think that the only reason Krueger is not popular among CoD fandom is simply bc he’s canonically under 180 cm💀💀

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, dark! Krueger I guess, obsession, nasty😜

Another a/n: also it’s extremely OOC, but what can you do abt that, huh? Let the girl be and share her delusional fantasies on her silly lil blog😩🙄

Okay, so starting off strong - Sebastian Krueger is an absolute, pathetic, needy simp for you. You so much as throw a fleeting gaze in his general direction? He’s there by your side, like an obedient dog that he is for you, happy to do whatever just to please you, to make your day a bit better and easier.

Yes, Sebastian is a terrifying killing machine and a literal war criminal, he doesn’t hesitate for a single second to blow enemy’s brains out or pitilessly cut them open with his knife, letting their guts spill onto the dirt under his feet. But with you? Krueger turns into a literal pookie-bear, all soft and lovey-dovey the very moment he so much as senses your presence (it’s a secret how he does it). And no, he is not ashamed nor scared to show his feral side to you; moreover, he’s pretty sure that this way he can fully let you see just how capable he is, that he can protect his little sweetheart no matter the circumstances, that he is a perfect match for such a frail and helpless thing as you (even though you are fully capable yourself)

Krueger is definitely bigger than you - if not in height, then definitely in weight and muscle volume; and fuck yes would he take advantage of this. He’d corner you somewhere relatively private, pressing you against the wall, his burly body not allowing you a smallest opportunity to slip from within his grasp. Mighty hips are pressed flush against yours, and so is his painfully hard dick. Krueger will hump your leg shamelessly, like a needy fucking dog; he’ll moan and groan and whimper against your reddened ear, telling you just how good it feels, how good you smell, how much you make him wanna cum.

And it’s not like you can do anything about it. You’ll ask Krueger to leave you alone - he’ll distance himself slightly (very slightly), allowing you some personal space, but then you’ll notice your stuff going missing - your tees, lip balms, panties ofc. And even if you confront Sebastian he’d just shrug it off, acting as if he doesn’t have a slightest clue what you are talking about.

You may even try to run but of boy, I don’t think that’ll end well. Being a skilled soldier that Krueger is, having excellent tracking skills, it’ll take a few weeks max for him to get to you, even if you flee to the other end of the world, to some small shithole of a town. And the moment Sebastian actually finds you? God knows what’ll happen, so better don’t push your luck.

So all you have to do is to just allow Krueger love onto you and be his kleine Mausi <3

[homestylehughes]

luke hughes- soft love

summary: the soft love that you and luke both feel for each other. a soft love that will never grow old.

wc: 302

warnings: pure fluff and slightly suggestive if you squint

authers note: omg hi everyone!! I'm finally back with a new fic, I've been super busy over winter break. idk how I found a burst of energy to write but I did so slay!! anyways, hope you guys enjoy this little soft fic I wrote abt our favorite lukie pookie!! much love as always <3

Luke Hughes had always been a soft lover. Careful with his touches. Soft with his words. Luke always found a way to make you feel special, even if he was 3,000 miles or 3 feet away from you. You think Luke knows you better than you know yourself. Always knowing when you were having an off day, if you were sad, angry or upset. 

You never needed to explain yourself to Luke, he always understood. That's what made Luke’s love so soft, you could be you. You could be loved for you, and you loved him for that. His longing love fills gazes when you talk about everything on your mind. His soft laugh when you would crack a not so funny but very corny joke. something that would only make luke laugh.

His longing touches, and back rubs when you were having a rough day. When he’d hold you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. His soft but rough touches during the intimate times you guys shared. He knew all of the right places to touch, all of the sensitive areas he knew needed to be touched. Luke never failed to make you feel loved. His soft love was something you know you never tired of.

 Luke felt the same way about you, he loved how you treated and acted around his family, how you joked with his brothers and father. When you would help cook dinner with his mother. How you would love him in his worst moments. Hold him after a loss, and how you wrap around him after a win. Luke loved how you loved him. It was soft and it was careful. It was genuine. A love that you both searched for, and found in each other. A soft love that would never grow old. 

[nyctoaerah]

AERAH, I BEG OF YOUUU, I SAW YOUR POST ON QUOTEV, PLEASE, PLEASE, ATLEAST A SNEAK PEAK OF THE UPCOMING FIC? OR THE ONE WHERE YOU SAID ON YOUR IG THAT YOU'RE POSTING A ONESHOT ABT GETO! PLS PLS, ANY OF THAT, JUST A SNEAK PEAK, I BEG YOUU, I'M GETTING SO FANFIC DEPRIVED AND I'M SUCH A WHORE FOR YOUR IMMACULATE WRITING 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋

“ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 ”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Satoru’s sister started to have an unusual cravings for blood after managing to tame habakiri, and Suguru is there to help her.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: vampirism (lmfao), sexual stuff, cannibalism (habakiri), blood

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: just a sneakpeek cause i still haven't written the chapter 11 of idiosyncrasies, and this oneshot is in between the timeline of chapter 14-15 and it's a smut one at that LMAO💀 so i probs won't upload it until i finish chapter 14 of idiosyncrasies pookie. And HELP, the new fic i was talking about on quotev is devil in disguise, and i already posted it on tumblr but not in quotev HAHHA. Also, this might be confusing if you guys haven't read the chapter 9 of idiosyncrasies/haven't read idiosyncrasies. I SWEAR, I’LL DO THE OTHER REQS SOON.😭 I just did this one ‘cause i’ve already wrote some of it. Also, hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

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The crimson rivulets of his blood trickles down your chin, the exquisite taste of the sanguine liquid staining your lips. Your teeth bore small smudges of red, smearing them like fallen blood on freshly fallen snow.

Using his unoccupied hand, he cradled your chin, his thumb and middle finger. His forefinger to brushed away the residual droplets of blood on the curve of your lips and wiped them away from your chin too.

“Never thought that you had such an appetite for blood...” he murmured, sensing your touch descending down from his shoulders and going southward on his abdomen. Your fingers sought purchase on his firm abdominal muscles.

“I have an idea as to why you have it though...”

“It’s because you’re habakiri’s owner, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs, the memory of how you had managed to subdue the bloodthirsty sword, to make it submit to your will without it killing you still lingers in his mind. But perhaps, in doing so, you had inadvertently sated its voracious appetite, if only momentarily.

Your body tenses imperceptibly at his observation, and he responds with a knowing smile, his touch gentle against your skin.

“There’s no shame in it, you know?” he reassures in a hushed tone, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip, coaxing it to part slightly.

“And why is that so?”

Curiosity colors your words as you inquire.

“You two share the same traits, that ensures that it won’t eat you, after all, it won’t turn on his master.” he muses with a faint hum, his gaze unwavering.

“Furthermore,” he interjects with a teasing tone,

“It makes you look like a vampire...” He says.

“And.. fuck, it might seem weird but vampires are sexy in my point of view.” He confessed, a laugh bubbling on his throat.

“Hm? ‘s that so?” You asked hesitantly.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, Your predilection doesn’t scare me in the slightest,” he whispered softly, nibbling pensively at his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed upon you.

“In fact, I found it rather... alluring,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Do you truly not mind, then?” you inquired, though his assurance had already been vocalized.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?...” You questioned, your voice wavering in uncertainty.

“You’re too pure for your own well, Geto,” you sighed, shaking your head disapprovingly. 

The unexpected reaction that Suguru received was far from the jubilation he had expected.

Is the pessimistic trait a common trait inherited on the Gojo clan?

Suguru thought, he wanted to release an exasperated groan; you were single-handedly sabotaging the moment once again. Though he cherished your idiosyncrasies, he longed for you to simply revel in the present moment.

Just as he prepared to interject, your hand abandoned its place on his abdomen, navigating its way to his cheek, tenderly caressing the contours of his face. Once again, your mixed signals were a labyrinth he struggled to navigate. 

“You’re seriously letting a bloodthirsty woman in your bed, Geto?”

Your brows furrowed in a contemplative manner, your delicate fingers caressing his cheek as you tip your head to the side, a look of utter confusion etched upon your features.

“Suguru,”

he implores softly.

“Call me Suguru,” he insists, clasping your hand tenderly and drawing it nearer to his warm cheek.

“Suguru,” you repeat in a gentle whisper, the syllables of his name effortlessly gliding off your tongue.

A contented smile graces his lips as he nods in approval.

“That's it,” he affirms with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Suguru..”

You venture forth with your query, your voice barely above a murmur, as his gaze meets yours.

“Ah, about that?”

He inquired, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue as he watched your hand slipping away from his,  The warmth of your touch lingered on his cheek before your fingers finding their way to the bulb of muscle at the neck base, caressing it softly, before your hand pressed onto the twin punctures that you left on his neck.

“I would.” He breathed out sincerely.

“doesn't matter if you're a monster or not...” he whispered.

“I don't mind having a monster in my bed if it’s you,”

Your expression softened at his words before a sharp yelp escaped your lips as he firmly seized your hips, deftly maneuvering to shift his weight and flipping your positions easily so that he’s the one on top of you now.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you sank into the softness of the pillow, your silken tresses sprawling across the expanse of the mattress, you could basically feel the rapid drumming of your heart within your ribcage.

“Want you so bad...” he whispered.

A shiver ran through you, your gaze fixated on his form as he leaned in, lips parted, his teeth grazing his lower lip with a fervor that drew forth an errant droplet of crimson, tracing a path down his chin.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, fingers twitching.

“Suguru...” The word fell from your lips, the syllables laced with a hint of restraint.

“You started it...” he mumbled, brows twitching as he looked at you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this..” He says in a low voice.

“What were you even thinking?... Climbing onto my lap, biting me, kissing me.. tasting me without thinking that there’s no consequences to that...”

His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, a gentle tug coaxing you even closer until your lips were mere inches apart. 

“So, come now,” he murmured, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his onyx colored eyes bore into you.

“Finish what you started, Angel.”

[hanfourz]

hi pookies !! ^__^ in honor of halloween (my fav holiday) i just wanna leave here some thoughts bc i'm feeling silly;

sitting on sungho's lap while doing his makeup for your matching halloween costumes, which probably takes way longer than it should bc y'all end up making out <3

holiday baking with riwoo (we all know he has a huge sweet tooth) where y'all lick the icing off each others bodies :3

going trick or treating with myungjae where y'all share the candy (indirect kissing :p), specifically a lollipop (myungjae oral fixation agenda mhm) just to rile him up

taesan fucking you with a ghost face mask on (i just know he's freaky and would do anything you ask him to) 🤞🏻

acting bratty at a halloween party with leehan (brat tamer leehan just makes sense) so he can put you in your place later <3

OKIE enough for today mwahaha have a nice day <3

— 🐈‍⬛

🪼 - CAT ANON WE FAWKING LOVE YOU!!!!! halloween is also my fav holiday and i was so sad i didn't have smth to post for it but we decided to just use these to make a little holiday smut drabble series... we're definitely making smth separate for sungho and taesan... this is so insane

i cannot stop thinking abt ghostface!taesan... i imagine when u first bring it up he's a little apprehensive bc he doesn't get why you want him to do it so bad. but once he sees the way your eyes go wide and you squeeze your thighs together when he walks in the room with the mask on, he starts to get it. he relishes in the way your jaw hangs slack and you can't take your eyes off him. he takes his time teasing you and working you up, when you beg he tilts his head and laughs but doesn't give you what you want. when you try to touch him, he pins your hands down and says nothing but you already know that means you better keep your hands there or you're not cumming. and the fact that he doesn't say a word through the whole thing makes the experience even better. even when he's inside you, fucking you within a inch of your life, he only lets out quiet sounds so you both can hear the lewd sounds you're making around him. (full drabble is in the works as we speak)

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BRAT!TAMER LEEHAN!!!!! ALSKNFLANFFAL

[milkpup]

✧ stoner! choso ramble thing ✧

@ solrhaf

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›› choso x f!reader drabble / thirst

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: drugs (weed)

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, switch!choso, dom choso at first then he's all soft at the end WOOO,making out, smoking, swapping smoke? idk how to describe it, groping, light smut i guess?

‹𝟹 notes: thank u to my pookie @navi-n0 for the great idea :3 inspired by @comicalgrievance (read their stoner choso i am begging T_T!!!!!) idk if i'll write more, although i like stoner!choso so maybe owo but i just wanted to thirst abt him rn frfr, i like choso more as subby but tbh switch choso is pretty fire ngl LMAO

Choso was happy when he found out you smoked. He was even more thrilled when he found out you were like a fucking chimney, the only one who could match him that he’d ever met.

You both regularly had seshes together, taking turns rolling for each other or packing bowls. He thought it was cute you would use pink papers and add dried herbs, but he’d never admit it to you.

It was his turn, and you were sitting next to him as he was grinding the herb and placing it on the paper. He leaned over to kiss you, taking a momentary break to leave your mouth sloppy. “open, princess.” your lips were covered in sloppy lip gloss, and Choso admired it as he spit into your mouth. “lick it,” he says as he lifts the joint to your lips. you didn’t think it would be so hot to seal a joint this way, but your body said otherwise. “good girl,” he purrs as he pets your head. Your cheeks are flaring and your body feels like a furnace.

Choso isn’t usually dominant in general, but his aura changes sometimes, especially if he’s higher than an astronaut. It was a good change of pace, and you welcomed it.

“Ladies first,” he says as he places the joint between your lips, and sparking the lighter under it. You inhale the unbeatable taste, and you noticed Choso added some dried up flowers and herbs like you had shown him. You smiled at the thought knowing you influenced Choso.

You exhale, passing the joint to Choso and watch him take the longest and fattest hit he possibly could have. He looks like a dragon, grinning from ear to ear as he exhales out of his nose. You chuckle at the sight.

Choso’s eyes lock onto yours as he asks you a question. “Can I try something with you?” Although his question was more in the essence of a statement, he didn’t give you much of a chance to respond as he inhales a long puff from the joint and crashes his lips into yours in the next moment.

He kisses you for only a moment, as his hand locks around your neck and pulls you closer into him. He seals your lips together, exhaling and sharing the smoke. Your mouth fills with the smoke as you inhale. Choso pulls your lips apart, a string of saliva still connecting to you two.

You look over at him through the haze of the smoke, your cheeks flaring and heat pooling in your core. “My turn.” You say as he passes the joint to you.

You push Choso down on the couch beside you as you take a long drag of the joint. You’re straddling his lap as you lean down and kiss him. You bite his lip softly as you exhale smoke into his mouth. Your hands are snaking down his abdomen, and you lift his shirt up, pulling his sweats down. A blush is covering his face as you work your hands over his boxers.

“Can you do that again, please?”

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[amyelevenn]

hiii pookie 🎀

can i request a lando fic where he's streaming and f!reader (who is chronically online) uses like tiktok references and talks to the chat while lando just sits there clueless?? and its like super funny and wholesome and the reader teases him abt it??

THANK YOU AND ITS TOTS FINE IF YOU DON'T‼️

have an amazing day!

chat, am I cooked?

PAIRING; Lando Norris x f!reader

SUMMARY; lando's chronically online girlfriend teases him on stream for not knowing any tiktok brain rot.

WARNINGS; none, just fluff

A/N; aaaa what I cute request!! I really hope I did your idea justice! pls pls pls let me know thoughts and feelings

1.1k words masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

You can’t help but grimace as Lando manages to somehow get killed. Again. For the 11th time. Not that you were counting, or anything like that.

You didn’t even know what game he was playing, or who he was playing with. All you really knew was that dying was bad. But that is kind of a universal thing so, really, you didn’t know much of what was going on.

His pretty face is contorted in an expression that you can tell is anger, but he is attempting to conceal it for yours and chat’s sake.

“Well,” you sigh, trying to lighten the mood, “that was not a sigma male moment.”

The slow turn of his head to your direction, slack jaw and wide eyes makes you quietly giggle to yourself. You try and stay stone faced, maintain the façade of being a loving girlfriend who takes her boyfriend’s games (and deaths) as serious as he does.

“…What did you just say?”

“Umm… I’m just saying you lost a few aura points for that one, Lan.”

He looked like a deer in headlights, and you love every moment of it.

“Chat, what the hell is she on about?” turning back to face his set up, he sees multiple comments of laughter, crying emojis and people trolling him, and yet none of them can offer him an explanation.

“Chat do not tell him what is up. That would not be very sigma of you,” you smile, struggling to contain your enjoyment of his befuddlement. “You are very cute when you don’t know what I’m saying.”

He pouts, pulling your chair closer to him in an act of defiance. You could tell he just wanted to know what you were saying, but you were keen on not giving in. “Sometimes it is as if you are speaking a different language,” he huffs, and you know he said it to get laughs out of his viewers, but the proximity of him whispering it into your ear sent chills down your spine.

The move had multiple viewers commenting things along the lines of:

“DAMNNNN LANDO GOT RIZZ”, “oh em gee he is the rizzler!!” and “rip carlos you would’ve loved to see Lando’s rizz.”

“Ha! I know that one! I’ve got lots of rizz, chat, how do you think I bagged this baddie?” he grins, slinging his arm around the back of your chair. It was comfortable, familiar for the two of you.

“He is lying chat he has no skibidi rizz don’t listen to his lies!!!”

He gasps, pretending to be offended by your insinuation. Lando breaks into laughter, and the melody was music to your ears. With how much fun the pair of you and the viewers were having, you both had forgotten that you had even ordered take-away for dinner. It was only until you heard numerous knocks on the front door of your shared apartment that you were broken out of your trance, lost in the comedy of the stream.

As you move to get up and answer the door, Lando stops you. His hand lands softly on your shoulder, gently pushing you back into your seat.

“You stay right there baby, I’ll get the food for us,” he smiles. The moment was sweet, endearing. If anything, it made you fall in love with him anymore. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head, warming your heart and your cheeks.

He hopped off his chair, and you saw he was wearing those grey trackies of his that made his butt look oh-so-good.

“Ooohhhh chaaat,” you started, making Lando turn around just as his made it to the bedroom door. “Chat I GYATT something in my eye!”

You double over in laughter as his sends you a puzzled look, muttering some nonsense under his breath as he leaves. You watch as the viewers spam their two cents, laughing alongside you at his innocence to internet brain rot.

He isn’t gone for long, and when he comes back, he has dinner from your favourite Italian place in hand. You gasp, ecstatic to devour the deliciousness of Papa John’s homemade pasta.

“Thank you, Italy, for inventing Papa John’s! if only Italy were real,” you fake frown, making sure Lando saw your sad expression.

“Italy?? Italy is real?? I don’t get it,” he huffs, placing the takeout bag on the desk.

You go to reach for your dinner, but your boyfriend is quick to whip it out of your reach.

“Explain what the hell you are saying to me and how Italy isn’t real, then you get dinner.”

You faux gasp, acting all shocked that he would have the audacity to withhold food from you.

“Well… i’m doing it, are you?”

“That doesn’t even make sense??”

“Chat am I cooked?” you giggle, no longer able to hide your amusement of his obliviousness.

“SHE IS CONSTANTLY SAYING THIS!! when it’s just her and I alone, she always asks chat if she is cooked,” Lando bursts, pleading and pleading with the viewers the help him understand the voodoo that you constantly say. His ignorance to your silly sayings always made your day, adding to the vibrance of your relationship as you would poke fun at him for not understanding you. 

He finally gives in and hands you your dinner, unable to refuse your warm smile and glimmering eyes. God, the things he would do to make sure you would never lose your spark.

“Well, we are going to eat in peace now, so goodnight chat!” Lando announces, moving to shut off the stream. “Say goodbye for forever to my beautiful girlfriend chat, she is banned from here on out!”

“You know what that means chat, we are gonna go fu-”

“BYEEEE!” he yells over the top of you, ending the stream before you could finish your sentence. It closes, and he turns to you with a sly grin.

“You little muppet!” it only takes a second for you to recognise the mischievous look breaking out on his face; it was a look you knew all too well.

“Noooooo Lan no don’t do it!” you squeal, already sprinting out the door before he could catch you.

“Get back here you rascal!”

Two steps out the door, and he had already caught you. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around, all while you are squirming in his grasp. You are both laughing your heads off, and he finally puts you back on your feet.

You look up at him, but you can’t get any words in before he presses a chaste kiss on your lips. You melt into him, unable to resist his temptations. The warmth of his body radiates onto you, pulling him closer.

“I love you,” he mumbles between quick pecks.

You had never felt more complete within your life than you did in that moment.

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

as always, feedback is appreciated!

[spadesncrows]

nirei is lowkey becoming my pookie at an alarmingly fast rate so he gets the favoritism <3

may i introduce magical boy nirei……..

(alt ver + mass infodumping under the cut ^^ )

Concept;

The au is pretty self explanatory!! Nirei wants to help Furin, but because he lacks the same fighting skills as his peers, he feels like a weak link. One day, on the way home from patrol, Nirei comes across a seemingly broken compass which is actually a magical trinket that allows him to transform.

tbh i haven’t decided exactly how he gets the compass but I’m kinda thinking about including an antique store opening shop in Makochi and using that as the main setting for that specific encounter……

Makochi’s Magical Boy;

Nirei’s magical boy persona was so very much inspired by his theme song “Navigator” and as such, shares the name. This eventually led to some key motifs in both his design and abilities such as the following…

Star Motif!

Numerous stars can be found on Nirei’s costume !! The primary reason for this was based on the idea that sailors used to use stars and constellations to figure out where they were and how to navigate the ocean. also it looked cute lmao

Compass!

The magical trinket that Nirei uses to transform is a compass. The arrow is essentially stuck to only face one side of the dial (ie. The sun or the blue star as shown above). However, if moved to the opposite symbol, Nirei will automatically transform into the corresponding form. For example, if arrow was swapped from the sun to the star, Nirei would change into his costume. If the opposite occurred, he would be changed into regular clothes.

There is one downside to this however!! Anyone can physically mess with the compass. This means that if the arrow were to be moved at all, Nirei would still change forms, regardless if he was the one tampering with it or not.

Notebook Paper Pattern + Pens!

Seen on both his bow and the fabric around his waist, Nirei’s costume dons a pattern replicating notebook paper. Not only is this a reference to the notebook he uses so frequently, it can also be seen as a reference to map making. lil bit of a stretch but you get the idea

On top of this, the over the shoulder belt holds numerous pens of various colors that can be used at Nirei’s disposal. These pens can have various functionality, but that will be further explained later <3

As mentioned and implied by the functions of the compass, Nirei has two main “forms” (though more may or may not be added). The current forms he has are as follows:

Borfurin Form!

Essentially just og nirei. Normal (?) guy !! Just nirei as he usually is <33

Represented by the sun on the compass

Navigator!

Magical boy form!! Represented by blue star on the compass

Powers And Weaknesses;

ngl this is probably one of the more wishy washy parts of this au that may or may not be be altered as time goes on. I didn’t want to make nirei too op but I didn’t want to make him completely defenseless either…… Some of these im fairly confident abt keeping, others may be altered or cut out entirely!!

Magical Energy;

The main tool at Nirei’s disposal. Though it can be used across all forms, it is strongest and easiest to control when presenting as the Navigator. It is incredibly flexible and bends to the imagination of the user, allowing them to use it as a weapon or tool in of itself.

Overuse or large scale use can have physical and/or mental strain on the user. At best, it can cause minor aching and minor headaches. At worst, the user may be bedridden or may even require hospitalization from resulting injuries. On top of this, over complicated or large scale uses of magic can make effects/attacks weaker as the energy is spread far too thin. For example, assume nerei were to use magic for a bow and arrow esc attack. While magic could be used for both the bow and the arrows, if nerei were to create too many arrows at once, the damage that it can do would be significantly weakened.

Pens;

Though they can serve as regular pens, these pens are excellent supports for magic usage. For example, think back to the bow and arrow situation. If the magical energy was only used to create the bow while the pens act as the arrows, the energy would be used upon maintaining just the bow and not numerous objects at once. This creates less of a strain on the user, is easier to maintain and control and also does not sacrifice the strength of the attack itself!! To add onto this, the ink within the pens replenish as Nirei gets adequate rest ^^

Since the pens are physical objects, they can be taken away from nirei. Though he can easily find them in the chance of ever losing one, pens stolen from him may be harder to retrieve as it would require forcibly taking it back from the thief, including any allies or peers that may have snagged one from him.

Doodles;

Doodles in Nirei’s notebook can be turned into real objects using only a fraction of magical energy. For example, nirei can use pure magic to create a weapon, but doing so would require additional energy in order to keep the weapons shape. However, doodling in his notebook to create the weapon would only require the amount of energy needed for the creation; the doodle would be able to maintain the shape of the weapon by itself. This saves magical energy for nirei and reduces the likelihood of straining himself !!

Doodles are a lot more fragile and easier to destroy due to the replacement of magical energy with paper.

This is all the main stuff i have for this au…… can you guys tell that i rlly like nirei

[forkloverr]

HEY POOKIE😘😘

i feel like im always requesting something.. IM SORRY!! I JUST DAY DREAM A LOT😭

could u maybe write a oneshot abt hawks x reader with POTS? i will explain what that is just in case u arent aware. thats a syndrome to where someone has very low blood sugar and they get light headed pretty much every time they stand up after sitting or laying down for a long amount of time. also it just being lightheadedness, fainting, nausea at random moments. do more research if needed :)

i still need to get diagnosed but ik i most definitely have it and i just thought it would be nice to have some kind of fluffy scenario where keigo takes care of her! like maybe its kinda early into the relationship so when she passes out for the first time in front of him, he freaks out. she told him abt it when they first started dating but he was still very caught off guard.

falling for you! (literally)

ft: boyfriend! hawks/keigo x reader with POTS

warnings: just good ol fluff - fem reader implied

author’s note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG POOKS! the little man who writes for me in my brain keeps leaving.... anyways I'm signing myself up to provide all the chronic illness fluff LOLOL. hopefully I represented it ok!

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It was the first time you and Keigo had a sleepover. He practically begged you on his knees to come over--he wanted to spend some more quality time with you since you were newly dating. Sooner or later you gave in to those puppy dog eyes of his. It's not that you didn't want to be with him- far from that. You were just worried about what might happen, and how he'd react. When you two first started considering becoming more than just friends, you opened up to him about your condition, POTS. Unfortunately, the blond may have been too distracted to remember that, which only made your nerves worse.

So here you were, duffle bag in hand, standing in front of his stupid expensive apartment door. The tension in your stomach was making you sick. Just one night, you told yourself, nothing to be anxious about.

Knock knock knock!

Your hand shakes as you return it to hold your bag, and soon, Keigo opens his front door.

As soon as he sees your cute face, his mouth instantly melts into a toothy grin. "What took you so long!! I've been cleaning up for you ALL DAY! Wouldn't want my pretty girlfriend staying in a dirty apartment!" he winks.

You sweetly share his smile, coyly looking him up and down. "S-sorry! This complex is huge... I got lost like five times."

"Well, I'm glad you found your way, dove. Here, let me take that for you." He bends forward slightly to take your bags, his sweet musky cologne filling your senses.

He then guides you into his apartment, which in fact did look sparkling clean.

"I have all of your favorite movies, plenty of junk for us to eat, and lotssss of blankets." He mentions, entering the hallway to drop off your things.

In his absence, you stop for a moment to soak the place in. It was rather plainly decorated, with vast tall ceilings and white marbled countertops.

Your daze is broken by giddy footsteps approaching you.

"Did I mention how happy I am that you're here and so glad you agreed to this??" Keigo gently cups your hands, raising them to his mouth to kiss.

Your face flushes in response. "Thank you for having me over.."

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Hours pass as you and your loving boyfriend cuddle on the couch surrounded by blankets and candy, accompanied by the low hum of a movie playing in the background. With your back against his chest, you could feel every inhale and exhale, and his hand caressed up and down your leg in gentle and cautious movements.

"Kei?" You perk your head up to face him.

"mmyeah?" he groggily replies.

"I gotta pee..."

At that he dramatically sighed, whining, "But I'll be so cold and lonely without you!!"

Giggling at his dramatics, you ruffle his hair as you begin to stand up, shaking off 5 layers of blankets.

That's when it hit you.

The next thing you know, everything starts to feel a bit fuzzy, and it goes black.

*thud!*

Keigo jumps at the sight of your figure collapsing, desperately crawling across the couch to you.

"Y/N??" He shouts, a slight tremble in his words. His arms swiftly scoop you off the floor, cradling you in his lap.

"Oh my god. Y/n??"

Keigo's calloused hands cup your cheeks and check your temperature. He could feel you breathe, which gave him some relief.

"crap..." he mumbled to himself, "what do I do?"

He softly picked you up bridal style, propping you against the arm of the couch and on your back. He then proceeds to rush to the kitchen, slip on his socks, get back up, and grab you a glass of water.

Kneeling next to you, he attempts to give you water, parting your lips cautiously.

"Drink up, pretty. I'm here, it's going to be ok..."

Before he could raise the glass to your lips, your eyes began to flutter open.

"Kei...?" you softly whisper

"Dove??? Are you ok??" His eyebrows furrow together, matching his equally as concerned eyes.

"Did I faint again?"

"Again?? What do you mean again??"

"Baby... I have POTS, remember?" Your tired eyes met his as your hand grasped his shaking one.

"How could I forget, I am SO sorry Y/n.." He threads his fingers through your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I wouldn't blame you if you dumped me right here for being so careless."

That makes you chuckle, as if.

"It's ok, I didn't want to burden you with it so I didn't really explain it all."

"Dove, you'd never be a burden to me. Look, I'm listening now, tell me everything."

Keigo transfers you to his lap again, holding you gently as you explain your condition. You can physically see him trying his best to make mental notes of every detail.

After that, he vowed to know every single thing there is to know about your condition. As you fell asleep, he cautiously snuck away to his office. He spent hours and hours reading countless medical studies and journals. He researched exactly how to help you and the signs he can look for, so he can be better prepared next time.

Eventually, he made his way back to your sleeping figure, wrapping you up close to him. Your soft heartbeat comforted him, he was so thankful you were ok. You were the last thing he wanted to lose.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, Keigo leaned in to whisper.

"I'll take care of you, I promise."