#he makes his presence known dw

[padfootastic]

hello! this is from a discord prompt by the wonderful @roalinda. it’s established (but hidden) jilypad where molly makes unnecessary comments; protective james & lily, and a sirius who gets loved & doted upon & kissed silly in front of everyone by his partners 🥰

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“Times are grave, we must stand together and—“

James slowly slides his glasses off his face, massaging the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger in a vain effort to relieve the ache building behind his eyes. This is the fourth Order meeting of this month—it’s only the 16th—and it is shaping up to seem as pointless as the other ones.

When they’d joined the Order straight out of Hogwarts, it was with stars in their eyes and fire blazing in their veins. They were ready to fight for their lives and die for the cause. Now? James can’t wait to get out of here as soon as possible. If he wasn’t a part of this circus, he might actually have considered it a bit impressive, the way Dumbledore has managed to create an atmosphere so far removed from the terrible war being waged outside that they’ve ended up on the other end of the spectrum but alas—as it stands, James has to sit through the most boring, incompetent meetings known to wixenkind and his patience is running particularly low.

A hand coming to rest on his knee, hidden under the table, brings him out of his morose thoughts. He smiles instinctively, recognising the touch that he knows better than his own.

“I’m okay, Si,” he says, turning to his left where Sirius is looking at him, concerned. To anyone else, he’ll look exactly as he always does—blank face, hard eyes, lips in a straight line. James, however, can see the worry lining his face as if it were blaring on a muggle billboard.

“You’re sure?”

“Mhm. It’s just…y’know.” He tilts his head towards the gathered crowd, Dumbledore sermonising at the head of the table. The worry immediately turns into exasperation as Sirius’ eyes roll up slightly, making his own displeasure perfectly clear.

“—and of course, the Potters have volunteered to travel around the Continent to talk to the Giants. I’m sure I don’t have to explain why it’s absolutely crucial to the war effort that they be our allies or, at the very least, agree to neutrality.”

“Er, Professor?” Lily raises her hand like she’s still in school and James just knows he’s doing the heart-eyes thing everyone teases him for but he can’t help it. A raised hand. Merlin, this woman. “Sirius will be coming with us too, of course.”

James can—and will—kiss her soundly for phrasing it like a statement, not a question. He knows for a fact they’d mentioned this before, when Dumbledore had first called them to talk about it. Mighty convenient of him to leave it out in his official announcement now.

Sure enough, a very subtle wrinkling of the old man’s brow sufficiently expressed his opinion of the idea. “Lily, my dear, are you sure that’s—“

“Yes, of course, Professor,” she says sweetly, “We’ve made all the arrangements, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“What use would Black be, anyway, other than partying his way through Eastern Europe?” someone mutters in an undertone that’s very clearly heard across the room. Sirius’ hand tightening on his knee is the only thing stopping James from physically growling out loud.

“I realise you’re a bit…slow on the uptake, Mr. Diggle, but I assure you, Sirius is probably the best negotiator this side of the ocean,” Lily shoots back before adding suggestively, “And that’s not to even mention all the other skills he has.”

Sirius, who stays quiet in times like these (unfortunately too frequent nowadays, with suspicion and paranoia on the rise), is giving his own impeccable pair of heart eyes to their girlfriend.

“Now, now, we are all adults here,” Dumbledore says sternly, only entering after the conflict ends per usual. “There’s no need to devolve into name-calling or taunts”—with a pointed look at Lily—“and Daedalus, I understand your concern, but we cannot stop them from taking Sirius with them.”

The condescension in his voice, the implication that Sirius is nothing but a house pet lugged around by his friends—as if he’s not the best of them all—makes James’ teeth grit. It is only by sheer willpower that he manages a, “That’s very kind of you, Professor. Thank you.”

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Later, when the meeting is over and they’re all scattered around the living room—the three of them are in one corner with James ranting to a similarly peeved Lily and a secretly-pleased Siriuswho pretends he doesn’t care. But James knows, has seen first hand how deep the words cut into him. He doesn’t ever want to see him bleed again.

“And the sheer audacity of him to say—Si, if you hadn’t stopped me, I swear.”

“That’s exactly why I did it, Prongs.” Sirius shrugs.

“Personally, I think every one of these idiots deserve whatever James wants to do to them,” Lily adds with a vindictive scowl of her own. It’s not just him that’s fed up with the way people in the Order keep treating their Sirius.

“You really want to let a wild James Potter loose on them, Lilypad?” Sirius asks, one eyebrow arched high in surprise. “You hate them that much?”

“Oi!”

“Yes.”

James and Lily speak at the same time, words overlapping and intentions clashing, causing Sirius to break out in his signature bark-like laughter. James can’t even hold on to his indignation in the face of it, helpless to do anything except lean forward, enthralled by the way his grey eyes soften with joy.

It’s then that a thoroughly unpleasant voice breaks into their moment.

“James, Lily, oh there you are, I’ve been looking all over for you,” Molly Weasley calls out to them, weaving her way through the crowd. She has her signature smile on, though it falls a bit flat when her eyes land on Sirius.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Of course, Molly, is everything okay?” James asks. He can’t see any of the Weasley kids around her but it’s not uncommon for her to hand them off to someone or the other. James gets it, truly. Merlin knows he would’ve gone already round the bend if he had to deal with a brood like that.

“Yes, yes, nothing of that sort, just…a word?” Her head moves in a weird way and it takes him a few seconds to decipher the action. She’s signalling towards the other end of the room, though it doesn’t offer him any more clarity than that.

“I’m sure we can talk right here, Molly.” Lily, of course, is much quicker on picking up the subtext. “It’s just Sirius, no one else can hear us.”

“Yes, well, that’s the problem, isn’t it,” Molly mutters under her breath and before James can even begin to figure out where that came from, she’s speaking again. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Molly, please,” Sirius sighs, like he knows what’s coming. “Let’s not do this, not here.”

“I’m only here to talk. To James and Lily,” Molly replies stiffly, not even looking in his direction. Instead she turns to James, a painfully insincere look of concern on her face. It immediately puts him on the defensive.

“James, dear, don’t you think it’s a bit…inappropriate, the way you keep going?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His voice is hard, unyielding. “The way we keep going?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m only trying to help,” she waves an airy hand, unbothered by the daggers shooting out of his eyes. “I know you and…Sirius are good friends, but all this—really, you have such a lovely girlfriend, have you ever thought of how she must feel when you keep dragging him around with you?”

James’ eyes bug right out of their sockets at the sheer audacity of her words. Did she just—

It doesn’t seem to faze her, his reaction, because she’s clearly on a mission. James wonders, a little hysterically, if they had a vote for this—this intervention and she’s the candidate who won. “A man and a woman need some time of their own, I’m sure you’ll realise the importance of it once you’re older but it’ll have been too late by then.”

“Molly,” he starts, in an impressively even voice, he thinks, “I’m afraid that our relationship is none of your business. I assure you we’re doing perfectly well.”

“Oh, you don’t have to be like that, James,” she tsks, “We’re all looking out for each other here—“

“Excuse me,” Lily cuts in, her temper ice cold and chilling against James’ burning rage. “Sirius is our—“

“Lily, it’s not your duty to keep putting up with every little fancy your boyfriend has. A girl must put her foot down sometimes.” Molly’s countenance has turned sympathetic now, and it does nothing to calm James down. He can see her doubling down, knows logic and reason will go well over her head.

There’s only one thing to do then, nothing for it. He turns towards Sirius, who’s been sitting in his armchair with his back ramrod straight and eyes straight forward. His heart aches at seeing Sirius withdraw into himself—James has tried hard, so hard, but words spoken in bitterness and cruelty always have that effect on him, taking him back to a time he’s spent this whole life running away from. It’s absolutely unacceptable that it happen to him now, when he’s surrounded by people supposed to be on their side, in a place that should’ve been safe.

Lily is speaking, something about privacy and boundaries and knowing when to shut the hell up (he’ll have to get the whole speech from her later, it sounds beautiful), and he simply steps over to Sirius, bending down until he’s right in front of him, a hairsbreadth away, like he was trying to do before they were rudely interrupted.

“James?” Sirius breathes, uncertain. He knows it’s because this isn’t planned—they’d decided to keep their relationship…not hidden, but away from other people. It’s unconventional, and they didn’t want to add more complications on top of everything else. Fighting the world on one axis is exhausting enough.

“I’ve got you, my love,” he whispers before closing the distance between them. The first press of their lips and everything—Molly, the rest of the Order, even Lily’s surprised gasp—falls away until his world narrows into a single point - Sirius - as it always does. His hands are cradling Sirius’ face, fingers softly stroking the sensitive skin below his ears—a move that he knows drives him crazy.

Sirius, for his part, gets over his own shock remarkably quickly to give as good as he gets. His hands are bunched in fists in the front of James’ jumper, almost desperately, and the longer they kiss, the rougher it gets.

A delicate cough—Lily—makes them slowly pull apart, but not before James leans back in for another quick peck. Sirius’ lips are slick, a bit swollen, and it’s the most tempting thing James has ever seen. He wants to damn this place and Apparate him straight into their bedroom but he just barely stops himself.

For one, Lily must’ve had a reason for interrupting; she usually enjoys watching them too much to do that. Besides, if he leaves without her, she’ll be pissed and he has no interest in being on the other end of her creative punishments. Not after the last time.

“James—you—that’s—,” seems like Molly can do nothing but splutter at his, perhaps excessive, display. Well, he maintains it was necessary. “Lily!” Molly turns to her, perhaps expecting similar shock, or anger, or hurt?

She’ll be sorely disappointed, of course, because Lily has the most predatory look out of the three of them. In her smartest decision of the evening, she decides to completely ignore Molly and makes her way over to them. A hand on James’ chest gently pushes him back, just enough that she can comfortably climb onto a now-thoroughly-shellshocked Sirius’ lap.

“What, did you think I wouldn’t want my chance?” she winks before wrapping her arms around Sirius’ neck and kissing him with no less passion than James just a minute ago.

This time, he has the distinct pleasure of being able to watch not just his partners but everyone’s reactions as well. Molly seems to have just…stopped working. He doesn’t know if it’s from the shock of both of them, in an established relationship, kissing someone; or that it’s happening in such a public setting; or, and this one comes from a darker corner of his mind, that it’s Sirius being kissed silly.

Dumbledore looks like his beloved lemon drop has gotten stuck in his throat and those in his immediate surroundings aren’t any better. Professor McGongall has a resigned, but entirely unsurprised, expression and James tips his head in an imaginary salute towards her.

Everyone else is somewhere on the spectrum between shocked and aghast. It’s wonderful. Exactly the kind of chaos James has been itching to stir up in these meetings.

By the time he completes his leisurely perusal and comes back to the scene in front of him, Lily has still not let go of Sirius. Her mouth is attacking his neck now, bright red lip stains and darkening bruises already visible, and Sirius’ hand is inching dangerously close to her neckline. Her previously-completely-buttoned-up-neckline that is now somehow half open. Funny, that.

“Oi,” James calls out, placing a warning hand on Lily’s leg, not because he’s worried they’re becoming too exhibitionist, but because he’s hard enough to pound nails right now and he would really like to get out of here and join the fun himself, please and thank you.

With a lazy, sultry smile, Lily pulls back. Her lipstick is smudged to high heaven and she looks entirely debauched and for James, she’s never been more beautiful than when she’s ravishing their boyfriend after vehemently defending him. Sirius’ eyes are unfocused, and he’s perhaps even more debauched. James can look at him like this forever.

“Like I was saying,” Lily says, all prim like she’s not sitting on one of her boyfriend’s lap while the other is possessively gripping her inner thigh, like she didn’t just participate in possibly the hottest moment of every sad sod in this room’s life. “Sirius is our partner and we very well know how to look out for each other.”

James seals the words with a kiss of his own, savouring the taste of both his partners on her lips.

#james potter #sirius black #lily evans #jilypad #dude i’m so obsessed w possessive james #and publicly staking claim on ur partner #it’s so !!! #also this is anti molly lol #i just. really don’t like her #this one also very neatly tied into my long term HC that molly didn’t like the marauders #and disapproved of their lifestyle and attitudes #but yeah #i had so much fun w this!!! #lily *devouring* sirius while j stares in lust and everyone else is horrified/shocked/scandalised is *chefs kiss* #j/l/s’ disdain towards the order is my wish fulfilment coming in #their absolutely incompetent ass however is totally canon #ik sirius is very passive in this but that’s just bc i wanted him to be taken care of ykno? #he makes his presence known dw #i also really leaned into he whole ‘suspected bc of his family during the first war’ thing that we’ve been talking about here #and it’s not bad. not bad at all #anyway! tell me what u think #should i upload it on ao3. should i post it on glimpses of us or a new work #should i leave it be #gimme thoughts and ideas friends #pen’s writing

[the-moon-files]

The Chain being Down Bad🐕‍🦺™️ for Your Voice lol (Masc!Reader)

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@peepthatbish once again, our lovely muse peep (name twins!!) Has come to bless me, and hopefully i did that gorgeous idea justice, and dw im not done writing them all out yet :)

<333

Sun: Masculine Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: a dash of everybody <3

(except rare ones like Fierce/Koridai/Courage/Sage/etc.)

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Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: fluff & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if i missed any. /gen

Ok but like

Ur voice is absolutely iconic to them

(Like the fairy fountain theme or the appearance of the Master sword, its unimaginable to them for your to not sound like that)

And its not only the heroes of Hyrule, but anyone else who could hear you

Well it helps that it used to be ur only sort of external sign of presence to outsiders

(the Links could also somewhat "feel" you in their own chests sometimes, like when u were stressed over a boss, or sad over a cutscene)

The only others who usually hear you are mostly things like the Great Fairies, the Deku Tree, other weird ass beings that know way too much (Fierce Deity)

So needless to say, when u first crash landed thru a portal into Wild's Hyrule (ur latest Zelda game you've played u guess thats why)

And the Chain had seen u in the distance, met up with you to try and help what they thought was some poor guy who accidentally fell thru Hylia's portals

But as they heard u stutter thru an introduction, instead they knew immediately it was you

Sky and Twi seriously teared up, Hyrule/Wild/Four/Wind all attacked you with a hug and excited shrieking, Legend and Wars were just gaping in shock, and Time was just staring at you

It took you a minute to pinpoint who was from what game, but as soon as you figured it out u literally jaw dropped at Time/Wild/Twi/etc.

(The ones that look different from their in game model or way better irl than graphics could ever capture)

U also may have screamed. A very manly scream. Not high pitched at all. You didnt make Legend cover his ears or the four that tackled u scramble off in fear, what- haha

(U cant blame urself, u were in literal shock, bc that's ALL the LINKS??!! Like u needed a shock blanket like rescue/ambulances gives ppl)

After calming down, it wasnt even an outright discussion or decision u could rlly choose,

They were basically kidnapping u along for the ride, also u were there for them (in pretty voice alone but still) for all their adventures,

So u even suggesting leaving u behind bc u couldnt keep up as well as them had them looking at you like they never even considered it

(And also making them individually go thru the 5 stages of grief: 😨😟😡😭🥺🙏🙏 they were all outright begging u, in their own ways, deadass by the end of it)

So as u travel, you get to understand the full impact of Your Voice, or the Guide's Voice™️.

If anyone has a nightmare, what would normally take another hero poking them with a stick and dodging the reflex punch, or them waking up unable to go back to sleep after having the nightmare, etc.

U quickly realized only took you talking to comfort them, with no reflex punch when they woke up, if they woke up, sometimes u were so good at it the nightmare just cleared ended according to their face

In your first battle against the shadow, along with lots of black-blooded monsters, u realized how much more confidently every Link fought as soon as you were speaking from behind them

They got even better and less stressed abt fighting when u managed to crack a few jokes or go toe to toe verbally with the Shadow lol

Legend outright guffawed when you pulled a dumb "sigh... well i guess... maybe... ur mom." joke in response to his villain monologue, like wiping a tear and everything, saying "u used to say that all the time after dumb long evil speeches, its a fucking classic" 💀

Literally will have them asking you to make more jokes bc it makes them feel better in tense situations/battles (most to least frequently: Sky, Wild, Hyrule, Wind, Twi, Time, Wars, Legend, Four) but they love it equally

Okay but,

U have Definitely. Sent chills down their spines when u get into lower ranges lol

U dont understand why everyone needs to talk to you so bad first thing in the morning,

or alternatively why they keep wanting you to go on a rant abt ur fav book/tv show/thing either???

U are always the last for story time at the campfire every night, and unlike the others, they refuse to let you take a night off, u have to say smth every night??

It amazes u they like ur voice so much, huh, Wild/Twi/Wars/Four/Hyrule must all be getting a little too close to the fire, theyre faces are looking a little red/pink

(Legend and Time just look rlly pleased/happy to be here, they only ever look a little overheated when u specifically look at them while ur talking/or tell a story abt them, and they usually are always the ones asking u another question to prompt u to keep going forever)

Wars may or may not have a life changing moment he told u abt ur voice on his adventures where Cia was like, "Ah Link... let me get a good look at you..."

Link: 😰🤢🥲

You: "... and girl, I am only looking at your tiddies right now."

If Wars had smth to drink right then he wouldve spit-taked.

It was like the one time he was caught so genuinely off-guard, and u just made him suddenly feel 10x more comfortable facing her, he literally couldnt keep his knight trained composure together, he had to lean on his knees he was crying with laughter

That was the first Cia heard of you too and she literally audibly gasped lmao

It was like all of a sudden Wars and Cia had been in on a joke no one else could hear around them (Shiek/Zelda is confused to this day by that)

And there are countless moments like this from each of their adventures where u did this, u cant help but feel mildly embarassed when u hear it at first

But then seeing how much ur voice and comments meant to them and how happy it made them u can help but want to talk more and more and more

Youve never felt more comfortable talking to this many people in ur entire life,

Bc u can literally see their elf ears twitching cutely when they pick up ur voice

BEST BELIEEEVVEEEE

u arent getting out of singing to them.

Yeah, sorry, theyve heard u sing ur fav songs while gaming too many times, they need to hear u sing irl, Now.

Most of them ignore or sort of passively enjoy bards/musicians on their journeys, but as soon as u so much as hum-

Its like they're all clambering to get closer to hear u, but also not make u aware thats what theyre doing, so they end up just:

Four/Legend/Hyrule trying to hide behind various (upside down) books, behind plants that're not that bushy, or one memorable time, when u sang "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" quietly to urself, a bard's tune got close and reminded u of it,

and Four fully threw his hammer on his toes bc he was so shocked/lovestruck, he completely missed the anvil and just threw it at the ground/his feet LMAO

Time and Wars, cheeky strategists they are, immediately fall back behind u wherever u are, so u cant see them, but they can still hear u lol

(Theyre the only ones youve not caught actively listening/straining to come closer to hear u... bc theyre behind u lol)

Wild/Sky/Twi all fully whip their heads around fast enough to crack it, then clumsily try to recover so u wont stop

Wild/Sky just fully accidentally like fall into lakes/ponds trying to stay just out of range or even (they both tried it once, and never again after u got onto them) got on a rooftop

And fell. When u got quieter they tried to get closer and- yep.

(Idiots were fine and smiling when u came to check on them)

Twilight.

Twilight's the worst ngl.

Just fully stares in awe at you until u stop out of embarassment, and has had the audacity multiple times to pop up as Wolfie and just happily listen like you havent also been thru the adventure that literally made him a werewolf

Wind is a cutie, he always joins in, esp when he recognizes the song, and since they can somehow remember the songs u sang while gaming, it will never not be a core memory for you to sing "Drunken Sailor" back to back with "I LOVE YOU HOE" by ODETARI (ft.9lives)

with Wind Waker Link.

You nearly died when you heard him singing the chorus, like literally right after drunken sailor 💀

(Its catchy u got it stuck in ur head from tiktok audios)

(Wind absolutely makes fun of the others for being in love with ur voice, like he'll trick u into ranting abt smth late at night when ur voice is husky or ur just low energy atm, and then from behind you just mouth at the rest of them, sitting looking up at you like ur an angel,

G A Y Y Y Y 🫵🫵🫵 )

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Sorry to anyone whose sent in stuff to my mailbox! I promise ill answer u tomorrow!!

Im acc running another blog for a diff fandom and i got busy today :/

BUT THANK U SM AND I LOVE YOU TO ANYONE WHO SENT STUFF IN !! <3333

Like, i would write a fic for u tysm for showing me ur interest bc it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing thru LU fandom when i check the tags 💀

Which isnt awful! I just like hearing feedback from ppl or just talking abt LU and stuff :)

Peace out,

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#linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #linked universe reader #linked universe male reader #loz link x reader #jfc is that all of them yet #lu imagines #now? #yeah sure thatll be all the tags #well i should #peepthatbish's catalogue!! #thats the tag now for them giving me all these gorgeous gorgeous male reader ideas #ngl i feel like i cant emphasize that reader is masc enough? maybe thats just the trans in me speaking 💀

[just-jordie-things]

Omgs #2 with gojo but they're older and reader kisses the scar on his forehead from toji's stabwound???

I read your other drabble where he dies and comes back and i couldn't help myself!!!

yes but i think it was just his throat so i hope it's okay i warped it to that a little bit (dw there's still a forehead kiss in there!)

2: Kiss On The Forehead ___

as quiet as satoru is when he enters your room, he still wakes you. and as soon as he sees your blanket-wrapped silhouette stir before sitting up to gaze upon your late night visitor, he winces.

"sorry," he mumbles, sliding your door shut behind him as quietly as he could. "i thought i was quiet enough this time"

you slowly blink your eyes open, shaking your head to ease him of his needless worry.

"don't be sorry," you murmur, patting the space beside you. "c'mere"

your voice is all the more enticing in it's sleepy state, slow, gentle, sometimes a little raspy, it might have been his favorite time to hear you speak to him. even if he did have to wake you up.

satoru steps further into the room, until he perches on the side of your bed. you frown when he doesn't completely invade the space as if it were his own. you preferred the nights he crawled into your bed and took up all of your space with his lanky body.

"what's keeping you up, sweetheart?" you mumble, leaning your head against his back, nestled between his shoulder blades.

though his thoughts are plagued with darkness tonight, he smiles to himself as you settled against him in a position that's surely uncomfortable, but you seem to rest there anyways.

"same old, i won't bore you with the details," he murmurs in response, barely looking at you from over his shoulder. "you know i sleep better in your room though"

"I sleep better with you" you reply, speaking the truth for the both of you. again, satoru smiles to himself.

it's quiet for a bit, long enough that he thinks you might have fallen asleep against his back, hunched over and awkwardly tangled in your blankets. but suddenly you're moving about, and then leaning off of him. only to crawl next to his side.

he can tell you struggle to keep your eyes open, but you peer up at him anyways.

you don't say anything at first, but your actions speak louder than you could anyways. one of your hands finds his, your fingers wrapping around it and pressing into his palm with gentle assurance that you were here.

"i wish i could make this all go away," you whisper into the void of darkness, only for his ears to hear. "i wish i could take all of this pain away from you,"

you hold such genuine concern for him that satoru has to wonder what he did to earn such care from another person. especially someone like you, who was so effortlessly perfect, kind, comforting, the greatest friend he's ever known. the only person he could consistently wake up in the middle of the night when he can't sleep because only your presence relaxes him enough to forget about the rest of the world.

"if there was a way i could take it all from you and carry it myself, i would" you whisper, before leaning your head against his bicep, your eyes falling shut as your tiredness overcomes you again.

"i know, sweetheart," he whispers back, raising your conjoined hands to place a kiss on the back of yours. "and if there was a way you could, i would never let you"

you copy his action, placing your own kiss on his hand, before lifting your head and smiling up at him softly, sadly.

"i know" you repeat, your voice hardly above a whisper.

your eyes wander his face for a moment, noting how tired he looks, and how odd it still is for you to see him let his guard down around you so you could see just how tired he was. your heart ached for him, in every possible way. you wish he didn't have to carry the weight of the world alone. you wish you could do more than hold his hand and lure him to sleep.

he's wearing a tee shirt and sweats, his usual sleep attire, but tonight your eyes focused on the exposed length of his neck. the scars on his throat had been there for years, they weren't new to you, in fact, you'd been present when toji had given them to him. the memory makes a chill run down your spine. satoru notices.

his brows furrow and his free hand reaches around your shoulders, adjusting your blanket to be better wrapped around you so you wouldn't feel another chill. your sight remains locked on his neck.

giving into the impulsive thought, your untethered hand reaches out to him, slowly, as if it was possible for you to startle him, and your fingers trail delicately over the most solid mark.

you feel his adams apple bob as he swallows harshly from your gentle touch.

"it doesn't hurt, does it?" you whisper.

satoru shakes his head.

"course not," he murmurs back, his voice taking a tone you'd never heard before. briefly, your eyes flicker up to his. "just... not a place anyone's really touched before," he explains. "but, it's... nice"

with his assurance you trace the spot in small, careful movements, before your hand tilts his chin up, so you could lean closer and softly plant your lips on the spot. not for any desirable reason, you simply wanted him to feel the kindness and warmth he deserved. it wasn't fair that the honored one himself was touch starved.

when you pull away, you give him a smile, which he shakily returns.

you lean up again, kissing his cheek, and then his forehead, your lips lingering against his skin with each sweet peck, until you're satisfied, and you crawl back into bed.

"c'mere," you beckon him again by patting the empty space beside you. "it's late. we should sleep"

he'd much rather coax more kisses out of you, but satoru decides to settle in with you for now. surely he could do so on another day. perhaps in the morning when you wake.

"i love you, y'know" he mumbles as he makes himself comfortable on your pillows and tucks you carefully under his arm.

"mhm," you hum back sleepily. " 'nd i love y'too"

he smiles in content as he drifts to sleep beside you. his mind was impermeable against dark thoughts when you were around to ward them all off. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru brainrot #satoru #gojo #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[daichiduskdrop]

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Chapter 36

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :)

Words: 3949

A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry for such a long, unannounced break. I needed to take some time off. The updates will probably be less frequent, but I'll try my best to post.

Also, if there are any mistakes regarding the story line not lining up, please let me know! I might have forgotten about something and not realised! :( (Cupcake reveal is coming soon dw!)

How are you? I hope you well and care.

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Jungkook nor Yoongi could help but gush and coo over you. Not only were their protective and alpha headspaces triggered by your still-dropped form, but just seeing you tightly cuddle up to the packalpha made their hearts flutter.

The youngest alpha held you close, gently fretting over you. Sure, you have cried yourself to sleep, but he couldn't help himself.

You were their courted omega, hopefully one day their own truly, and it really upsets them whenever you would cry or drop in their presence.

Frankly, it broke their hearts, shattered even, knowing that they were meant to be there to calm you down and make sure you were okay.

They didn't have as much experience with omegas as they might have thought they did before they got to meet you and start the courting—gosh, they were so wrong.

Of course, Jungkook's friend Juwon had an omega in his pack, but the youngest alpha never really got around to truly talk to him that often.

When the pack would hold meet and greets and see their fans up close, they got to meet all of the different second genders at once, so they have seen many omegas to be truthful, it was quite usual.

Only when a different K-pop group, not as well known as BTS but having a pretty large fan base, promoted and held their own meet and greet, and a terrible accident happened, did the whole industry shaken.

While crowds were known to unsettle and frighten omegas, as well as the loud noises, many fans just wanted to see the idols and would take the risk.

And it got especially risky when the price of the entrance was too high for the whole pack to get, ending with sometimes just the omega by themselves.

When the meet and greet of the K-pop group happened, it was quite a few years ago. Back then, one of the band members has suffered an injury, making them unable to participate.

Though, as the group felt bad for the short notice, they didn't want to leave any of their fans in dissapointment, and so the injured member came over to quickly wave at everyone and chat for a short while before they were ushered away again—or so was the plan.

As the leader of the group came over to see their sweet fans, the overpacked room was filled with loud shouts of excitement and joy, though quickly turning into cries of distress and worry.

The mass of fans moved over quickly, and so many of the naturally smaller or shorter ones started to get pushed around and would stumble, eventually ending in many of them tripping and falling over.

The giant group of fans of all different scents, which just confused everyone in general, alphas, betas, and omegas all included, was too much for anyone to be able to truly notice the source of fans distress.

The chaos and panic only continued as the idols tried to calm everyone down. The leader, though injured, stayed behind to try and help, but the room was far too full, and there was soon just a mess.

The K-pop group disbanded soon after, ending their contracts after the terrible news of the two fans who were suffocated and stepped over until they had to be taken to a hospital.

Their identities haven't been revealed to protect them, though after a long while, the constant questions and worries regarding their well-being ended with a final message.

While one was on a good path to recovery, the other, a young omega boy, has ended up in a coma and seems not to be about to wake up any time soon. The pack that the omega was with took it the worst, for sure.

And so, after the terrible incident, which ended with many unsettled cries and shouts, a death, and many things to worry about, most of the meet and greets of all groups have been postponed.

Eventually, all that has purchased or won a ticket in some way has been refunded, until about a year or so forward since the accident, when the first meet and greet in the entire industry was held again.

This time, though, the rules applied were so much more strict and harsh, as only about half of the people who usually got to go were allowed, much less tickets sold.

And the biggest difference of all was that the event was only for betas and alphas.

Truthfully, no alpha in the right mind would dare let their omega go to such an event after the terrible news, too worried it could happen to their own too.

Nowadays, events where the idols interact the most with their fans are still usually held for alphas and betas only. A separate event is then held for omegas, but it is required to go with the packalpha of their pack.

The rules have become stricter in order to keep everyone safe.

Jungkook knew very well that he would have to always look out for you and take care of everything for you, but the alpha realised that was, honestly, something he found so fulfilling and rewarding.

And so, the young alpha held you to his chest, his own scent gland carefully close to your nose as he rested your face against the crook of his neck, cradling you close.

Yoongi wasn't much better, constantly combing his fingers through your hair gently, with little soothing pecks left on your forehead and your head.

The older alpha held your palm in his, his thumb softly rubbing over your knuckles in hopes of calming you and keeping you reminded of his presence, even if you weren't too aware at the moment.

Soon, Jungkook sighed out. After you truly smelled like all three of them, he stood up with you in his arms.

„Jungkook-” 

„Let's go home, Hyung; I want to take babybun home.” The youngest didn't look over to the packalpha, too caught up with watching over you.

Namjoon sighed. Truly, there wasn't anything more he wished for more than to have you safe and sound in their packhouse right now.

The packalpha wished they would have the den to have you nest and calm down in, but they didn't, and so they would have to deal with it.

Sharing quick goodbyes with Yuki and Moonsik, which both understood well and promised to not be bothered or upset, the three alphas went on to leave.

They made quick work, shuffling through the lightly busy mall, both Namjoon and Yoongi watchful and protective over you in Jungkook's arms.

Whoever seemed to just glance over for a second too long received a harsh glare back or a sudden release of very agitated pheromones, scaring them off.

And so, the pack went up the small stairs to the underground parking lot, with Yoongi's car in view soon enough when the oldest alpha led them over.

He wanted to keep you in his arms for a while longer, but seeing how the youngest quickly shuffled to the backseat the moment he unlocked the Hyundai, he would just have to wait.

Since Namjoon didn't drive, Yoongi would, and so he sighed again, turning on the engine as he waited for everyone to buckle in.

„Kook, you can't sit with your pup on your lap. That's not safe for either of you."

The packalpha said, his voice gentle and calm. Joon understood the youngest very well and knew he was in a headspace that was too hard for him to leave for now.

Jungkook needed to keep you close; he needed to feel you against his chest, your heartbeat, your scent—to know you were safe and sound.

And so he let a light growl leave him the moment the packalpha turned around to try and pry off his strong hold onto you. The youngest didn't realise it was his hyung, and even that wouldn't matter that much now.

„Yah! Jungkook, stop this.” A much rougher Yoongi called out, just wanting to leave. He wanted you to be in their packhouse now, safe, with only them around, not all of these strangers in the mall to oogle at.

„Hyung-” 

„No, we really need to go now. 'Mega will be next to you the whole drive.” And so Namjoon gently took you from the youngest arms, sliding you over so you would sit next to the alpha, your thighs touching.

As he buckled you in, he tugged on your seatbelt carefully, knowing you would be safe this way.

Namjoon closed the doors again, and as he took a seat at the front once more, he could see your head now resting against the alpha's shoulder, the youngest watchful eyes set on your form.

And so, the small group left the mall and started driving the short way to their packhouse.

The soft, omega headspace playlist was turned on, the alphas hoping you might calm down further even when you were asleep, your cheeks rosy and a bit puffy from crying your eyes out earlier.

"...what happened, Namjoon?” Yoongi asked calmly, his eyes set on the road. The snow was still around and pretty to look at. The alpha wished you would look at yourself and smile at how nice it was...

The packalpha wasn't sure himself, and so he only shook his head lightly, lost in thought. Surely, you would have to talk to them about everything later; this was important.

„...Have you called the others yet?” He asked his elder, and the said alpha was shaking his head likewise. „No, we rushed here...but we should probably call ahead."

And so Namjoon made quick work with the touchscreen, calling the eldest alpha of their pack, whom he hoped stayed home.

„Hello?” 

„Hyung, we are on our way home now.”

The packalpha said, unsure as to how to really describe what went down without the eldest freaking out fully.

„Okay-”

„Y/N dropped, could you maybe set some stuff up?"

And so Namjoon ripped off the bandage, hoping Seokjin would understand—he knew he would.

„I- What? Is she okay? What happened?” With each question, the urgency in his voice doubled, and in the background of the call, there could be some shuffling heard.

„I don't know Hyung. She is with us now; we will be home soon.” Namjoon said calmly, rethinking every single step he and you took earlier.

You seemed so joyful too, telling him about this and that as you skipped along with him, happy and seemingly carefree.

The packalpha took a short look behind himself, seeing Jungkook carefully caress your hair and leave soft pecks everywhere now and then.

If it weren't for your still distressed scent, you might look peaceful and relaxed, but the alphas knew better.

And so Jin said his goodbyes, telling them to give you a peck for him and to have you stay strong.

They weren't much further from home; the Hyundai was just entering the expensive neighborhood, so it didn't take much longer before they arrived.

The snow crumbled and cracked under the tyres as Yoongi carefully parked, very watchful since he was driving the most precious cargo of his.

As soon as the engine turned off, the alphas went to shuffle out—not before the front doors of their packhouse were thrown open, though, with the rest of the alphas rushing over.

„Babycheeks?” The second youngest called out his eyes wide in worry as he came over. Jungkook was just about to climb out with you tightly held to his chest.

„Oh my gosh, princess-!” The other alpha gasped, seeing your still puffy cheeks and the pout you sported even during your sleep.

The youngest reluctantly let the oldest take you into his arms instead, Seokjins eyes roaming over your figure to see any possible damage, but to find none.

„Aigoo, babycub, come to alpha...” He whispered softly, pulling you even closer if that was possible.

With you safely tucked away in his arms, the alpha was quick to start the short walk back inside, with the rest of the men following trying to get at least a bit of their scent onto you.

Yea, you had them wrapped around your little finger, but they didn't put up a fight.

The moment Jimin and Jin started to untie your shoelaces, you stirred, your vision slightly blurry. Your head pounded, and a soft sniffle left you.

Immediately, both of the alphas and all the others which were currently discarding their own coats and jackets looked over, worry and care swimming in everyone's eyes.

Jimin was the quickest out of his daze, putting the pretty snow boot they got for you away, going from crouching before your sitting position to standing up a bit taller.

The alpha took you into his arms, picking you up to hold to his chest, his chin tucking your head away into the crook of his neck.

„Sh-sh-shhh princess, alpha is here now...” He whispered softly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as Jin helped put away the other boot.

The packmembers stayed mostly quiet, watchful and worried, sad eyes set on you. They knew more than well, that something was wrong, but they could feel that this was not the right time to ask about it.

„How about a nap little pup?” The packalpha said gently, coming over to brush some of your hair behind your ear, his motions gentle and calm.

It wasn't truly a question, more of an advice he, and all of the rest, hoped you would follow. The tiny nod you gave in answer, before your cheek rested against Jimin's collarbone was more than enough.

And so, the young alpha trotted over to the living room, where in a quick haste Jin and Hobi brought over blankets and pillows of all kind, the two scent plushies and even a few of each hoodies.

To be truthful, the large couch was covered in all of their scents and so when Jimin gently placed you down in middle of the blankets, he was slightly surprised that you wouldn't let go.

His scent was quite literally all around you, he has scented you well too, just a short while earlier, so what was it?

„...stay, oppa...” You whispered, your voice laced with sadness and timidness, having the alpha immediately do whatever you wished for with no such worry.

And so, he crawled in behind you, his back against the backrest with you tightly pulled to his warm chest.

The rest of the packmembers eventually all walked over, each of the alphas making sure to give you as many sweet pecks as they saw fit, their eyes sweet and careful.

„Rest for a little while sunny-bub, alpha will be in his studio okay?” Hoseok whispered sweetly, his nose rubbing up against yours in a cute bunny-like kiss.

Truly, he was worried about you, deeply. Whatever set you off today was surely a bigger issue they would have to go over eventually, but for now, you just needed to have a nice rest of the day.

The alpha didn't feel comfortable having you out of sight for after your sudden drop, but he felt a bit better with Jimin staying with you. He would keep you safe.

And so, he left a soft peck on your forehead, hoping that your still bleary eyes would soon shut and you would enter a calmer dreamland.

Jungkook planned to go work out this afternoon, together with Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin, but the plans seemed to have changed, and for a great reason.

The youngest couldn't help but worry for you so much, like possibly never before, constantly smothering and cooing over your tightly cuddled up form.

Somehow, he couldn't leave you right now, the moment he wanted to get up from the crouched up form, he felt a pang right against his heart and could swear he heard just the tiniest whine come from your direction - and he was right back down next to you to scent you.

„Rest with them for a while Kook, you'll feel better.” Namjoon said knowingly, patting the young alpha's shoulder in understanding.

The packalpha wasn't much better, as he took a seat to the side of you, making sure you were safely tucked away underneath the blankets with both of those scent lambs in your arms.

And so, Jungkook layed down next to you, making sure your ear would rest right against his heartbeat in hopes of it to settle you down better.

Whenever anyone would come closer, the youngest alpha was wide awake, his arms tightly wrapped around you as you napped with Jimin too asleep behind you.

It was Jin this time, the eldest coming over with two coffee mugs in hand, handing one to the packalpha who thanked him quietly.

The oldest alpha took a seat next to Namjoon who was currently typing away on his notebook, though while Jungkook believed it was work related, turned out to be a scent-keychain website.

„Oh, that one is really cute, how about it?” Seokjin mused softly, careful so that his voice wouldn't wake you up. You needed to rest, for at least a little while.

The alpha pointed to the screen where a little teddy bear keychain with a cute, pink tie-up snow hat showed. Surely you would like one like this one?

Namjoon hummed softly, clicking onto the listing to see a specific description.

Introducing our luxurious Scent Plushie Keychain, the perfect accessory for omegas in search of a comforting connection to their pack members. Crafted from an incredibly soft and comfortable luxury material, this keychain is designed to provide a sensory experience unlike any other.

Measuring at approximately 10 cm in size, our Scent Plushie Keychain is small enough to be conveniently carried with you wherever you go. Whether it's attached to your keys, backpack, or stored in your pocket, this keychain ensures that you'll always have a piece of your pack member's scent close at hand.

Created specifically for omegas, the Scent Plushie Keychain allows you to hold onto not just one, but up to five different scents. This means you can carry the comforting aromas of multiple pack members, strengthening the bond between you and your pack.

Each of these scents is carefully preserved, allowing you to experience a rush of familiar emotions whenever you need it most. Whether you're feeling anxious, lonely, or simply need a moment of comfort, a quick sniff of your Scent Plushie Keychain can transport you back to a place of safety and security.

With its exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail, this Scent Plushie Keychain is designed to be a cherished item, passed down through generations. It not only serves as a physical reminder of your pack members but also as an emblem of your unique place within your pack.

So why wait? Indulge yourself in the ultimate luxury for omegas with our Scent Plushie Keychain. Carry the scents of your pack members with you at all times, and let their comforting aroma surround you, even when they're physically far away. Experience the power of scent as you immerse yourself in the warmth and love of your pack, no matter where life takes you.

„That sounds perfect.” Jin whispered satisfied, it sounded really nice. It looked cute and surely you would like it. All that was left for them to choose their own ones to carry and you would be much safer in the future.

„Yea but look...” The packalpha said softly, opening a cleverly designed to conceal link, which unrolled another further information.

Product Warning:

Before purchasing our Plushie Keychain, we want to ensure that you have all the necessary information to make an informed decision. While our Plushie Keychain is designed with the intention of providing comfort and connection to omegas, it's important to exercise caution and consider the specific needs of your omega partner or self.

This Plushie Keychain has the capacity to hold up to five scents, allowing you to incorporate the comforting aromas of your pack members. However, it is crucial to first consult with your omega to determine if this is the right approach for them. Each omega has unique needs and preferences when it comes to emotional support, and the use of scents may not be suitable or effective for everyone.

We recommend engaging in open and honest communication with your omega partner to understand their specific desires and boundaries. Discussing their comfort level with scent-based items is essential before incorporating our Plushie Keychain into your dynamic.

While our Plushie Keychain can be a wonderful tool for fostering a sense of connection and comfort, it is crucial to respect the boundaries and preferences of your omega. If your omega expresses any discomfort or hesitation regarding the use of scents or this product specifically, we encourage you to explore alternative methods of support that align with their needs.

Remember, the well-being and emotional health of your omega should always be prioritized. Understanding and respecting their preferences is key to maintaining a healthy and thriving bond within the omegaverse.

Please exercise caution, engage in open dialogue, and ensure that the use of our Plushie Keychain aligns with the needs and desires of your omega partner or self. Together, you can navigate the omegaverse and nurture a strong and fulfilling connection.

„See? It only holds 5 scents, we need more...but everything else checks the list.” He said, slight dissapointment lacing his voice. Jin frowned, watching Namjoon exit the tab again, going back to the photo listings.

The eldest alpha stayed by for a while longer, the two together narrowing down the search using the filter to show only the 7+ scents options.

Much less options showed then, but still, the alphas eventually agreed on a MIFFY keychain, the packalpha adding it to the cart.

Soon after, Namjoon chose his own keychain he would keep around in case you would need to help get settled. Jin chose one himself, but they waited for the others to make their choice.

Just as the eldest went to ask Yoongi and Hoseok with Taehyung to take a look, the second oldest and youngest preparing spring rolls, you stirred.

Your eyes fluttered open, a soft yawn leaving you. You went to rub your eye with a loosely closed fist, only to have the packalpha lean over immediately.

„Sh-sh-shh, go back to sleep little pup, alpha is right here. I'm not going anywhere sweetheart...”

He said gently, placing your hand back beside the scent-toy, noticing Jungkook's half asleep eyes set on your form.

You whined softly, having the youngest lean over the right very moment, his nose and chin rubbing vigorously over your cheeks and face.

„It's okay babybun, oppa is here...” He whispered, his sweet eyes set on your form.

„B-But oppa...” You whispered, your voice a bit shallow and raspy from all the sobs and crying you did earlier.

At the sound of your voice, all the attention was onto you, Namjoon stopped the carefully tucking of the many blankets around you, his eyes gentle on your form.

„How about alpha reads for you for a bit then, hm? Come here my littlest pup, alpha will keep you safe...” He said softly, caressing your hair.

You whined out but still, nodded in agreement, letting the packalpha gently lift up your head to set onto his lap as he got comfortable.

With a pillow underneath you he so carefully set up for you, Namjoon sighed in content, relief clouding his mind. You were talking and you told them what you needed, even when not fully and completely.

You would be okay.

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[megumimania]

connie x black! fem reader, in a connie brain rot need him real bad i fear !! likes and reblogs r greatly appreciated <3

best friend!connie who has known you since you were toddlers, with there not being a memory in his life that you weren’t apart of.

best friend!connie who always picks up when you call, whether it’s talking shit about someone or picking an outfit for an event, he’s always there for you

best friend!connie who joins you when you go to the nail salon to get your nails done, often asking for a matching design with you

best friend!connie who always pays for everything despite you constantly reminding him that you can pay for things yourself, saying that his grandma would roll in her grave knowing that he’s letting a pretty girl like you buy things with her own money

best friend!connie who likes catching you off guard when he compliments you which happens like all the time tbh

best friend!connie whose bald head makes him a perfect impromptu wig stand but when he gets bored of being your test subject, he’s quick to make you work for that wig by making you chase him for it 😭

best friend!connie who loves taking candid shots of you when you guys hang out with his captions being so ambiguous that people don’t know if you’re dating or not

best friend!connie who is your biggest hype man, always reposting your shit and changing his pfp to a pic you recently posted

best friend!connie who still calls you by your childhood nickname to this day, only saying your name when shit gets serious or when he wants to scare you.

best friend!connie who doesn’t reply when people ask if you guys are dating, preferring to let them believe what they want

best friend!connie who is the only person that knows you inside out and vice versa. he always knows when its time for you guys to head out from your body language

best friend!connie who feels slightly territorial when a guy approaches you to ask you out even though he knows you can hold your own

best friend!connie who always helps you detangle and style your hair when its wash day (i wish someone could do this 4 me omds 😔🙄)

best friend!connie who puts on your bonnet on your head when you’re too tired to do it yourself

best friend!connie who stays over at your house so much, he practically lives there, i mean he literally has a spare key to your house

best friend!connie who is always eating your food like damnn 😭

“con, how the hell have you been here for 3 days and managed to clear out our entire fridge??” you said staring at the fridge dumbfounded

“im a growing boy sweetheart i gotta eat! plus you know I’ll pay your mama back for the food i ate anyways” he replied with a smile

“i’m a growing boy, my ass.” you muttered to yourself storming out of the kitchen.

(dw connie bought you wingstop later that day to make it up to you.)

best friend!connie who will ride for you until the very end because you are one of the people outside his family that he actually cares for

best friend!connie who loves you more than you know and is grateful for your presence in his life

#attack on titan #x black fem reader #connie x reader #connie x black reader #looking for my connie in a world of flochs 😞 #me and who #x black reader #aot #connie springer #i love him #vina writes: aot #black writblr

[thebellearchives]

Please do fluff prompt 1 with Nanami 🙏🏻

Reader is fembodied with eyes similar to Hinata from Naruto but icey blue.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🎉 <--- that's for you because I love your writing

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

~ nanami kento ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : your friendship with nanami has always felt simple and natural, it makes sense that when you end up together it feels exactly the same

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, mayyyybe a bit ooc nanami?? 🙇🏼‍♀️

‧₊˚ a / n : omg don’t come after me but i’ve never watched naruto hah, hope nanami’s description of the reader’s eyes is good enough (dw at least i know who hinata is) sorry for the wait aaa 😭🫶🏻 and yes i’m writing that “taking care of the other’s wounds” scenario again i have no regrets

Boredom prompted a slow yawn out of your mouth, sleepy tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you scrolled on your phone in search of entertainment. It was about 10:00 pm when some heavy steps entering the infirmary made you look up. Nanami looked worn out, but also relieved when he saw you there.

“You’re here. I’m glad” the man had some cuts in his face and bruises down his neck, your eyes followed as he walked over to the table next to you.

“You are?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want to refuse Ieiri’s treatment. Where is she?”

“She went out for a smoke” Nanami’s nimble fingers picked up a bag of cotton balls and went in search of the alcohol bottle. His brows raised, chocolate brown eyes looking for yours from behind his glasses.

“Didn’t she say she’d quit?”

“You know Ieiri” with a sigh, you moved closer and stole the bottle from his hand.

“It’s okay, I can-”

“I know” he sighed in defeat, you decided to offer him a sweet small smile “just let me take care of you, okay? you look really tired”

He licked his lower lip, hesitant, but ended up nodding softly.

“Fine. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Your hands opened the bottle of alcohol and picked up some cotton while waiting for him to sit down in the chair right behind him, but he didn’t. He remained silent and calm, studying your movements. You had known Nanami for a long, long time, ever since you were just a girl. Enough time for him to let you come close, enough to feel comfortable and relaxed in your presence. Enough for you to slowly develop feelings for him.

“I’ll take these” a soft whisper made its way from your lips, your free hand sliding his glasses away from his face.

He didn’t react, didn’t flinch, didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on yours almost as if he had zoned out. You started cleaning the small cuts and dried blood off his skin, the sound of his even breathing carrying your mind far away. Swiping your fingertips gently near the injuries to soothe the burn of the alcohol, brushing some hair strands of his golden hair pretending they were getting in your way. You remembered how he used to be so wary of you, always keeping a certain distance. And now you were here with him, walls down, letting you take care of him as you wished. Intimate, vulnerable. You finished up cleaning some smudged dirt from his jawline when you felt his hands grasping your hips delicately, the touch bringing you back from your thoughts and your pupils searching for his curiously.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head slightly. You blinked in surprise as he lifted up your face just a bit, cradling your cheek.

“It’s just that I had never stopped to really see how misty your eyes are. They make me feel like i’m somewhere else, a hazy blue lake in a foggy forest. Peaceful… at ease.”

Somehow your breath got caught up in your throat, eyes widening and heartbeat picking up a quicker rhythm. The words Nanami spoke felt so natural, so much that you wondered if he had even said them with a romantic intention or if it had been just an observation, a gentle compliment. For a second your mind tried to decipher the meaning behind them, come up with a response to the genuine confession, but the attempt was immediately interrupted by the grazing of his thumb right under your eye. The light brush wiping your head clean in an instant, his ring and pinky under your chin guiding you closer towards his lips.

So you patiently closed your eyes and followed his actions. Nanami’s lips met yours then, soft movements, prompting a sweet warmth to cover your cheeks and travel down towards your chest. There was no hesitation, no doubts, your hands didn’t even tremble when you reached to cup his face. There was a certain tranquility in the simplicity of the movements, the way his arms softly brought you closer to him, the way your hands slid towards the back of his neck, the tenderness and longing of your lips grasping for each other.

And the moment he pulled away to grasp for air your lips almost followed like magnets, but stopped the moment you realized you also needed to take a breath. He rested his forehead on top of yours, a soft sigh escaping his lungs.

You smiled. There in his arms you felt like everything had fallen into place, it was just that simple. There was no need for words, everything had already been said.

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[natasha-in-space]

Hi Natasha!! I feel like I disappeared and just... never came back lol

Though I'm here to request! This time for Saeran :o

Seeing as I'm planning on starting Ray route soon, could we have a story about Saeran finally being able to confide within you after ages of ignoring his own feelings? I'd imagine that the MC would pry it out of him after noticing he's been acting odd lately. You could take a school setting or canon setting; whatevers easier!

Or, if that doesn't make sense, you could write something about Ray breaking down over feeling helpless; where he thinks that he doesn't do enough/isn't enough for MC.

Or... you could combine the two ideas and write the whole story about Saeran.

SO sorry if this confused you. Ignore it if it did! its completely fine :3

Hi-Hi, lovely to see you back!! <3 I decided to go with SE Saeran for this one, both because I'm currently in my SE Saeran brainrot and because this seems fitting for him. Good luck on your Ray route playthrough! Make sure to have lots of tissues nearby, because you're about to go on a very wild ride of emotions. Also, for future notice, my name's Mia! Natasha is the name of my OC (dw it's kinda a common thing with my url but I don't wanna change it at this point xD)

"...We all know that something is wrong, you know."

Saeran doesn't pay attention to you while you carefully make your presence known by shuffles of your feet against the floor. You are aware that he heard you. He just doesn't say nor do anything to show it. And that worries you.

Saeran was always the quiet, closed-off type. Not like you could blame him, considering all he had to go through. Similar to a feral cat, you've always respected his silent need for space and freedom. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. If he had a desire to spend time with you, he would approach you on his own. You simply demonstrated your desire to be close to him, so that he would know that you wanted him near you.

But... Even you could sense that something wasn't right today. Saeyoung felt it almost immediately, whether it was thanks to their inherent twin connection or his natural tendency to worry about his younger brother. However, just because Saeyoung knew something was wrong doesn't mean he can do anything about it, unless Saeran openly allows him to.

And he was definitely not doing that.

You had to rush down to the kitchen because you heard the sound of glass breaking, and then Saeran shouting. Upon your arrival, the younger twin had already left the room, only giving you a quick unfocused glance before pushing past you. Thankfully, no one was hurt. You talked with Saeyoung in hushed voices as you both cleaned up the broken shards, offering him some comfort in the process. Although you were concerned about Saeran, Saeyoung was equally important to you. Whenever those kinds of incidents happened, his well-being was just as important. Even if he often refuses to acknowledge it.

It seems that Saeran must have cut himself while preparing dinner, and somehow, this turned into an outburst once Saeyoung became worried and tried to help. Both of you acknowledged that there is a deeper issue at play here. Something underlying right under the surface. And it was probably something very unpleasant.

In the end, you both agreed to have you go and attempt to speak with Saeran. Since you weren't present during the entire scene. So, now here you were, silently standing over the younger twin as he sat on the couch, his back turned to you. It hurt your heart to see him hunched over like that, almost like he was curling in on himself. The position didn't appear to be comfortable to be in.

"Saeran, please... tell me what's wrong. I can see you are in pain." Your voice is soft and quiet. You don't want to accidentally push him away. You slowly take a seat on the edge of the couch, a small distance away from him to give him space to breathe and not get overwhelmed.

He shifts ever so slightly, a jerky movement leaving him with a shaky breath. It was probably supposed to be a huff, but it was far too weak to sound like one.

"...I'm fine."

You sigh. "You're not. Look... You don't have to tell me everything, ok? But, I can see that you are in pain, and I want to help you. So... just tell me what you need. I won't ask for anything more."

That seemed to reassure him just a little bit, judging by the way his shoulders lowered, and he paused, possibly thinking over your request. You didn't say anything, only allowing him to do this at his own pace.

At last, there was a reply.

But instead of verbalizing, he just shifts to sit up on the couch and turns over to you. He doesn't look at you, but quietly pulls out his hand and shows it to you. His palm is caked with relatively fresh blood, a decently sized cut being the source of the red substance painting over his skin. It wasn't anything serious by any means, but it sure looked painful.

However... something told you it wasn't the cut that bothered him. Saeran refused to examine his hand. His head was turned away, and his red bangs were falling over his eyes, making it difficult for you to see his face. But, his lips were pressed together into a thin, tense line. You also couldn't help but notice the ungodly tremble in his hands. They were shaking violently. In a way that clearly showed distress without saying a word.

You carefully grasped his wrist, inspecting the cut. Most of the bloody mess was caused by him smearing the blood over his palm, and it didn't seem as bad as you thought at first. Gently rubbing your thumb over his wrist, you pulled away. "I'll clean it up for you, ok? Just wait here."

He didn't respond, but he did give you a brief nod. You now have all the green light you needed.

Saeran hadn't said a word to you until you wrapped a clean gauze over his palm and gently patted his arm to let him know that you were done. The cautiousness with which he turned to look at his hand was unmistakable. Almost like he was sure he'll see something utterly horrifying in its place. The shaky sigh of relief he did let out, though, made you smile. He flexed his hand a bit and turned it around to look over it fully.

"...Thank you."

The murmur was both quiet and soft. Genuine. His mint eyes were filled with earnest gratitude when he looked at you, and that was all you needed. You merely smiled, giving him a nod. "Of course. Do you feel better now?"

Another nod.

"That's wonderful. I'll go put away the medkit, and-"

"-Wait."

As he grasped at your sleeve, you stopped and turned around to look at him. Once again, his face was turned away from you, but this time it was a far more bashful gesture than a distressed one. You weren't completely sure, but you thought you could see a hint of pink dusting over his cheeks.

Saeran breathed a sigh, almost like he was preparing himself before saying anything. Then, he pulled you back a little bit. "...Stay. Please."

There was no need for you to hear anything else.

And so, that's how you ended up holding him close as you both huddled up on the couch, your chin resting on top of his head as he buried his face in your chest. For a while, only the sounds of your shared breaths filled the space. You promised him you wouldn't ask for anything, and you were not about to go back on that promise.

Saeran was the one who spoke up.

"Is... Hyung alright?"

Humming, you raised your hand to run your fingers through his unruly hair. The main purpose is to keep him calm and relaxed. "He's okay. Very worried about you, though."

Saeran tenses a bit, but then sighs heavily, almost in defeat. You bite back on the desire to push him for answers.

"I... didn't mean to scream at him like that. I just-"

A shaky breath. You squeeze him a bit tighter, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"You don't have to say anything you don't want to say, Saeran. None of us blame you."

"-You should."

It was up to you to be the one to sigh now.

"Saeran..."

He shakes his head, but his grip on you tightens, his voice becoming shakier by the moment. It seemed as though he was engaged in a mental battle with himself. It hurt you to be unable to do anything but just hold him and let him talk.

"You know why I started screeching at him for no reason? There must be some rational explanation, right? That's what you think. Well, there isn't. I-" Another shaky breath. The sound of this one was almost like a sob. Your heart started pounding in your chest with anxiety. "I cut my hand on the knife, and just the sight of blood on my hands set me off. I threw a glass bowl at my brother because of a fucking cut on my hand."

You didn't answer right away. Gathering your thoughts and emotions is definitely necessary before you proceed and say something you might regret later. You should be careful here.

So that's what happened... Now that you thought about it, the sight of blood did always make Saeran very uncomfortable. But, to see it coating his hands... Well, you didn't have to guess for long. All three of you were aware of what actually occurred to V on that day.

And what a heavy burden Saeran had to carry with him for the rest of his life.

"Oh... Saeran..."

"-Just-" At this point, it was clear that he was crying. His entire body was shaking with silent sobs as he pressed himself further into you, almost like he was trying to hide from the world in your embrace. "Just hold me. Please. I- I feel so sick..."

So you do. Without uttering a single word. Holding him is what you do. You will have a proper conversation about it once he lets it all out.

Until then, you will be there for him to be his support.

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[soo0mi]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 06. neymar jr #10

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none

word count !! 829 / 0.8k words

incheon, 2:51 pm

knock knock knock — you hurriedly made your way to the door, not wanting riki to wait any longer

“kiki !!!” you quickly greeted him at your door, “really.. a neymar jersey? you literally wanna be me so bad..” you revealed your shirt to him, neymar jr #10

“no, U wanna be ME” he exclaimed “i was waiting for you to change earlier, so im the original here”

“u wanna be like that then, one v one me rn” your cockiness got ahead of you all because you beat minjun, the schools soccer goalee.

to your knowledge, you didn’t know riki was an ace striker, you just knew he was on the team. challenge him to a one v one was one big fucking mistake.

the afternoon sun illuminated the soccer field, casting a golden hue over the green grass. you and riki stood on opposite ends, eyes locked in playful determination. the sound of your laughter and riki’s anticipation filled the air as u prepared to beat the fuck outta him (not rlly)

as the game progressed, you and riki’s connection grew stronger. your movements became synchronized, instincts aligning flawlessly, and, coincidentally, your play styles complimented each other really well. after all, he did coach you how to play

“look over there!” u used the oldest tactic known to man and he STILL fell for it. you took this chance to score a free goal on him. you focused your gaze on the goal, mind set on one thing: scoring. you ran up to the ball and your foot connected with the ball in a powerful strike, its trajectory aimed directly at the goal.

but in an unexpected twist of fate, riki, who was quick to react to your tactic, darted towards the net to intercept the shot. his eyes fixated on the ball, unaware of the collision. the ball hurtled toward riki’s direction.

your heart skipped a beat as you watched the scene unfold agonizingly slow. there was no time to react, no way to alter the aftermath of the play. the ball connected with an audible thud, but instead of finding its intended target, it struck riki’s face

“OHMYFUCKINGGOD” your eyes widened with shock and remorse, quickly making your way towards him, “AREUOKAYIMSOSORRY”

“im okay dw yn, ive had it worse” he comforted you, “its all part of the game”

your expression softened with gratitude, “i fr didnt mean to hit you. i was aiming for the goal, but..”

riki’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he gently patted the top of your head. “next time, maybe just aim a little lower, alr?”

your heart suddenly skipped a beat as riki’s hand gently brushed against your head in a playful gesture. a rush of warmth flooded your cheeks, turning u into a tomato. in that simple act, your composure crumbled, and mind became a whirlwind of emotions. your thoughts stumbled, and words escaped them momentarily as they grappled with the unexpected fluster that coursed through their veins. “o..okay..” it was a tender touch that ignited a storm of fluttering butterflies, leaving you breathless and utterly captivated by the presence of riki

the game resumed but the soccer field had transformed into a backdrop for something much greater — an awakening of emotions and a journey of self-discovery.

with each passing minute, the world around you faded into the background. the field became your sanctuary, where the only thing that mattered was the beating of your heart and the person in front of you. the shared moments, the shared laughter — the bond that extended beyond the field

as you two played, your eyes wandered to riki’s face, captivated by the way his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and determination etched across his face. the intensity of the game mirrored the intensity of your newfound love, planting seeds of something more profound within your heart

in one core moment, you dribbled the ball towards the goal as riki charged forward, attempting to intercept. your eyes met, time stood still as you saw riki in a new light. it was in that moment that your heart fluttered intensely, a sudden realization dawning upon you, your feelings for riki had grown beyond friendship

6:44 pm

as the sun began to set, you and riki met in the middle (y dont u js meet me in the middle 🔥😭), your chests rising and falling with exertion

u locked eyes with riki and the air between you shifted with unspoken words. your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to find the courage to voice your ‘good games’

“good game, kiki” you stuttered, “too bad i won eight to two”

“ggs ynnie, and u DEFINITELY won that”

yn..nie? what a cutie..

little did you know that that single game of soccer had set the stage for something new — an exploration of your emotions and a path towards a love that could intertwine your life in beautiful and unexpected ways

riki plz read minjuns comment and dont mjsread the situation 😂🔥

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[swhatever]

“I’m not carrying you!”

(Padfoot’s little festive action)

Pairing: Poly!Dagger Squad x Gn!Reader

Word count: 772 (quite a lot for me tbf)

Warnings: none other than a bit of playful banter

A/N: Me 🤝 commas. No but fr commas and grammarly come in clutch every time. As you can see I’ve finally got my act together a bit and started writing. I prefer writing fluff over smut any day ajsjsjsjsj. Anyways hope you enjoy some lovely Poly! Dagger squad (I’m Poly if you couldn’t tell asjsjsj) there will be plenty more polyamorous fics to come dw <3 

As always if I’ve forgotten any warnings please let me know.

“Hurry up!” an excited Mickey called out from ahead of you. It was his idea to go on a group walk following this morning’s snowfall. Snowflakes were still flurrying around you, seemingly infinite as they fell from the grey void-like sky. You all promptly agreed to the idea hoping it would tire out the more energetic of you and provide a way to clear your heads for the more stressed of you and, despite the wind chill and the frost settling on your noses, things were going well.

Right now, you were on flat ground and making your way to the hill just outside the airbase in hopes to catch the view of the surrounding area covered in a blanket of white. Most service personnel walked their dogs here - it was nearby and would provide just enough exercise for the dog that it’s satisfied but be easy enough for the owner that they wouldn’t be too tired should they have work the following day. Of course, there was always the beach too but you didn’t fancy having to deal with Bradley and Jake being cold despite telling them not to go in the water. That’s a mistake you will never make again.

Your thoughts of past stupidity were cut short upon the sound of exasperation accompanied by a southern drawl. “Bradshaw stop complaining it’s cold you’ve got like three coats on.” He just scoffs in return knowing that a pointless bicker would ruin the walk. It’s very rare the two don’t squabble in one way or another but oftentimes it’s nothing serious or just a bit of fun which puts your mind at ease.

Too engaged in listening to their conversation, you don’t seem to fully notice the warmth of Bob’s hand slipping into yours, Natasha already occupying your other hand. It’s only when he places a light peck on your cheek is his presence known to you. Turning to give him a soft smile, you notice the cold caressing his features. The way the cold nips at his skin and blushes his nose and cheeks red as his glasses fog up slightly. Snowflakes scatter across the hair that fell out from under the ridiculous hat Reuben hand knitted - the hat that he refused to leave at home because it was “made special for him”. Sentimental, he was nothing if not sentimental. One of the many things you loved about him. You didn’t realise that you’d been staring at him for the past few minutes however, until he spoke up. “Have I got something on my face or am I just that attractive?” he asked cheekily, eliciting a playful nudge from you followed by Natasha chuckling to herself. “Shut up” you followed up playfully, the both of you joining in with Nat’s laughter.

The walk continued on as planned as you made your way up the hill, excited for the view on top. The promise of such beautiful sights along with the warm drinks and food yourself, Natasha and Javy had prepared the day before. Clearly you weren’t the only one excited to reap the rewards of your walk as Mickey ran up to you, scooping you up in his arms as if he wouldn’t complain his legs hurt half way up the hill. Still, you let him live out his fantasy while it lasted, he’d be fast asleep before 9pm at this rate.

After the longer than necessary walk thanks to Bradley’s complaining and Mickey’s expected fatigue after carrying you up a hill, you were almost at the top. Poor Bradley was still having a bit of an issue with how cold it had gotten as you rose in altitude and was complaining how the cold was making his legs hurt. Of course, this provided Jake with the perfect opportunity to prove how much better he is - a frequent discussion point between the duo.

“If you’re so much better than me Seresin, why don’t you carry me the rest of the way? You know, since you’re so much stronger and all.” He taunted, sarcasm evidence in his voice. “I’m not fucking carrying you Bradshaw. Stop whining and just get on with it.” He remarked back, not caving to the childishness as if he hadn’t caused it. The two continued on until you’d all had enough to which Bob let out a groan of frustration.

“If I carry you up will you stop your whining?” Bradley just smiled smugly before hopping daintily into Bob’s arms. Jake just rolled his eyes before continuing on up the hill. You were certain that Bradley’s legs wouldn’t be hurting so much once you’d reach the top. They certainly wouldn’t hurt enough for a snowball fight.

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[andromedasummer]

Hello, I just saw an ask you sent abnerkrill about f1. I'm very new to the sport (I'm on s4 of Drive to Survive and have just begun following the current season), and doing some research into f1 history for a project I'm working on. Do you have any resources on the history of f1? And do you know where I can find the Senna documentary? No pressure to respond, of course, and thanks for sharing your insight in that ask.

Hell yeah I can help! DTS is docudrama which means it will make a storyline outta nothing, so you've probably been given a very warped view of the sport. Which isn't to say it isn't good fun! Its just not helpful to understanding the sport.

I've been into motorsport coming up on 4 years now and I've read/watched a bunch on the history of F1 and motorsport. I'll list some of that stuff here:

MY RECOMMENDATIONS:

One: Life On The Limit (documentary)

Free on youtube. Interviews tons of drivers. Got me into the sport. I mean it when i say it interviews a ton of old drivers/important people from multiple eras and paints a real picture of the danger of the sport. Fair warning: it contains footage of fatal crashes and if you find that upsetting I totally understand and won't blame you for skipping it

Lauda (Documentary)

Eveyone should know about Niki. I say this half-ironically. Hes my fav driver so I'm biased but his impact on the sport cannot be overstated. His story, from his championship to his horror crash and full body burns to his next two championships and his fight for driver safety is incredible. He was half of the pair that organized the famous driver strike! Whole grid locked themselves in a bedroom instead of driving to protest the lack of safety!

Rush (Movie)

Again Niki Lauda related, however this is THE motorsport movie. It's very accurate to the battle between James Hunt and Niki Lauda for the championship, along with their friendship. It's great and even non-motorsport enjoyers loved it.

Biographies/Auto-Biographies (Books)

Tons drivers have tons, some have multiple (like Senna or Schumacher) and you can get the more well known ones from the more well known drivers off Z-Lib or annasarchive pretty easy (use a vpn and go to r/piracy and navigate to their masterpost of piracy links. if you dont have a vpn dw they list a really solid free one) you should also be able to find a host for the senna doco through there. I would recommend reading about figures like Prost, Schumacher, Lauda, Hamilton obvs but also non-drivers in the sport like Ross Brawn and Sid Watkins.

Life on The Limit (Books)

Two books by Sid Watkins (doctor who made f1 safe) that were released in tandem with the doco I mentioned and go into great detail about his friendship with past drivers. Really funny at multiple points and then absolutely heartbreaking when it comes to the things he saw and lost during those days. Highly recommend.

My friend Laura who has been watching since infancy also recommends:

- "In general for freebie resources, overtakefans as a site has a Ton of resources and history archived"

- "and if you search for 'F1 season reviews YouTube' you will usually find the short season round ups they used to do that provide you with some basic history and that can be really good if you want to know more about certain eras but don't know where to start."

Silver War (documentary)

It's abt nico and lewis and their lifelong friendship into bitter toxic rivalry into. whatever the fuck it is now. is on youtube, (I personally haven't seen it.)

Grand Prix: The Killer Years (Book)

About the deadly years of F1, I believe. (I haven't read it.)

Enzo Ferrari: The Man and The Machine (Book)

from Laura: "even though it starts WAY WAY WAY before f1 and is probably too heavy for a newbie to handle it is a VERY detailed look at not just Ferrari but early Motorsport in Europe and how that eventually led to the creation of F1 and why Ferrari has always been a presence in it"

The book also touches briefly on fascism in the sport which I will be talking abt under the readmore because I do feel it's an important disclaimer.

So, I put this under a readmore cos it's a bit long. But the one last thing I wanna say is that I think it is important when looking at F1 both in the current day and it's history to discuss the grim realities about why Motorsport is so elitist, and how that has been ingrained since it's founding.

A big thing to know about F1 history is that is was founded by the wealthy, juuust pre (late 1920s) and then post WW2 (paused during the war). It was the wealthy of this era who could afford to buy and race motorcars. From there, it was only those wealthy who could fund and form those teams. It was a rich mans hobby. And unfortunately, more often than not, those very rich men had fascist ideals (which were very, very popular in England and Italy and Europe in general and up until WW2 which made it a more distasteful ideal, although enough people certainly persisted with these beliefs more quietly).

Nazis raced in it. Nazi sympathizers raced in it. Ferrari had to work for Mussolini and Mercedes had to work under Hitler making weapons during the war, some members of these companies more willingly than others. Hell, one of F1s most famous circuits it raced on is the Nurburgring. A massive stretch of track that was made on the orders of Hitler, next to a small town where the small Jewish population had been purged. It was built to show off German Engineering and with the hopes to show off to the rest of the West (they lost against the English in the inaugural race and threw a fucking fit abt it loser fucking nazis).

These echoes of facism and elitism do still exist in european motorsport to this day and, like fascist ideals, have expanded into other continents. I don't think I could name a Brazilian driver who doesn't support Jair Bolsonaro. The Piquets are personal friends with him, Nelson (4 time world champ, prolific racist) drives him around for political rallies. Emmerson Fittipaldi (another old champion, Brazilian) ran as an MP for the Italian fascist party. Bernie Ecclestone (owned the rights to f1 for a WHILE) believes in fucking insane conspiracy theories about Jewish people and described Putin, who he is friends with, as a "good man" on national television when questioned abt the invasion of Ukraine. Max Mosely, who was head of the FIA until the late 2000s, was a youth fascist who handed out handwritten leaflets on "racial inferiority". His parents wedding was attended by Hitler himself. He was the nephew of Oswald Mosely, who was done for treason during the war for his loyalty to the Nazis and belief in Nazism. Max was still in charge when Lewis, the sports first black driver (one of two ever now, out of 70+ years of history), came into the sport. And that's not even going into the morality of some of F1s sponsors (Armco, etc) and the places they race (too long to list)

This is uncomfortable, yes, but it's not often talked about when recounting F1's history. Certainly not in documentaries or books. The creators of which who, frankly, dont even know how to touch on the subject or think it's fine to skip over. But it is a reality of the sport and it does intertwine in an irremovable way with its history, especially when you look at the people who both competed and still do compete. When you look at its current day classism, its racial inequality, sexism, homophobia, ableism etc.

Just because its easier to hide these days through weak statements, a stance of individualism on drivers political views and co-opting of activist language without actual moves towards change, certainly does not mean it isn't there. And while things have absolutely improved in terms of diversity and will hopefully continue to improve with the presence of people like Lewis Hamilton and Susie Wolff, F1 and European motorsport is and was unfortunately, founded in an era of fascism and elitism and it will be a while until those parts of the sport can be removed from its structure.

#f1 #f1 history #resources #i hope this helps! sorry if anything is confusing i typed this up on my phone

[callsign-bunnie]

Do you take rare pair fic requests? I need my fix of Ghost/Rudy, nsfw, with a predator/prey dynamic please ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

You had my brain working over time for this one but I hope you like it! I actually loved this concept and had a lot of fun writing for it! (Slight Dubcon, but it’s fairly obvious Rudy wants it, dw)

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When Rodolfo first saw Ghost, he was immediately intimidated. The man was a solid half a foot taller than him. Rodolfo had to look up when he came near. He tried to voice his concern to Alejandro, but ended up laughed off. It was ridiculous, he knew.

So, he’d made a comment. “With your mask, you will fit in well, here.”

He’d been a little irked by the way both Soap and Alejandro stopped him, but then shrunk back at the intensity of Ghost’s stare in the mirror.

It didn’t help the way he kept noticing Ghost just stare at him. Ghost would loom close when they were talking about missions, always watching him. Rodolfo found it hard to ignore. It was always the same expression. But... Rodolfo couldn’t read it from just his eyes.

Especially in the safehouse before they rescued Alejandro. Rodolfo found it hard to focus on the plan with Ghost staring at him the entire time. It was only after they got back to headquarters when Price was explaining everything and Ghost removed his mask that Rodolfo recognized it.

Hunger.

Something about it made Rodolfo feel odd. An emotion Rodolfo couldn’t recognize, but he was starting to realize he didn’t mind so much, anymore.

Something about that, though, made the staring harder to bear. The whole time they were supposed to be taking down Graves, Ghost’s eyes were in the back of his mind. When Ghost wasn’t physically staring at him, Rodolfo could still feel it.

He was hoping it’d go away when they left but then TF141 announced they’d be staying for a while. Rodolfo didn’t really understand the specifics of why, he just knew Ghost’s presence got even more overbearing. His body reacted to him just walking in the room.

He could feel him before he even made his presence known. It was unbearable, the way his body reacted to Ghost. And he knew Ghost had picked up on it. Soon, Ghost was touching his waist, his arm, his back. It was subtle, he knew no one else would see it. It was just enough for Rodolfo to notice.

Oh, and he noticed.

Hunger started to mix with amusement in Ghost’s eyes, Rodolfo could pick that up fairly easily. He realized, a bit later, what Ghost was doing.

He was hunting. And Rodolfo had fallen right into that prey role. But, he didn’t know if he wanted out of it. Ghost found excuses for them to be on missions together, Rodolfo found excuses out of it. It was a game, now, one that Ghost seemed to enjoy playing.

Rodolfo would find excuses to be away from everyone and soon enough, Ghost was finding reasons he needed to be there, too. He never did anything, just watched Rodolfo, made his presence known, and then left.

He would catch Rodolfo’s eyes in the few missions they had to do together, and he’d overpower the other side. Show off just what he could do. Snap necks, throw bodies, anything. It was a show of strength and Rodolfo was certainly receptive to it.

So, Rodolfo shouldn’t have been at all shocked to find himself running through the woods of the mountain, being chased. How they even got there was a mystery to him, but he knew it had something to do with Ghost finally wanting to catch his prey.

Rodolfo had been chased before, it came with the job, but this was different. This was exhilarating. The only thing keeping him running was a want to keep the game going and slight anticipation of just what will happen once he’s caught. 

Ghost wasn’t too far behind him. Rodolfo knew, he could catch glimpses of him when he looked back, though he blended into the dark well. 

But Rodolfo was good at evading capture. He was smaller than Ghost and could dodge in ways Ghost couldn’t. He could use big trees to make fast turns, where Ghost had to slow down or he’d slam into them. Plus, Rodolfo jogged almost every day when he wasn’t busy.

Still. He knew about Ghost. Ghost had more stamina than Rodolfo could dream of. Ghost could pursue far beyond his prey’s capabilities and that included Rodolfo. Rodolfo was going to wear out, eventually, and Ghost would catch him, then.

As it was, it happened faster than Rodolfo would have guessed. Maybe it was Rodolfo’s stamina, or maybe Rodolfo was ready to get caught. All in all, it happened. And all it took was one small stumble and Ghost was on him, pinning him down with all of his weight.

Rodolfo half heartedly fought at him but it was pretty clear to both of them that Rodolfo didn’t actually want this to end. Quite the opposite, in fact. He wanted to know just what Ghost had in mind for him.

Ghost used one arm to keep him pinned by his wrists above his head, the other working off his jeans. Rodolfo tried not to think about how both of his somehow fit in Ghost’s hand, and squirmed, lightly kicking at him. 

Ghost growled a little and slammed Rodolfo’s hips down, leaning down. “Behave, won’t you?”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide and he shivered, but nodded, going mostly still.

“Good boy.” Ghost returned back to what he was doing before shoving his fingers inside Rodolfo. Rodolfo tensed and cried out, squirming again at the pain it caused.

Ghost ignored him, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. Rodolfo did his best to relax, squeezing his eyes shut. It was intense, though he didn’t take long to adjust. And right as he was adjusting, Ghost was adding another finger, stretching Rodolfo out. With how thick Ghost’s fingers were, he could only imagine just what he was in for once he was prepped.

Oh and Rodolfo had only been able to imagine because as soon as Ghost was satisfied, he was pushing in and Rodolfo was biting his tongue to keep from screaming from just how much it was. Pleasure, pain, everything overwhelmed Rodolfo.

Ghost only stared down at him, though, his newly freed hand moving to grip his neck. Thankfully, he gave Rodolfo a moment before he started to move, starting right up with thrusts.

Rodolfo pressed his neck into Ghost’s hand, moaning. Ghost found his prostate fairly quickly, and he was slamming into it. Rodolfo could no longer stop his screams, arching his back with each hit.

He could almost hear Ghost’s growls over his own screams, and it only added to the overwhelm, sending shivers down his spine to meet the pleasure shot back up. 

He whimpered when Ghost suddenly was turning him around, holding his hands behind his back and yanking him up to get a better angle. It just helped him go deeper and Rodolfo swore he could feel him in his stomach.

Ghost’s arm was around his waist, guiding him up and down, which was good because Rodolfo knew he wouldn’t be able to move himself. He felt like he was being ripped apart in the best way and he didn’t want it to stop.

Rodolfo’s orgasm came without expectation or warning, just one moment he was being moved and the next he was screaming so loud he knew someone would have to have heard as his body trembled and shook.

Ghost laughed behind him, though it was breathless and the sound of it sent shivers right down Rodolfo’s spine again. It only took a few more thrusts and Rodolfo could feel him cumming inside him. It was dirty and so so hot.

Ghost let Rodolfo fall back when he stopped moving, panting with him. Rodolfo was half dead to the world, exhausted and sore and spent. But, he was vaguely aware of a gloved hand moving through his hair.

“Good boy.”

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Primal kink used to be my fucking jam but I haven’t written it in so long. I hope you enjoyed this!

#no lube in this one because i thought it would break the immersion so just pretend #Ghost cod #Simon Ghost Riley #Rodolfo Parra #Rodolfo cod #Ghost x Rodolfo #Primal kink #predator prey #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #call of duty #queue for dinner again hunny?

[inkrabbit]

Could you do sunshine and/or Swiss comforting GN!reader after a panic or anxiety attack? (if ur not comfortable with it dw I get it I just love hurt/comfort)

You thought you had hidden away good enough as you pulled your knees to your chest. You’re hiding out in Primo’s old greenhouse, hoping that no one decides to come barging in and see you in the middle of your moment.

It’s so hard to breathe and you notice how the edges of your vision is starting to fade to black. You try to steady yourself, focusing on the petunias that are sitting on the wooden shelf. White petals that are decorated with violet veins, a much brighter look than the black ones beside it that look like velvet. But still, it doesn’t help. You close your eyes, trying to focus on everything else. You can smell the soil and the flowers around you, and you can feel how hot it is in here.

Your body is still acting up, a shaky feeling that isn’t visible, but you can feel it. It makes you want to claw out of your skin and leave everything behind but you know that isn’t possible. So you sit there and try to breathe deeply and steadily.

Swiss:

It’s like he bleeds from the walls, making his presence known when he clears his throat.

“Ya alright?” he calls out to you. You pick your head up, taking in his features. He’s still wearing his mask, but his clothes are much more casual. “You uh… you just hanging out?”

You don’t respond. Instead, you just give him a thumbs up before putting your head back down. But he doesn’t leave. He crosses over, sitting next to you on the floor with his legs crossed. You feel his tail curl around you, gently tugging you closer to him.

“Hey hey hey.” He keeps his voice soft as he rests a hand on your shoulder. “You know I can sense what you’re goin’ through, right? It’s like you’re suffocating.”

“Feels like it,” you agree and you’re shocked at how soft your own voice is.

“It’s okay. I’m right here.” He wraps his arms around you, getting you to uncurl yourself as you hold onto him. “Focus on me.” And you do. You inhale that metallic scent he gives off and how his mask feels against your skin as he rests his head on your shoulder; how his hand rubs soothing circles on your back. You hear him start humming softly, but it’s not a song they’ve performed.

“What… song is that called?” you finally ask, pulling back to look at him. He gives you a smile.

“Dunno. I just made it up,” he laughs, but one of his hands comes up to stroke your cheek. “Is it helping you?”

“Yeah. I like it.”

Sunshine:

You can feel someone getting closer, but you don’t respond. Maybe if you don’t acknowledge them, they’ll just leave you alone.

“Hey,” The voice is soft and you know it’s one of the ghoulettes. You pick your head up, staring into Sunshine’s golden eyes. “What’s wrong? A-are you hurt?”

“I’m okay.” You force a smile onto your face but she’s not buying it. She’s hesitant as she moves to your side, slowly sitting next to you.

“You don’t feel okay,” she says. “I’m really worried.”

“It’s just… you know.” You wave your hand. “It’s just a stupid anxiety attack. It’s not that bad.”

“Feeling like you’re going to pass out seems pretty bad.” You purse your lips. “I-I’m sorry! That’s just something ghouls can do! Humans are very easy to connect to when it comes to emotions, and I’m worried about you so I’m trying to feel what you’re feeling-”

“It’s okay.” The smile you give her this time is more genuine. “I appreciate the concern, Sunshine.”

“Is there any way I can help?” She shuffles closer so her body is so close to touching yours, one of her arms wrapping around your shoulder. You rest your head against her.

“Just… stay with me?” you ask, mentally kicking yourself for how pathetic you sound asking such a thing. “You being here… it’s nice. It makes me feel better.”

“Of course!” And you feel her press a kiss to your head. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

#requests #swiss #swiss ghoul #sunshine #sunshine ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #gn!reader #ghost #ghost band #just something short and sweet

[pjsk-writin]

I had an idea for Rui and Mizuki with a shut-in reader, it can be either platonic or romantic idc.

Foreground: The reader used to be friends with the two of them in middle school, as they were another social outcast. The reader stops showing up to lunch one day without a word.

Present day: Mizuki or Rui run into the reader outside, and they're both happy to see eachother, but the reader is a complete ball of anxiety. It turns out that after some severe bullying, the reader left school and went full hikikomori. They work online and only ever leave their apartment to get groceries, and they've developed a fear of just going outside.

Feel free to pass on this if it's too angsty, I'm kinda just projecting my life onto a pjsekai prompt XD

waaa its ok dw, im doing this separately unless you wanted them combined, and ill leave it up for interpretation- i hope you like this!! <3

♡ OUTCASTS - Rui Kamishiro and Mizuki Akiyama x Reader

Rui:

Rui was used to people pushing him away for being weird, so he was always grateful for you and Mizuki's presence

He was expecting one of you two to leave him eventually. It still hurt when it was you though

Fast-forward to a couple years later. Rui has become an expert with robotics, and is well known for his eccentric plans

He was buying some more parts for his robots when he bumped into you

He would pause, looking you over before calling your name cautiously. Your eyes widened before you mumbled, "Rui?..." "Ah, so you do remember me! I thought you had forgotten about me completely back then." There was barely hidden hurt laced in his tone

You had detected it, and was quick to stumble an apology out. You spoke about how you had been bullied, how you shut yourself in your room, how you had grown a fear of going outside for anything except your essentials

And then, the hurt was gone, replaced by sympathy. "Ah, is that so?" He hummed, placing a hand on your head and patting you, "I apologize, I would've tried to help if I knew...How about I make it up to you?"

After that run-in, he went over to your house often. He would come with his robotics, and would talk and catch up with you as he worked. Sometimes, he'd bring Nene with him, since you were acquainted with her when you were younger

He makes a robot for you, one very similar to Robo-Nene that you can use. It can leave the house, and you were able to maneuver it from the comforts of your home. Rui would just need to accompany the robot to make sure that things didn't go wrong. He'd do anything for you though <3

Mizuki:

Mizuki was learning a lot about themself during middle school, so it was a show of trust that they let you and Rui into their life when they did

Of course, that made the sting of you suddenly not meeting with them worse. They could never find you at school either. Where did you go?...

Fast-forward to a couple of years later. Mizuki had become more sure of themself, and was as comfortable as they could be in their identity today

They were out buying groceries when they bumped into you, and it was a shock for you both

They called your name with awe, and you stared at them for a bit before your eyes went wide. "Mizuki?..." "Yeah! How have you been? I haven't seen you since..." They would trail off, looking to the side before sighing. "Ah well, that's in the past-"

You stutter out an apology before quickly and quietly explaining what had happened. When the bullying had become too much, you had shut yourself in your room, too anxious to do much outside except buy groceries

They had nodded the whole time, a sad smile on their face. "Ah, I'm sorry it reached that point..." They took your hand, squeezing it gently, "You're like one of my friends- I won't force you to go out too much, but we should really meet up again. I missed you!"

So, after that day, they go over to your house as much as they can. Sometimes, they call Niigo while they're at your house, and introduce you to them! You and Kanade bond over your hatred of going outside

They buy a lot of gifts for you since they know you fear going outside. Ena asks why they have so many bags and they respond that they're for a very special person <3

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #mizuki akiyama x reader #akiyama mizuki x reader

[cloudcountry]

IM HEAVILY OVERSTIMULATED RN BUT OF COURSE IM OVER HERE LIKE “I WONDER HOW THE ARCANA CHARACTERS WOULD REACT TO THE APPRENTICE BEING OVERSTIMULATED”

LIKE NO MAYBE I SHOULD CALM DOEN FIRST????? 😭 im fine tho dw just suddenly got overwhelmed after theater rehearsal

asra would be the best at calming down the apprentice, having known them for so long. we're talking sweet whispers, holding them if they need to be held, keeping their distance if the apprentice doesnt like being touched. they would remove them from the situation asap!!!

nadia would be great at calming down the apprentice too, whisking them away without leaving room for argument. heaven forbid anyone tries to stop her, for they will surely be met with a stern glare and a sharp demand to back away from them.

julian attempts to divert the attention to himself, making a specatle out of his actions so you can slip away unnoticed. He finds you a few minutes later, asking if youre okay with a flushed face. clearly hes a bit embarrassed...but its the thought that counts.

muriel doesnt like loud crowded places either. he doesnt even wait for an excuse, he just gets up and guides you away. his face is flushed bright red and his lips twist up when he asks you if youre okay, heavy hands cradling yours like you mean the world to him. (side note: you do.)

portia is another one that doesnst wait for an excuse. ever the impulsive one, she simply grabs your hand and whisks you away. the second youre out of earshot, she marches back towards the palace workers and reminds them to keep their voices down when youre near. only the best for her darling!

lucio doesnt understand whats going on at first. hes used to the glamor and the noise and the grandeur of his parties, but without his love having fun too its like its not even worth it anymore. his lips twist into a scowl as he jumps off the table he was parading across, scooping you up in his arms. he clears a path through the ground with his mere presence, and even when people stare his attention his fixed solely on you. once you two are out in the gardens, he sits you down and asks for an explanation. he wants to help. thats all he's ever wanted since meeting you.

#xen <3 #I GOT CARRIED AWAY...... #but yk anything that makes me write ig?? #I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER #I KNOW THIS ISNT A REQUEST BUT YOU DESERVE THE COMFORT OK #MAKE SURE YOU EAT A NICE MEAL AND DRINK SOME WATER #auburn talks the arcana <3

[aezyrraeshh]

; wip day!

i was tagged by @arklay @nokstella @leviiackrman @nuclearstorms @florbelles and @unholymilf; thank you all so much! <3 tagging @aartyom @reaperkiller @indorilnerevarine @steelport @swordcoasts @girlbosselrond @honeysofte @devilbrakers @faarkas @shadowglens @calenhads @aelyosos @moiragf & whoever else wants to do this! surprisingly, i have two wips to share this week!

; vtm, sasha/candy, they are going through some shit, but dw they'll be fine. probably. 😶

Sasha hisses at the sharp pain once his back hits the cold wall. Harshly, brutally. The impact sends his head spinning, white flashes obscure his vision, again and again, making him even more disoriented. And for a moment there, it’s his sire standing on the other side of the room, and not his lover, but just a moment later a bitter thought sneaks itself into his mind– they are not your lover anymore. 

He’s coughing now, choking on his own blood, tasting metal on his tongue and smelling it in the air around him; images of his past cloud his mind, and he is panicked, terrified even, when a strong hand wraps itself around his neck, trapping him in place, but the sharpness and familiarity of the grip sobers him up, violently snapping him back to the present. His sire is long dead, and he knows exactly who is in front of him and why he is here. 

Despite his body screaming at him to allow himself at least a second to gather his footing, Sasha tries to lift his head and open his eyes only to feel the claws dig into his throat even harder, forcing him to shut his eyes again. The pressure on his neck is so strong that he can feel the waves of pain reaching all the way down to his weak legs. He’s trembling, aching, and not at all from fear. 

He should’ve planned this better, he should’ve known how they would react to his presence. Especially after what he’s done, but the guilt has been tearing Sasha from the inside for months now, getting worse and worse after each unanswered text, each declined call. He couldn’t take this madness anymore: the sting of heartbreak keeping him up day after day, the empty space in his bed that they used to share with him mocking him with their absence, their abandoned belongings in his closet, the memories of their eyes on him as they found out about his part in events that gave them nightmares every time they tried to get some rest, their shaking voice as they told him to stay away, the what ifs, the what ifs, the what ifs– 

What if he’d been honest? What if he wasn’t such a coward? What if he could have been enough?

Even if he meets the final death tonight, he needs to set things right. Just this once. 

Sasha finds the courage to look up at them again, and this time they don’t stop him, but he almost wishes they did. Candy’s eyes are wide and full of hatred, they glare at him like a predator eyeing a cornered deer. Their lips stretch into a scowl, displaying the sharpness of their teeth; he wants to grasp their shoulders and ease them with his touch like he’s done so many times before, but he doesn’t reach out to them. Not now, not when both of them wouldn’t be able to take it, even if he longs for any sort of connection with them– the feeling of their fingers, tearing the tender skin of his neck should be enough. He doesn’t dare to ask for more. 

“Candy–”

“Shut the fuck up.” Their voice is hoarse, trembling with rage, it sounds almost broken, ruined. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing yourself around me after what you did. I told you I would kill you if I see you again, I fucking told you.”

; pwotr, luna/daeran, prompt wip in which they are messing with each other.

Absorbed in thought, Luna doesn’t notice the presence of another, who’s watching her closely with barely hidden amusement. And when she does, finally, turn around she’s met with Daeran, sitting comfortably on a bunch of cushions with a wine glass in his elegant hands. The ties on his shirt are loosened and the curve of his lips is nothing short of inviting; it’s a familiar look on him, Luna’s seen it before, but she lets the moment linger nonetheless.

And he is all too happy to bask in her attention, judging by the way his eyes light up even more, yet when he speaks, it’s in that typical mocking tone of his, “Ah, my dearest Commander, you have finally decided to grace me with your presence. I’ve only been waiting for almost an hour now.”

Her reply comes in the form of a self-satisfied smirk along with words, laced in fake innocence. “Perhaps, I wanted to keep you in suspense a little, Count. Leave you helplessly guessing whether I shall show up or not.” 

Luna approaches him slowly, purposefully slowing down her steps, as she looks him up and down again– any hits of subtlety in her gaze are gone, and there’s a flash of sharp teeth in her growing smile. Once she notices Daeran’s eyes dart down to her lips, she instantly pretends to lose all interest in him, focusing instead on the bottle of wine which stands near him, but not without brushing her hand against his shoulder as she leans down to pick the beverage up.

#sasha will be fine besties dont worry ! (<- lying) #also im a little bit worried abt writing canon characters and writing the way daeran speaks is a challenge so hopefully it feels at least #somewhat in character #anyways ty again for the tag everyone! <333 #♡: tag games #nico.fic #my oc: luna arendae #my oc: candy #my oc: aleksandr romanov

[madame-fear]

just found out u do dark knight johnathan requests HDJABHJA im so happy omg. could i have a dk jonathan crane x a nurse reader who works at arkham? i dont have like a good storyline or anything🧍 so if this is like too vague to write dw abt it

Hiii anon!! 💕💕 Yes I just recently started writing for DK! Jonathan Crane and I'm so glad you all liked it!! 😂😂❤

Don't worry about the storyline dear, I got you covered! Hope you enjoy your reading!! ❤

Plot: You work as a nurse in Arkham Asylum. You're the lucky one who gets to have a close relationship with Dr Crane after stitching an injury that an inmate caused him. One day, one of the patients you've treated several times has a 'mental breakdown' and hurts you badly. Unknowingly, Jonathan "takes care" of that patient without you knowing how, and you're eager to find out.

(also, a few notes:

1) I didn't especify the reader's gender just in case!

2) sorry if it's too long 😅

3) I use bold and italics for flashbacks

4) (R/L/N) means "Random Last Name"

5) hope you like the plot! It was the first one that came through my mind 🤭

6) Speaking of the plot, I'm too bad at describing plots. So again, hope you like it! :')

7) Slight cussing, but nothing too serious.)

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The Psychiatrist and The Nurse | DK!Jonathan Crane x Nurse!Reader

Arkham Asylum. It was known for having kind of a bad reputation. It certainly had a dreadful and eerie atmosphere, since most of the inmates all committed serious crimes and were homicidal. However, despite all of that, you still loved your job as a nurse in there, and besides you got along very well with your co-workers. Also, you got along just perfect with the Chief Psychiatrist of Arkham, Dr Jonathan Crane.

When you first started your job as a nurse, he immediatly caught your attention. His icy blue eyes and his enigmatic personality was just enough to make your heart beat fast. Your closest co-workers obviously noticed it, so they constantly teased you with him by telling you he's stared at you few times, but you just couldn't believe it. Why would someone like him pay any attention to you? You thought to yourself.

Eventually, one time before your shift was nearly finishing, your colleague had told you that Dr Crane needed you in his office urgently:

"Dr Crane needs you in his office." She said, clearly holding a smile to herself, as you furrowed your eyebrows at her. "What could he possibly need me for?" She shrugged in response. "Honestly no idea, he just said it's urgent." You could feel nervousness growing inside of your body.

You began wondering if you had done something wrong. At the sight of you being clearly nervous yet clueless, she spoke again. "I guess the best way to figure out what he needs is by going to his office as he requested." She said, as she patted your shoulder in a comforting way, and you simply nodded at her. "You're right. Wish me good luck." You took a deep breath, and then exhaled as you made your way to Dr Crane's office, holding your bag in your shoulder. "Good luck!" Your co-worker shouted at you, before you completely left.

Once you reached his office, you found out he had called you since he had been seriously injured by a violent inmate, so he needed you to stich him up a bit. You were absolutely nervous to be around his "intimidating" presence, but overall everything went well, and you even had a small chat. After patching him up, he thanked you and told you you were dismissed.

Ever since, he's been enchanted by your witty yet sweet personality, and he constantly called for you to go to his office to look or talk about small, insignificant things. You were oblivious to it, but that was merely an excuse just to talk to you and see you more often.

Your constant interaction you had with Dr Jonathan Crane had gained you some 'respect' among your colleagues and other workers in Arkham. Rumours about dating and him having a crush on you were also spreading all around Arkham. If your co-workers already teased you a lot before even having any interaction with him, just imagine now.

He did act different towards you. He was more gentle and open with you, and it was almost like he had developed a soft side only for you. Wherever you went, he was "casually" always near you, ready to have a small chat. Despite all of that, your mind constantly denied the thought of him having a crush on you, it was just impossible. You did have a small crush on him, but the rumours of him liking you back were unbelievable for you.

At the present moment, you were struggling with one of the patients you've seen and treated before. Some nurses and guards had called you to inject a patient with the tranquilizer, since he was being very violent and wouldn't keep still, not wanting to take his meds.

You tried to get closer to the patient, hiding the injection. You turned around your head to look at your colleague, who caught your attention by placing her hand on your shoulder. "Be careful, the patient sharpened a plastic spoon." You furrowed your eyebrows at your colleague, astonished by what you were hearing. (note: this happened in a British psych ward lmao) "What? He...sharpened a plastic spoon?" She nodded in response. "Alright." You said confidently. "I got this. I'll be careful."

You began slowly walking again towards the patient. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you to take your meds! They'll help you get better, I promise." You quietly spoke to the patient, trying to calm him down as he held the sharpened plastic spoon. "I don't need any meds! I'm perfectly sane, Nurse (L/N)!" Ironically, he was the less sane of all your patients, after murdering several people and having constant mental breakdowns.

"Don't get any closer to me or I will kill you!" He shouted at you, extending his self-made 'weapon'. Taking a deep, corageous breath, you kept walking towards him as you hid the tranquilizer. "It's alright. I promise I won't try to hurt you, I just want to–" You were suddenly interrupted by a harsh, deep slashing on your cheek, causing you to stumble to your side.

You gasped in shock, and the adrenaline of the moment was so intense that your mind couldn't fully process the situation. You could only hear and sense the guards tackling down the patient that has just recently hurt you. Behind of you, you heard footsteps running towards you, it was your co-worker, the same who had warned you about him. She placed a hand on your back, and leaned to take a look at the scar in your cheek.

"Oh god! You've been badly hurt! Let's take you to one of the nurses so she can patch you up." She had a worried yet horrified expression on her face. Instinctively, you tried placing a hand on your recent scar, but immediatly flinched in pain. "Shit, it hurts like hell." You felt blood dripping on your face, your hand was also slightly covered in blood. Your colleague placed an arm around your waist, and you two began walking towards the nurse office, were she could stitch you.

Before you could even be near the nurse office, you stopped on your tracks as Jonathan was walking in the halls and spotted you two. "What happened?" He had obvious worry in his face, as he saw you with a big bleeding scar on your cheek. "An inmate got very violent, and now we are heading towards another nurse so they can stitch me." You managed to say, as you couldn't bare the stinging pain anymore. "Mrs (R/L/N), go find a nurse, I'll stay here with Mrs (L/N)." Your colleague looked at you fof a second, and then nodded at him. "Alright. I'll be right back!" She shouted at you, leaving you two alone, staring at the horryfing scene of the inmate trying to kick the guards, as they took him back to his cell.

"Mrs. (L/N)" Jonathan quietly spoke to you, making you turn your head around to look at him. "Look at how he hurt you." He tried to softly caress your cheek with his thumb, but at the sight of you flinching away in pain, he quickly took it back. "Don't worry, my dear. I'll take care of him." You raised an eyebrow at his comment, but still nodded. "Are you going to check on him?" You asked, and his smile sent shivers down your spine. "Yes. I will. After a nurse stitches you, you're dismissed for the rest of the day. You should rest." You nodded once again at him, not saying a word, and a nurse finally came with some stitches and bandaids to take care of your wound.

After you left Arkham and returned to your home, his last words echoed still on your mind. How was he going to take care of him? What was he going to do with the patient? So many questions wandered around your mind, but you decided to distract yourself, and wait until the next day to see what happened.

------ The Next Day ------

You took a deep sigh before entering the large building of Arkham Asylum, prepared for the day that was yet to come. Opening the door, you began walking through the chilly halls that never failed to send shivers down your spine, you specifically walked towards the cell where you knew the patient that previously attacked you would be.

Much to your surprise, you saw Jonathan standing in front of the window that allowed you to see inside the cell of the patient. He had both his arms behind his back, and his eyes were focused on the patient. You walked towards him, and stood by his side. The patient was wearing a straitjacket and was muttering something, his eyes were lost in the nothingness itself.

When you paid attention to what he was muttering, you could hear that he was quietly saying "Scarecrow". You were at shock at how badly his downfall was, you really thought he was progressing. Jonathan suddenly noticed your presence next to him. "Hello, Mrs (L/N). How are you feeling?" He gently asked you. His softness made you feel a bit flustered. "Oh, hi. I guess...I feel better now. It still stings a bit, but overall I'm better than yesterday." Your voice sounding so calm while you spoke.

You cleared your throat before he could speak again. "What happened after I left, Dr Crane?" You softly asked to Jonathan, "He had a mental breakdown." He gently spoke, looking at you. His voice was too calm, it was kind of uncanny for you. You went from looking at him, to looking at the patient. "He went completely downfall. I thought he was progressing, but clearly not." A spark of disappointment could be heard in your voice tone. "Things like these happen quite often in here, my dear. You'll get used to it eventually, it's just a matter of time." He sent a tiny small to you, his eyes not leaving yours not even for a slight second. You just nodded in response. "Alright..." you briefly stopped for a second, and then spoke again.

"I see. I guess I have a lot to learn from you, Dr Crane." You shyly said to him, earning a small chuckle from him. "We should spend some more time together, so we can get to know each other better. Don't you think, Mrs (L/N)?" You looked back up to him, nodding, your blushing was intensifying. "We should." You gave him a warm, little smile. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. You interrupted it by speaking up again. "You know, I'm free after 7:45 P.M. Maybe we can meet each other at my house, if you like." God, you didn't even know where that boldness came from. You immediatly regretted saying that, but it was already too late.

After realising what you said, you wanted to hide and leave the Earth forever. Why the hell did you have to say it out loud? He chuckled once again at your shyness. "That would be lovely. I'd be absolutely delighted." You looked back at him with wide eyes, you weren't expecting that response from him. Needless to say, that still caused you to broadly smile at him, it was impossible to hide your excitement. "I must leave now, I have other duties. But I suppose that maybe we can go to your home after work? He asked, slightly tilting his head to his side. Your big goofy smile not leaving your face, and the redness in your cheeks kept increasing.

"That sounds great. I have to leave, too. So I guess we can go to my house afterwards, and get to know ourselves." You cleared your throat as you tried to keep your cool. His innocent smile was enough to form thousands of butterflies in your stomach. You had completely forgotten about the patient, now. "See you later then, Dr Crane?" You asked. "Please, just call me Jonathan." His response made you giggle like a little girl, which he found adorable. "Alright. See you later then, Jonathan." His name rolled off your tongue so smoothly, he enjoyed hearing you say his name. "See you later, dear (Y/N)."

With that being said, you both went separate ways, ready to complete your work-duties and finish the day so you could have your little 'date' together. As you took care of some patients, your mind was still so nervous and completely focused on what you were going to say and talk about once you arrived to your home to be with him. But, there was also another thing boggling your mind...it was the patient that previously attacked you.

You knew he was going to go downfall again after he attacked you yesterday, but he was currently looking way worse than you expected. What happened to him after you left? How did Jonathan take care of him? What did he say to the patient? So many questions still raced through your mind. Those were all questions that still don't have any answers. You never had bad thoughts about Jonathan, but you believed he was involved in his recent downfall. What about the 'Scarecrow' the patient was constantly mentioning?

Now that you had both agreed to meet each other after work, you were soon going to make sure to find out what really happened between them. You knew that there was something he wasn't telling you, and you were eager to find out.

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