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1980ssunflower · 8 months
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I? Gonan die
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teddydeer · 1 year
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been feeling nostalgic and thinking about the scene to egl pipeline so i redesigned one of the oc’s i made in my scene phase (´• ω •`) her name was simi but im thinking of changing it!
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god i love health insurance in this country
#would love it if it did literally anything#got to love the news that it won't cover anything at all for me in this surgery!#anyway i can still afford it and im still happy about it but like finances are so tight for me rn lmao.#its like. part of the reason ive been waiting so long for this is the pride and knowledge that i should not have to pay anything for#medical care under a just and correct system and having to set my standards aside and grovel for the fucking. necessary and life saving#stuff i need to not feel horrible and disgusting and ugly every day of my life is debasing and dehumanizing#to sum it u#i'm just really frustrated rn.#its so hard to like... go get help or do anything for myself in the first place ever because like. every single time i try to do anything i#get slapped with the harshest penalties known to mankind#you could argue that i could have tried to find a different doctor or whatever but i need my hand held through everything and i still think#that this one was the proper and correct choice based on that#anyway. i have the lump sum. i dunno if i should try to finance it to make myself not feel like i have no money or what.#maybe ill try to open comissions or something but idk if i even have time for that#like im still going to send them the request to reimburse me for my fucking medical bills anyway and i know theyre not going to because#fuck you. but still. id like a letter saying 'fuck you vintage go die and give me 10 grand' instead of just trusting some schmuck over the#phone about it. lmao.#im so tired. i need a break.#between this and work i think its killing me.#im hopeful my blood pressure isnt going to be too high for clearence lmao i am so fuckign worried about that because if it is then like.#nothing ive done at all to prepare for it has mattered at all#i need to be unemployed i am so tired of working for a living i just want to crawl in a hole and sleep for forever
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onlyhaos · 2 months
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thinking abt being cheols passenger princess rn :p controlling the music and just being cute 😌
I’ve been learning and learning, so sorry that I was literally dead. (due to so much learning I literally have a writing block) this is literally so cute 🥹 let‘s get to it !!
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bf!Cheol who picks you up from work every day. Even if he has work again after, he‘ll always try to come and pick you up. Dropping you off at home, kissing you, and then leaving for work again.
“Hey baby” Seungcheol waved, so you’d see him, standing at the car in that classy outfit that you always loved. “Hey, love” You smiled, feeling your man’s lips press onto your forehead, the second you get close to him, as a greeting. Getting in, you’re ready to tell your lover all about your work day, waiting for him to also talk about his, which sadly wasn’t over yet. So when you feel yourself getting fully caught up in the wholesome conversation, you were already in your driveway. Seeing you sulk, Seungcheol began talking with his signature pout. “Baby don’t look at me like that, y’know I have to leave for work again, but I'll be back soon. And I'll also come with a small surprise.” He kissed you, stroking your cheek, which made you smile at him brightly. “Okaaay, I love you, come back home safe later” You smiled, watching your lover getting into the car again. “I love you, too, baby. And will do” Cheol said, waving you goodbye as he drove off again. And in the evening, when your handsome man rings at the doorbell, you're so happy to finally see him. But the first thing you see isn't him, it's the pretty bouquet of flowers that stand in front of his pretty face. It's the kind of bouquet you talked about to Seungcheol. With a sweet smile and a small kiss, you tell your lover to come inside, praising him for being so attentive.
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bf!Cheol who always has comfy socks or/and shoes in the backseat. So when you come out of the building, fully exhausted and feet hurting from your heels, he‘s quick to hand you everything you need for even just a bit of comfort.
Sighing loudly, you finally rested in the pre-heated seat of your boyfriend’s car. A whine escaping you, as you, softly, 'complained' “My feet hurt soooo bad” , only waiting for Cheol to get your comfortable sneakers out the backseat. “Are your feet cold too?” Seungcheol asked, looking at you as he bent back to grab the shoes. Seeing you nodding with a humming, quietly, he made sure to also grab your fluffy socks. Handing them to you, he paid attention to you putting on your socks. “Need help, dear?” Your lover asked as he still held your shoes, patiently waiting for you to finish putting on your socks. “Mhm, I don't think I'll be able to get my shoe on, it’s too tight in the passenger seat, and I can barely put on my socks already.” You said, laughing. But before your laugh stopped, Cheol already lifted your legs gently over the console and put on your shoes for you.
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bf!Cheol who always lets you control the music. Handing you his phone so you don‘t have to fish yours out and opening the shared playlist that you both always listen to. Every and anywhere.
''You know, when I was at work today, listening to our playlist and this 'songs you might like' thingy, I found a new song. It's really pretty!'' You spoke, happily. Making the man next to you smile. ''Oh, really?'' He said with a small chuckle. ''Do you want to listen to it?'' Cheol asked, ready to get his phone out already. So before you could answer, your boyfriend already handed you his phone. With a quick look at his camera, the phone immediately unlocked. Because, who would've thought, your face was also registered as his face ID. Opening the music app, you searched for the new song you heard today, and began playing it. Listening to it, Seungcheol began speaking, ''It's a really pretty song, my baby, but you do know that you can just connect the phone to the car, then you can enjoy it a bit louder, hm?'' He said, gently as he smiled.
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bf!Cheol who always asks you if you want to go and eat out or if you just want some quick takeaway, in case you’re too exhausted to cook for yourself and him.
''Any ideas on what we could make for dinner today?'' Seungcheol asked as you both were driving home from your exhausting work day. ''Not yet, but I'm also not feeling like cooking today, and I don't want you to cook alone.'' You said, feeling a bit guilty for showing your exhaustive self in front of your also hardworking boyfriend. ''That's totally fine, baby. But if we won't cook today, any ideas on where we could eat out? It's friday, we could go out and have a nice dinner together. We deserve it.'' He chuckled, as his hand found it's way to your thigh. ''I saw a new restaurant that I wanted to try with you, they have a nice wine and also very tasty beer. Would you like to go and check it out today, or will it be our standard restaurant?'' You spoke, your hand sneaking up to rest on his. ''Sure, why don't we try something new today. We can go home first, make the reservation, freshen up a bit and then have a nice dinner together.'' He spoke, happily. Not being able to say no to such a nice plan, you agree to it, already feeling excited. As if it was the first time that you and Seungcheol went out for a date.
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pastryvroom · 19 days
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love of your life | mason mount
summary , where the very much mourned couple of the uk football/youtube scence reconnect
note , i am back from hiatus so dont be a dry reader or i’ll make the angstiest fic ever with no happy ending 🤭
yes, i’ll get stressed out if i can’t read you!
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yourusername i’m so happy to finally to bring you all my skincare brand which has been in the works for 5 years, so please welcome, ethereal beauty! the site is currently in countdown mode and will go live tonight. I have personally spent time with dermatologists so that we can finally bring you a skincare line that is going to heal your skin barrier so that we can create healthy skin from within. This couldn’t have become possible without my team who helped me bring a vision that has always been on pen and paper brought to life. i love you all at ethereal beauty and i can’t wait to see what’s in store for us 🫶🏻💕
user i have y/ns post notifications on and yet mason still beat me to like it 💔
yourbestfriend i’ve never felt so proud of you. i can’t wait for everyone to see the hard work you’ve put into this 🥹🥹
yourusername i love u sm!! thank u for listening to me ramble for days 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
benchilwell so proud now lets see if you still know how to party because ive rented out the biggest place
yourusername best get my old dancing shoes out 🫡
user i love the chilly and y/n friendship i still remember when mason introduced the two 😭
user babes are you crying over masonyn again 🤦‍♀️
ksi so free stuff
yourusername deal if free primes in the negotiation 🤝
behzingagram @yourusername good luck he won’t even give it to the sidemen
gkbarry_ im omw with a vodka cranberry that has your name all over it!!
user is this going to be affordable? because id love to support you but im a struggling student at uni
yourusername when me and the team were working close together a big concern of mine was overpricing because i wanted this to be affordable and accessible for everyone, but to make sure we are bringing the best we possibly can we as team have had to price it up at around £15/£20 for more advanced medical products but everything else on the site is pretty affordable 💕
user hopefully this helps my cystic acne because if im going to listen to anyone its going to be a past cystic acne girlie 🥰🥰
model hi yn it was amazing working with you on the shoot!! the range is amazing 💗
yourusername omg hi beautiful!!! i loved having you on the shoot & i look forward to hopefully having you back in the future 👀🫶🏻
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yourusername it was so amazing getting the chance to celebrate something that has been my biggest passion ever with the people i hold most dear in my heart. i would not be who i am or where i am today without you (i need those passion fruit martinis again 🥰)
bestfriend1 we brought the house down with our rendition of girls just wanna have fun 🎤
yourusername nobody held a chance quite literally
benchilwell @yourusername tell me about it you threatened to bite me when i reached for the mic
ksi 🔥🔥
user how did mason let her slip away mother come home pls 🙏🏻
gkbarry_ you looked so sexy let me wife you up x
yourusername come right here then im waiting 🥰
behzingagram you know its a good night when i found faith in the bath tub this morning
user help!?? faith is just like me
bestfriend2 those passionfruit martinis need to come back asap so lethal but so yummy!!
yourusername girls night next week!! we’ll try to make them ourselves can’t say it’ll be successful 😂
bestfriend1 @yourusername that’s what makes it more fun
user omg i need a friendship like theirs rn!!!
user i will never get over how beautiful you are
user OMG SOMEONE TOOK A VIDEO OF MASON AT THE CLUB
user SHUT UP WHERE CAN I FIND IT
user its on twitter so basically its a full 2 minute video of him just staring longingly at yn all night, like whenever she moved his eyes followed her. it wasn’t till chilly slapped him on the back did he stop staring. this man was transfixed i tell you 🥹🥹
user why can’t they just see what’s in front of them 😩😩
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hi coveyyy !! i hope you’re doing good and i was wondering if you could maybe do a hc for leo valdez x daughter of zeus if you havent already ?
⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs
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content: leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs warning: language bc i can't be stop lmao author's note: trying something new...idk if i like or not, you guys tell me!! really...tell me. bc ill go back and change them all to match (bc id rather DIE A TERRIBLE AND ATROCIOUS DEATH than have them all be different) or i can change this one back to normal bullet points. also i realized i hadn't written for my manz in so long, which is CRIMINAL. get ready for the leo flood to come your way (hopefully. please stay away writers block im begging rn)
✧ there is nothing on this planet that leo loves more than a woman that could actually kill him lmao-
✧ so no one was all that surprised when he fell for you
✧ im mean, jason and thalia weren't exactly happy...but they also weren't surprised
✧ leo likes asking you to help him weld things
✧ he thinks it's funny when you use your finger with some electricity to weld whatever he wants together
✧ avid debates are held over who get's the nickname 'sparky'
✧ "MY DAD LITTERALY INVENT STATIC ELECTRCITY???"
✧ "YEAH? AND WHAT TO DO USE TO START A FIRE? A SPARK. TRY AGAIN BITCH."
✧ "what did you just call me?"
✧ "mi novia, mi amor, mi princessa, mi media naranja-"
✧ "andddddddd?"
✧ cue huge sigh
✧ "and sparky. juST FOR TODAY THO DON'T GET TOO EXCITED-"
✧ you like to ensure that leo doesn't overheat by sending soft breezes through bunker nine while he works
✧ and while it's very unlikely that the boy who can light himself on fire will overheat, he appreciate the gesture more than you know
✧ being the good country boy he is, he's a big carrie underwood fan
✧ like, unironically (he just like me fr)
✧ thinks its the funniest thing to serenade you with 'blown away'
✧ OH and 'hurricane' by bridgit mendler
✧ in turn, you never let him go a day without hearing 'girl on fire' by alicia keys
✧ or 'fireball' from mr. 305 himself
✧ likes to throw himself from high distances, knowing you'll aways catch him with a breeze or fly up and save him all supergirl sytle
✧ "ladder? nah, i've got my girl, we're good!"
✧ "climb down? i've got a short cut. and her names yn."
✧ you get stressed out and also reprimand him for this
✧ but he thinks you look hotter when you're yelling at him so he doesn't mind much (or really hear your words as his eyes slowly drift away from yours and downwards)
✧ loves you nearly as much as birds love yo ass
✧ key word is nearly - there is no competition, those little shits are winning
✧ it's giving disney princess the way the crowd you, you sometimes gasping at the rapid pace in which hummingbirds tell you gossip
✧ which you then repeat back to leo, who is gasping right along side you
✧ leo even built you a bird feeder, putting it up outside cabin one while you stood there, arms crossed and totally watching him work and not just starting at the way his muscles clenched or how good his lips look tugged between his teeth-
✧ what were we talking about?? i think i got distracted by something
✧ jason loves it to, the both of you sitting criss cross outside the cabin early in the morning, listen to the birds as they spill the tea while you and jason drink coffee and eat donuts, jason's book long forgotten
✧ ALSO leo easily won thalia over, presenting the daughter of zeus with all the silver jewelry that turns into weapons she could want
✧ that girl was instantly switching sides, happy to rave with you about how sweet leo was and how well he treats her- er, you! how well he treats you!
✧ jason was a little harder but after an in depth talk and totally zero threats against leo's life, they came to a peaceful agreement
✧ bro gave up on appeasing your father and instead prays to hera for a long and happy marriage with you and that zeus never finds peace again
✧ which instantly made him a fan favorite from hera
✧ he knows when you really want a kiss or when your mad at him because you legit just get super staticky
✧ like his hair starts stand on end and he's like 'either i pissed her off or she needs a kiss. either way, i got to seek my girl out.'
✧ both end with you kiss leo, so it doesn't really matter lmao
✧ in fact, most interactions with leo devolve into make out sessions
✧ and, really, who are you to complain??
✧ sparky + (other kind of) sparky = true love
✧ yall that's math you can't argue with it i dunno what to tell you
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jistagrams · 10 months
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dad!haechan loved his kids of course, but he couldn’t help but miss the old times when you and him had alone time. After you had given birth to twins you and haechan never had any time to be alone, you both were always busy with the children and haechan busy with his insane schedule. “baby do we need anything from the store?” he asked while u smiled hearing his voice. You were extremely tired after barley getting any sleep after giving birth to Danielle and Daniel, “diapers and wipes” your voice sounded tired, he hummed, “I’ll see you soon my love” he said and hung up.
“hi donghyuck” you smiled tiredly at your husband, he dropped the bag and went to hug you, you gladly hugged him back and went on ur tippy toes to kiss his neck, “I’m so tired” he mumbled. “Me too” u whispered back and broke the hug, grabbing his hand to lead him to the room, completely forgetting the bag he had brought in, “our babies are asleep, they just went to bed at 8” u whispered trying not to be loud so the don’t wake up, he smiles wildly and holds ur waist from behind. “Should we?” He sweetly said, u lightly laugh and shake ur head as in no, “ik we haven’t had any alone time but we can’t do it rn, they will hear us from the other room” u said while walking to the bed, he followed behind n groaned, “we can just be quiet!!” He whispered loudly, you laughed and sat on the bed, getting comfy before laying down, he goes to the other side and does the same. “Donghyuck your everything but quiet.” U said before snuggling up with him,he smiles and holds you while placing his chin on ur head, “I have to promote in la on Saturday..” he mumbled, u hummed and held him tighter. “Should we send Danielle and Daniel to my parents house or yours?” You tiredly said, he grins and places a kiss on ur head. “doesn’t matter, what are you planning on doing after we send them off?” He smirks, “I’d go and buy pretty lingerie to wear, then id send pictures of me in it to you and wait for u to get home still wearing it.” U sweetly spoke, he softly whined and moved away from u to lay on his back. “What else?” He whispered as he felt his member grow hard from the thought of you sending such pictures. “Then id jump on u as soon as u get home and let you do everything u want to me” u quietly said as u cling onto him once again, like a sloth holding onto a tree branch. “yn..you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you” he whined and broke away from your touch and ran to the bathroom, making sure not to make a lot of noise so the baby’s wouldn’t wake.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 8 months
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hii! i just finished the first season of the bear and was wondering if you were up to write a carmy x reader story, maybe the reader gets hurt in the kitchen or something like that.
(idk if anything major happens in s2, so id appreciate it if you could do it without spoilers for the second season)
thank you! 💗
A/n- hi!! I love this sm and I’m in need of fluff rn lol.
The bear masterlist
Warnings- Mentions of cuts, blood.
Cuts
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You were working quick, everyone was focused and they all worked as fast as possible.
Carmen was stressed, handling everything and everyone at once was beginning to take a toll, and you noticed it.
You sliced up some tomatoes, the point of your knife working, the blade of it sliced through the tomatoes with precision.
And you worked perfectly until someone was carrying a box, not thinking to say any type of signal. They bumped into you, mumbling a sorry as the tip of your knife sliced slightly into your skin.
It was deep. It hurt like hell. You groaned out in pain and held it with your other hand. You fumbled around looking and asking for a napkin, a paper towel, anything to stop the bleeding.
Tina quickly handed you a towel, and led you to a sink, helping you rinse off the blood as you hissed.
“You alright? That’s a nasty cut.” She said.
“Yeah- yeah I’m fine.” You said with a small smile, as she handed you a bandaid she had hidden.
“I always have them.” She winked, and you thanked her as she left.
“There you are.“ Carmen said, coming up to you.
He looked at the towel next to you and back to you, then he noticed the bandaid.
“What happened?” He asked, totally forgetting what he was gonna tell you.
“I just cut myself on accident. It’s okay.” You shrugged.
He raised his eyebrows, knowing that the last time someone say that he had to take them to the hospital.
“Let me see.”
“Carmy-“
He gave you a look, making you sigh and lift the bandage up enough for him to see the dried blood and the deep cut.
“Fuck. How’d that happen?”
“Someone just knocked into me. It’s fine. I’m fine.” You shrugged.
“I’ll beat their ass.” He mumbled.
“Carmy. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? That is….”
“I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go back to work.”
“Be careful next time, okay? Can’t have you gettin’ hurt, cause I don’t really wanna take you to the ER.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed, kissing his cheek.
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heartsoji · 1 year
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comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship
suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)
notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy
warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends
notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)
a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn
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s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)
-you were clingy.
-and you knew that very well.
-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.
-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.
you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"
the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."
you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.
then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"
you were very taken aback. "what?"
"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.
you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.
although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.
where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"
you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.
you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.
though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.
when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.
when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.
when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.
when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.
rin took note of all of it.
he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.
"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.
you froze. he noticed?
"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.
he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"
"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.
he raised an eyebrow at you.
"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.
rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.
you could feel your cheeks heating up.
"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."
he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."
to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.
but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.
there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.
"same here."
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b. koutaro & another girl
-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new
-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.
-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.
his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.
-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.
-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.
-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.
"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.
you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.
who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.
but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?
when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.
you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?
you wiped your tears and walked up to him.
"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.
at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?
"what did i-" he began.
"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.
you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.
"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"
his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.
"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.
"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"
it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.
that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)
"woah woah woah!" he screamed.
you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.
he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.
"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.
he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."
you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.
"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.
"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"
you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.
even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.
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s. kiyoomi & time for two
-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.
-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.
-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.
-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.
he was late.
omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.
you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.
you wait an additional 10 minutes.
then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.
and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.
finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.
"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."
"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."
"thanks, babe."
you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.
you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.
the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.
however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.
you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.
on friday, you were having the worst day possible.
your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.
all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.
however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.
when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.
he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.
and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.
"hey, is everything ok?"
you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.
he was alarmed, to say the least.
he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.
"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.
you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.
"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.
"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.
however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.
"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."
he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."
"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"
he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.
yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
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cheolinnie · 6 months
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Swallow
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smut.
warnings: car sex, unprotected, oral
Pet names ykkk babe, baby, love, good girl
a/n: YALL IF I HAVENT TOLD U YUTA IS MY BIAS MY POOKIE MY BAE MY HUSBAND MY BOYFRIEND HE IS MY LOVE LIKE I GENIUNELY DONT KNOW WHERE THE FUCK ID BE WITHOUT HIM IM NOT EVEN LYING RN. 😫
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Yuta sighed softly, you leaned over to him and kissed him. You undid his pants and pulled his dick out from his tight jeans, you could feel the heat coming off it.
"You're insane..." he sighed out, you grinned at him.
"So are you" you said, you started pumping him first. He held your hair together with his fist, as you opened your mouth.
He pushed your head down slowly with his free hand.
You move your head up and down. Humming and swirling your tongue around, a move you know too well. Yuta groaned loudly as he gripped your hair tighter. His eyes glanced down at you as he started to thrust into your warm throat.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good. Taking my dick so fucking well" Yuta moans, as he gripped the side of your head, pushing you further down (if that's possible) to try take him deeper, making you nearly gag on his dick.
Tears formed in your eyes, as Yuta swears softly due to the feeling of your throat closing around him. He grits his teeth harshly, his dick spreads your jaw open as his thrusts got rough and sloppy.
"Good girl, open wider" Yuta groans at your hot breath. He put his head back on the seat, as you felt his load of cum fill your throat up. Some spilling out at the corner of your lips.
"Swallow" Yuta almost demands you. You did as told. He looked down at you, as he slid his slender fingers across your cheek. "Your turn baby" he smiles, lifting you up onto his lap and pulled your skirt up, unclipping your bra with ease.
His eyes fall to your breasts, his hands sliding up along you body to touch them, kneading and touching them which turns you into a moaning mess.
His hands grip your thighs tightly as he pushed his body towards yours. He took a hold of your leg and raised it upwards, he hovered the tip of his dick against your clit. sliding it up and down, teasing you.
"Yutaa!!" You whine, squeezing his shoulders. He just grinned at your desperate state.
"Relax babe, don't worry" he kissed your lips, as he slowly slipped into you.
You let out a loud moan through the kiss. He started to pick up his pace, and thrusted into you faster each time. Your moans and his groans (dr seuss who?) blended together, igniting passion within both you. Yuta continued with the rhythm of the car rocking back and forth.
He lifted you up and placed your back softly onto the back seats. Gripping your ass, slamming you down on his dick.
The warmth of your walls squeezing him too much to handle. Your moans only fuel Yuta to go harder and faster. The way his hands were gripping on to your hips, were sure to leave a few bruises.
"You want my dick that bad, love?" Yuta hisses, you whimper at his words, wrapping you arms around his neck as he pounds into you.
You finally came all over his dick, sliding back into the seat to catch your breath. Yuta slowed down so you could have a minute to yourself, and soon he was reaching his high too.
He came in fast and hot, you could feel him slowing down and ride out his high. He pulled out and collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. After a minute or two you spoke up.
"We're gonna be late because of you," You held his head with your palms tilting it up, to meet his eyes. He chuckled and hugged you more tighter.
"Who said were finished?"
"YU-" without hesitation he pulled you up and started kissing you again.
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a/n: it's very much rushed sorry abt that, ive been a bit busy with things. and i have a question so please tell meeeeeeee whattt youuu wanttt
Mingyu smut or Wonwoo fluff???????
leave ur answer in the comments babe
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changbinsboiledegg · 7 months
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I need some comfy fics rn maybe you can write some headcanons with Hyunjin or Felix when reader feel lonely and have like 0 friends. And mb they are comforting reader😔 tysm you're one of my favorite writer rn hehe
Hola, I can supply comfy fics! I also did one for both of them and also completely slipped my mind that you asked for head canons, my bad. I hope you still like/enjoy these! 🫶😭 ALSO THANK YOU! You made me so happy, I didn't think I was good enough to be someone's favorite 🥺🥹🫶
GN! Reader X BF! SKZ Hyunjin & Felix
Warnings: Reader is lonely and sad, hurt/comfort.
Note: Thank you also for your patience, I love comfort fics so... yeah. Maybe stays in general just need a giant hug. (I miss Chan's lives). Thank you for your request, enjoy! As always, if no one told you today, ilyyy! 🫶
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Hyunjin
This was one of those days where the loneliness felt suffocating to the point you were overthinking about all the ways you could’ve made friends in the past, but didn’t.
Your phone started to ring and Hyunjin’s caller ID popped up on the screen.
“Hello?” You answered immediately. Hyunjin’s voice came through seconds later.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, “what are you doing?”
“Nothing. As per usual.” You answered, the pang of sadness hitting you. Hyunjin heard your tone, immediately knowing something was up.
“Where are you?”
Before you could answer, Hyunjin added, “never mind. I’m on my way. Please unlock the door.”
When Hyunjin arrived to your place, he didn’t knock or wait for you to open the door.
“Hyun—” He immediately wrapped his arms around you, “why didn’t you call or text me if you were sad?”
You were about to respond, but again, he cut you off, “wait. Why are you sad?”
“I just felt lonely. Everyone has friends, someone to talk to or hang out with but not me.” You frowned. “I know I have you, but I know you won’t always be here.”
Hyunjin kept his arms around you. “That doesn’t mean I won’t try to be here for you.”
“You shouldn’t have to try.” Your voice grew quiet. But Hyunjin held you close to him, not letting up.
When he did, he turned you in the direction of your bedroom, “go get ready for our date.”
“Date?” You were confused, not recalling any date plans.
“I’m going to treat you to everything you might’ve missed out on.” He smiled at you. He then pointed at your bedroom door, “get ready.”
You felt your spirits lifting and you did as he told you to.
Felix
You messaged Felix, asking if he was free, saying you were feeling lonely but he said he would be with the guys, leaving you feeling more lonely. You wished you had a group of friends so you wouldn’t find yourself relying on Felix as much as you did.
You set your phone down and tried to figure out what to do on yet another lonely night, but the loneliness consumed you and nothing seemed appealing.
You heard your phone vibrate in the quietness of your room. You figured it was an app or an automated alert. When you checked your phone, about to swipe away the notification, you saw a text message from Felix.
“Come with us tonight?”
You stared at his message, feeling your heart racing. Usually it was you inviting him out.
“I want you to come.” Felix texted again while you were still contemplating his first message.
“Okay.” You began to type, but deleted the message and typed, “where are you?”
You heard a knock on your front door. Looking back at your phone, you saw he texted again.
“Open up. It’s me.”
You quickly got up and hurried to the front door, opening it. Felix greeted you, smiling. “Heard you were lonely.”
You sheepishly averted your eyes to the ground. Felix reached forward to gently grab your chin and got you to look back up at him.
“It’s okay to admit you’re lonely, you know. It’s normal.” Felix reassured you, bringing his hand down and off of your chin. “I’m not going to allow it though. I really do want you to come and the others are happy to have an extra person.”
You were at a loss for words but one thing you did know was that you wanted to go.
“Okay. Let me change.” You sheepishly chuckled as you both saw that you were in your pajamas. Felix grinned, “nothing wrong with coming in your pajamas.”
You shook your head, laughing a bit as you turned towards your bedroom. “I’m changing.”
“I’ll be here when you’re ready.” Felix laughed with you and waited for you on your couch.
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comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship
suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)
notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy
warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends
notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)
a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn
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s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)
-you were clingy.
-and you knew that very well.
-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.
-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.
you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"
the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."
you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.
then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"
you were very taken aback. "what?"
"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.
you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.
although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.
where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"
you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.
you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.
though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.
when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.
when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.
when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.
when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.
rin took note of all of it.
he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.
"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.
you froze. he noticed?
"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.
he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"
"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.
he raised an eyebrow at you.
"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.
rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.
you could feel your cheeks heating up.
"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."
he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."
to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.
but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.
there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.
"same here."
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b. koutaro & another girl
-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new
-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.
-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.
his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.
-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.
-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.
-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.
"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.
you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.
who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.
but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?
when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.
you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?
you wiped your tears and walked up to him.
"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.
at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?
"what did i-" he began.
"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.
you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.
"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"
his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.
"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.
"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"
it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.
that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)
"woah woah woah!" he screamed.
you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.
he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.
"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.
he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."
you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.
"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.
"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"
you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.
even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.
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s. kiyoomi & time for two
-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.
-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.
-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.
-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.
he was late.
omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.
you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.
you wait an additional 10 minutes.
then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.
and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.
finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.
"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."
"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."
"thanks, babe."
you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.
you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.
the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.
however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.
you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.
on friday, you were having the worst day possible.
your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.
all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.
however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.
when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.
he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.
and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.
"hey, is everything ok?"
you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.
he was alarmed, to say the least.
he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.
"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.
you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.
"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.
"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.
however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.
"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."
he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."
"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"
he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.
yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
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i just witnessed Percy Jackson & the Lightning Thief: The Musical for the first time ever in my life and-
the production was held by a high school and the effects were certainly that of a high school production. but the music??? the acting??? ive listened to the original soundtrack from the broadway show or whatever the fuck its called, so i knew what i was getting myself into but i didnt know. seeing it in person is, in fact, so much worse than just listening to audio recordings i am telling you now if you yourself have not seen this musical. luke's renditions of percy's "good kid" at the end? dont fucking touch me rn. "and maybe if id been a little bit-" i was not prepared for that. the actors did such amazing jobs. they were truly fantastic and i will praise them until i die. ALSO
Hades??? they made him so sassy and dramatic and he was wearing a sparkly purple tuxedo and i just. i love him. he can do no wrong. he was a fucking mood okay. i dont know if any of his lines were stuff the highschool decided to add to the play to spice things up and i dont really care. i have found my favorite rendition of hades. Dramatic Boi
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Misery Loves Company pt. 2 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)
Part 2: Strength Comes with Weakness
CW: alcohol, very detailed mentions of an anxiety attack (medicated gang rise up),
WC: 3,802 (I fucked up with the other one lol. The whole fic as of rn has the 6k sorry)
Summary: After last night's drinking fiasco, (y/n) has to deal with the consequences of her hangover and what she said to Leon.
Tag list: @makimakimi
(Y/N)’s heart felt like it was going to break her rib cage with how hard it was beating. She gripped on to the tan leather jacket like it was an anchor to ground her in the waves of her own anxiety. Out of all things to happen, this was the last thing that she planned. Her memories of two years ago came to the forefront of her mind. The night spent at the bar, trying to convince her drunken partner to go home was all around her. 
The bar had an amber atmosphere, dad rock playing in the background. The booth’s leather stuck to her legs in the heat, a little uncomfortable. The way her partner’s sky blue eyes drowned in his sadness and the alcohol in his system. 
“Leon, Krauser pushes you too hard,” She said, swirling her lemonade in her glass. 
“Yeah, I know,” He grumbled. “But it’s to make me stronger.” His ash blonde hair was stuck to his forehead and his face was a little red. (Y/n) remembered that he had been drinking for an hour before Hunnigan texted her to check in on him.  
“You won’t get stronger if you break your body,” She said bitterly. 
“What do you know? You weren’t there, you didn’t see what Umbrella did,” He spat back, his shoulders hunched over. 
“You’re right, I wasn’t. But I know from experience that burying your trauma doesn’t work,” Her gaze held onto his. 
“What else am I supposed to do when they made me join this shit show?” He almost growled.
(Y/n) delicately reached out and placed her hand on his arm. She felt Leon’s muscle tighten up at the sudden touch, but his stare held at the rim of his glass. “Leon, I think it’s time to go home. You need sleep,” She said. 
His glare shot up to meet her eyes, staring daggers into her. “You don’t know what I need.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“I know you have a little crush on me,” He said suddenly. (Y/n)’s eyes widened and she looked at the table, suddenly interested in the pattern on the top of it. She pulled her hand away from his and dropped it under the table. 
“What does that have to do with anything?” She asked quietly, not denying it. 
“You’re just like everyone else, thinking that I’m just some little toy to twist to your will,” He continued. (Y/n) had enough of a brain on her head to realize that he was drunk and trying to latch onto any sense of control he could. But the brain on her head didn’t stop his words from stinging any less. 
“I’m worried about you, asshole!” She hissed back. 
“I don’t need anyone,” He replied, in a calm but intense tone that made the fire in her throat shoot directly to her heart and tongue. 
“Fuck you and fuck Hunnigan for texting me,” She said coldly and slid out of the booth. “Don’t tell me to go easy on you when you’re throwing up your guts tomorrow morning on the mat. Here’s money for a cab.” She pretty much threw a 10$ bill at him. (Y/n) refused to turn around to face him as she left, but she could feel his stare burning a hole into her back. 
She got snapped back to reality by the dinging of her ID tag in the dark, cold, hallway she often found herself walking down. Her boots squeaked on the clean floor beneath her, the reality of what happened last night starting to set in. The waves of nausea that had been plaguing her all morning refused to die down, whether from the night before or the incoming conversation she didn't know. The door opened to the cubicles she had to walk through every day. She tried to hurry past Hunnigan, not ready for the conversation about to happen, but to no avail. 
“We’re having lunch together,” Ingrid took her glasses off to clean them as she spoke. (Y/n) didn't know how Hunnigan always knew she was walking past her when she was, she almost never turned around when anyone walked through the door.  
“... okay,” (Y/n) said. The now familiar texture of Leon’s jacket in her arms shot a pang of anxiety through her chest. Her ears turned red at the thought of anyone recognizing it and more importantly who it belonged to.
Hunnigan’s eyes darted to the jacket and her eyebrows raised. “Yeah, you’re telling me about that later,” She said and grinned. (Y/n) winced at the sudden confirmation of her fear. She tried to appear as nonchalant as possible given her heart almost skipping beats at this point. 
“There’s nothing to tell,”
“Then I’ll just ask him to tell me,” She smirked and turned back to her computer. 
“You wouldn’t…..” (Y/n) trailed off. After about three seconds of silence she dropped her head. “Nevermind, you would,” 
Ingrid chuckled lightly in reply and kept typing at her laptop. “Have a good training session, I heard whispers that they want you paired with him for sparring. Try not to foam at the mouth from stress.” She reached behind her and handed (y/n) an orange destress candy, like she had done almost daily. 
(Y/n) heard her heartbeat and blood rush through her ears. “Thanks for the heads up,” she squeaked and grabbed the losange from Hunnigan. She threw it into her mouth and sucked on it, almost running to the agent offices. She burst through her door, careful not to slam it shut and sat at her desk. 
All thoughts of slipping into Leon’s office, dropping his jacket on his desk, and slipping back out before he came in, left her mind. All that she could think about were the excuses she would give to her partner. The ones she came up with were good, but knowing Leon, they wouldn’t fly. She could say, I was so drunk I thought you were my ex, but Leon would see through it from a mile away. 
Last night she was staring at him so intently when she said the words to him, any brushing it off would just confirm that she still had feelings for him. She knew he would ask her about the nonexistent phone call, but any excuse she had about that fell apart as well. 
It seemed like (y/n)’s world was shoving her down a one-way street, forcing her to come face to face with her feelings. It felt like an incoming tsunami, she knew how Leon would react to it, frustrated that she hadn’t taken the hint over the years. At least he would let her down gently; when he was in his normal mood he was nice enough that (y/n) would almost call him a gentleman. That is, if she hadn’t seen the side of him that wouldn’t let her call him that. 
She was crossing his fingers that he wasn’t fucked up enough from his mission to not give her mercy. 
All she could hear in her ears over and over again was his agitated, cold and calculated “I don’t need anyone” from years prior. Her palms were sweating like she was under the direct beams of the sun, her breath pounding in her ears like it was a kick drum. Everything seemed to stop around her, the only thing she could feel was the losange in her mouth and the orange taste. She felt dizzy, and sat on the chair, only to feel nothing. Nothing could ground her or get to her senses besides the candy in her mouth. Her breathing went shallow and she could feel her lungs fill with a stabbing, ice cold, sensation.  
Then, everything suddenly came to life. The smell of sweat came to her first, then the cushiony feel under her feet. What followed next was the feeling of her loose combat pants and tank top tickling her skin. After that, the bright lights and the voices all around her. It felt like she just blinked and she was at the sparring mat, staring directly at the one person she wanted to avoid. 
“(Y/n), you okay?” Leon asked, his face full of concern. He was in the ready position, one leg forward in an athletic stance, with his fists up in the air in front of his chest and face. He dropped his fists and stepped towards her. 
“Kennedy, ready up!” A loud voice from the right cut through (y/n)’s skull. She looked over and saw Major Sierra, the prick that was giving her the hardest time. She watched Leon’s eyes dart over to him and scowl. He put his hands back up to his face. 
(Y/n) mirrored his stance and waited for his move. 
“Ladies first,” Leon said and smirked.
“Then by all means go,” She said, taking a deep breath and attempting once again to ground herself in the feelings under her feet, anything she could hold onto. 
But it was all too much, (y/n)’s senses were screaming at her. Her brain felt like it was on overdrive trying to find the missing hours that went by. 
Leon scoffed at her reply. “Feeling better from last night then, huh?” He asked and tilted his head to the side, the cocky bastard. 
“Less talking!” Sierra yelled at both of them. 
Two things happened simultaneously in response to Major Sierra yelling. One, Leon understood how serious he was and like lightning striking was already in front of her, closing the gap of 10 feet and throwing a punch at her stomach, expecting her to block it. Two, (y/n) froze, her body shutting down from the stimuli and she took the full force of Leon’s punch. Normally, she would’ve blocked anything that he could throw at her, they would spar for 20 minute rounds before someone had to step in between them and say they finished. Her body freezing and the sudden impact of Leon’s fist to her stomach forced her brain to follow her body and shut down as well. She flew back a good foot and laid on the mat unmoving. Leon Kennedy was known as a good fighter, but holy shit nothing could’ve prepared (y/n) for feeling the air get knocked out of her so quickly and easily. 
All she heard was her name getting yelled before everything went fuzzy and dark. 
What was waiting for her in the dark quietness of her mind were memories from a few months ago. The warm atmosphere filled with tapestries, fake plants, and posters let her know that this was her apartment. No matter how much she tried, (y/n) couldn’t keep a plant alive; killing a cactus was the last straw for Leon, after that he told her to give up on planting and to get fake ones. She refused, but after he bought her a couple she indulged. 
The light, while warm, was dim as she and her partner were on her couch watching a movie. The familiar feeling of peace and comfort washed over her as she saw Leon sitting next to her. He had his hair pulled back by a fuzzy headband and a sheet mask on his face that she had forced him to wear to “get his youthful glow back”. Her legs were bent over his, sitting perpendicular to him, and she had on a matching headband and sheet mask. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked grumpy, but (y/n) knew it was a façade; he loved the quiet moments of when his life felt normal. In between them was a bowl of popcorn mixed with pretzels and m&ms, something Leon had to turn her on to. 
“This movie is garbage,” Leon groaned. On the tv a scene of two young adults on a far off planet played out. One was running from political assassination and the other one was her bodyguard, both of them trying to figure out their feelings for each other.  
(Y/n) looked up at him in shock and gasped. “You did not just call Attack of the Clones garbage!” She said, “It’s been booked out at Blockbuster for months!”
“That is not how you flirt with someone,” Leon said. “He’s being creepy and for some reason she’s into it.”
“It’s not that bad,” (Y/n) said. She cringed when Anakin said I don’t like sand, it’s coarse and rough, and gets everywhere.
“See, even you think that’s weird,” Leon laughed out loud while watching her face. 
“He’s like 16 and it’s talking about how sand reminds him of Tatooine and how his memories of it seep into everything he does no matter how hard he tries not to think about it!” She said back. 
“Okay, nerd,” Leon snorted. 
“Like you know how to flirt with anyone anyways, Kennedy,” She retorted. 
Leon scoffed at her tease. “I know how to talk to women!” He said. “Unlike someone in the room.” 
(Y/n)’s neck snapped to look at him. “Excuse me?”
“All I’m saying is that it must be rough with your dating pool being completely open, but not being able to get anyone,” He flashed her a shit eating grin. “Do you need me to talk to someone for you?” He pouted mockingly. 
“God no, that would make them run as far away from me as possible,” She sighed. 
“Then maybe I should talk to them,” He mumbled quietly enough for her not to hear. 
“Sorry did you say something?” She asked 
“Just thinking out loud.”
“About how you know I’m right about you not having any game?” She grinned. 
“Takes one to know one,” He shot back. 
(Y/n) turned her head back to the movie. 
The light from the tv faded into bright fluorescent lights above her. 
She saw two people kneeling over her, Leon who looked like he just kicked a puppy and the other one was a very pissed off Major Sierra. She sat up, feeling a familiar, large hand support her back. 
“How long was I…?” she trailed off.
“A minute,” 
“Too long,” The major and Leon both replied at the same time. Leon’s eyes darted to him and he looked like he was scowling. 
“Get up!” Sierra ordered. “Everyone leave except for (l/n),” When no one moved he whipped his head around. “Now!” He said sternly. 
Everyone left except for one person. 
The pain in her stomach was just registering and she moved her palm to soothe it. 
“Kennedy, I said everyone,” Sierra met Leon’s eyes and (y/n) could almost feel the lightning shoot between the two of them. 
“Actually, Major, you’re not in charge of me. I was here to find out how much my partner’s improved since the last time I saw her. Anything you have to say to her, you can say in front of me,” Leon’s voice sliced through the air.
(Y/n) spaced out when Sierra started ripping her apart with how “shitty of a job she did”. Even through her spaciness, a few phrases and words stuck out to her like “wasted potential” and “now I’m just disappointed in you”. When it seemed like the Major was done with his temper tantrum, reality pulled her back into it. 
“We’ll definitely discuss your feedback and work on it, ourselves” Leon said harshly. (Y/n) felt him lift her up like he did last night, putting one of her arms over his shoulders and a hand on her waist. 
“It was just a punch, she can get up. Stop babying her because she’s your partner,” Sierra challenged. “There’s a reason we didn’t let you take her to Spain.” Everything the Major was saying was like a knife digging into her heart, twisting around but not giving her a sweet release of death. 
Leon went stiff. “I’ll remind you of my abilities and who I was trained by,” He said as a warning. “She needs medical.” He left with (y/n), not letting Sierra get another word in. Every step added more pain to her body and it took all the self control in her body to not throw up on Leon’s shoes. 
He walked with her all the way back to the offices, much to her chagrin. Heads snapped over to the door when the two of them walked through the main door. Hunnigan stared down Leon, giving him a ”what the fuck did you do to her” look. He gave her a guilty smile and dragged her to to the door of her office. (Y/n) opened the door and he sat her down in a chair, closing the door. 
“What the hell happened?” He asked. She looked up at him and instead of seeing the anger she thought she would, she was met with concern. 
“I don’t know,” She admitted and leaned back into the chair. “My body just froze up.”
“That never happens, are you sick?” He asked and held a hand up to her head. 
“No, I’m just having an off day. Must be the hangover,” She blushed slightly at his touch and prayed that he didn’t notice. 
“I’ve seen you kick ass while drunk, a hangover won’t do this to you,” he insisted. Leon walked over to the first aid kit that she kept in her desk and cracked open a ready to use ice pack. “I’m sorry, I had full confidence you were going to block it,” He sighed in frustration. (Y/n) could tell his frustration was directed at himself as he walked over and put the icepack on where he punched her. The sudden change in temperature and pressure to an already awful bruise made her hiss in pain. “I know, I’m a dick, tell me.”
She looked up at him, confused. “Wha-?”
“Tell me I’m a dick for punching you. And for letting Sierra talk to you like that,” He said, biting the inside of his mouth. 
“You’re not, like you said you thought I was going to block it, like I do every other time,” she said in between winces. “And Sierra always talks to me like that, I can’t have anyone help me and get used to running away from him. Plus sometimes he actually gives good criticism.” 
“Are you a masochist?” He asked. 
“No, just addicted to trying to be better,” She said and groaned in pain from him putting a bit too much pressure on her stomach. 
“You’re too hard on yourself,” He said lightly. He was laser focused on the ice pack and her stomach. His eyebrows were furrowed and his bangs were falling towards the floor. She got a sense of deja vu when thinking about running her hands through his hair. 
She looked up at the ceiling to hopefully get her thoughts under control. Leon looked up at her and eyes got caught on his jacket sitting on the desk next to her.  
“You actually remembered,” He said. 
“You wrote on the note that you’d pretty much kick my ass if I didn’t… which you did anyways,” She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. She put her arm over her face, half to stop from screaming in pain from the changing pressure on her stomach, and half to cover the blush she had at Leon’s touch. This was not how she imagined having this reaction from him to go. 
“So, you remember anything from last night?” He pressed, his eyes darting to her face. 
“Not really, I was really fucked up,” she lied. 
“Then why didn't you call me anyways?” He asked. She cursed him silently for being as smart as he was. 
“I was hungover and didn’t want to talk on the phone,” She lied. 
“You know that I can tell when you’re lying from a mile away, right?” 
“Then why are you asking me?” She replied quietly, her face still in her arm. She could feel knots in her stomach, from something other than the pain and pressure. 
“Because I want you to say it,” He said slowly. 
She looked down at him, hoping that her face wasn’t bright red and was met with his cold, intense stare. “Say what?”
“You know what,” He said flatly. 
“Then you know why,” She shot back. His eyes seemed to be staring into her soul, pressing into her very being for the answer that he wanted. She was getting flashbacks to last night when he gave her that same exact stare. 
He broke the stare first and sighed. “I should’ve taken you with me, if I knew that it was this bad,” He squeezed the bridge of his nose.
“Leon, I’m fine,” She started. She silently sighed in relief from what she thought was him changing the subject. 
“Obviously not,”
“I don’t need you protecting me, I’m a big girl,” She insisted. 
He sighed in frustration and looked away from her. “I wanted you there, I wanted you there with me so bad,” He whispered. 
“I can handle Sierra, he’s just emotionally stunted and has to take it out on all of us,” She said. She thought that Leon had turned away from her due to his frustration with the situation; she shook off whatever alcohol must’ve still been in her system for her to swear she saw pink on the tips of his ears. 
“That’s not what this is about,” He said shortly. 
“Then what is it about?” She demanded. 
The metaphorical wall that (y/n) thought had separated the two of them came crashing down. It was brought to rubble by her partner in front of her. Her ears were ringing from what she just heard. Her fear of not being enough for anyone melted away.
She must’ve been going crazy; there was no way that Leon had turned back to face her and said what he did. The red on his face must’ve been from anger at Sierra for treating his partner like shit, there was no way it could’ve been blush. 
“(Y/n), I love you,” He leaned on the chair arms and looked at her, making sure she heard him clearer this time. 
She looked at him, redness spreading across her own face.
Leon leaned closer to her, until their lips were mere inches apart. “I want you to say it,” he said lowly, looking at her through his eyelashes. 
“I love you,” She whispered against his cheek. 
Leon put a hand gently around her neck and pulled her until the distance between them closed.
A/N: aaa, this ending had me kicking my feet and blushing fr. Don't worry, there's more to come, the hoes will be fed (I am the hoes) :]
Make sure to catch this fic when I first release it on my AO3.
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Sorry I havent been replying to stuff you tag me in, im a bit busy rn with preparing for christmas :') buut id love it if you could write smth life day related with disaster trio, for christmas time. Happy holidays!
christmas
thats okay! sorry its so short but here you go!
please send requests guys, pleasE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
merry christmas + happy holidays!!!!!!!
Ahsoka swung around the corner quickly, almost tripping over her own feet as she ran. The air inside the Jedi Temple was crisp with morning, and quiet.
Ahsoka was clutching a satchel, slung over her shoulder. Inside of it were the presents she’d bought Obi-Wan and Anakin. She’d been to Barriss’ room to give her her present, as she and her Master were being sent out in an hour.
Now, she stumbled to a halt outside Obi-Wan’s room, a huge grin on her face.
She knocked once before the door opened to reveal Anakin, his eyes tired but his face excited and bright. He pulled her in and closed the door.
“Merry Christmas, Snips!” He exclaimed, bringing her into a quick hug. Ahsoka repeated the comment before glancing around. 
“Where’s Obi-Wan?” She asked. She only called him that when it was just them two or three. 
“He’s getting ready,” Anakin replied, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. 
“He is ready,” Obi-Wan intervened, entering the room with a smile on his face. Ahsoka dashed over to him and wrapped him up in a hug, which he returned fondly. “Well, are we ready?”
They exchanged their gifts on the couch, morning light spilling into the room. Ahsoka had given Anakin a toy model of a ship she’d seen him gawk over, and he was ecstatic upon unwrapping it. She’d given Obi-Wan a box of tea she’d bought on a planet during a mission, which he loved.
Anakin gave her a small Tooka plushie that she held close to her chest, and Obi-Wan gave her a beautiful anklet and she immediately tackled him in a hug. 
Obi-Wan gave Anakin a pair of new gloves as his old ones were tearing. Anakin gave Obi-Wan a mug with a forest design on it.
“I’ll make hot chocolate!” Ahsoka exclaimed, jumping up from her seat with a grin and rushing to the kitchen area. Anakin smiled as he watched, Obi-Wan standing up to help.
Together, the pair made hot chocolate for all of them. They spent the day laughing and having fun. 
Christmas was a time for family, and they were family.
hope you enjoyed! requests please!
merry christmas/happy holidyas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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dunno if its okay to put a little vent here but my anxietys spiking so hard rn i gotta get this off my chest. if you dont feel up to answering this pls dont worry.
i feel so insecure lately. i fear eddie wouldnt fall in love with me in a romantic way because 99% of guys i ever liked never liked me back the same way. and i know it sounds stupid but i rly am scared eddie wouldnt love me that way either. it starts to effect my writing and reading fic too and i dunno what to do. im kind and id go as far as call myself pretty most days, and people always rely on me and tell me im funny so its not like a general insecurity just...eddie would be that guy for me. and im so scared that once again i just wouldnt be that girl for him because its been like that most of the time in the past and i dont wanna start associating this feeling of sadness and rejection with eddie :(
Hi nonnie!
You can vent here if you'd like to!🫂💞 I'm so sorry your anxiety is spiking; I hope something here helps you to feel even a little better. I do wanna answer; I've spent the last hour or so since you sent this in, reading it over and over and letting my thoughts marinate in the Word Sauce and I think I finally have it ready to go down to a simmer. This is for me and @munsons-maiden and anon and anyone else feeling this way!!!🫂💖
Eddie would fall in love with you in a romantic way. He would. You would tell him that you've never been anyone's first choice, no one has ever felt for you as you have for them, and after staring at you incredulously, trying to work out if you're being serious or not, he would tell you that he's that 1% that does like you back in the same way. He's the 1%, the black sheep of Hawkins, he's the one who is a self-proclaimed cynic but practically told Steve to go after Nancy just because he couldn't bear to see two people in love but not together. A man who has never experienced that kind of love for himself yet knows it when he sees it with other people and encourages it just because he can, no ulterior motives. Eddie is that 1%, he says it as confidently as he tells you he loves Black Sabbath, and he'd make slightly awkward jokes about how he's "the one for you" and then he catches himself because you're on the third date and whoa, Munson, slow down.
But luckily for Eddie, you know him, and you're saying things like, "that makes me your one, too" and, "we can be black sheep together, it's okay, Eddie," and squeezing his hand. It's not enough for Eddie and so he interlocks your fingers together and squeezes and you giggle and you squeeze back and it turns into a hand-squeezing contest until your fingers are numb and Eddie's are bright red and it matches the colour on the shell of his ears.
It's so surreal, loving Eddie and being loved by him. Well, no... loving Eddie isn't the strange thing. Loving Eddie is the easiest thing, it's the sweetest torture you've ever known, but being loved in return by the one you love? That's the strange thing. That's the part you just cannot for the life of you wrap your head around. You've always been the one to watch from afar, the one who loves quietly, knowing you could easily voice your feelings but not doing so because there's no point, you already know they don't like you the same way you like them. But with Eddie, you were both staring at each other from afar, you were both pining for the other person, you were both thinking you weren't good enough for the other person so what was the point of even trying to confess?
But that was the point, you would both come to realise. Because you were both so scared that the other person wouldn't love you, you were both so kind and so good, so soft in a world which tried to bring out the opposite in you. You always smiled at Eddie in the corridor, you always helped him to drag his throne over from the prop cupboard back into the main circle where Hellfire Club was held, you always listened to new albums with him and stayed up late to make mixtapes when Eddie was too busy to do so, and you genuinely enjoyed him and his company. Spending time with Eddie was as relaxing to you as time spent alone and that meant something. Eddie felt the very same way with you. He always helped you when you had had a long hard day and couldn't be bothered or didn't want to cook. He rubbed your back when you cried or fetched you a thick pillow for when you wanted to scream but didn't want him to hear even when he was sat right beside you. He helped you to find really specific songs you wanted based off one lyric or a badly hummed tune. You can word vomit at Eddie, making no sense even to yourself, but Eddie will listen and say a short sentence back which is, you realise as you repeat it back to yourself, the core of what you've been thinking or feeling, and you realise he understands.
Eddie listens and he gets it and you feel most yourself when you spend time with him; he makes you want to be a better person even though, in Eddie's eyes, he sees you and all your flaws, all your negative traits (in your words, not his), and knows you to be perfect for him. He makes you want to be a better version of yourself and just by being you, you bring out the best in Eddie too. He meets you as you are, he meets you in the middle of wherever you're prepared to join him on the path of love, and the two of you so, so shakily join hands, but then it's like falling asleep; all at once.
You and Eddie work and the both of you love each other hard.
You cannot tell me in all seriousness that Eddie wouldn't love you. You can't. You're kind and you're not shy about your feelings for Eddie. This man is so sensitive, though he masks it well when the time calls for it, and he's always jumping in to defend his lost sheep or adopt another one. No one really wants to be associated with him and the ones that do willingly are labelled as freaks and become social pariahs in the hellhole that is Hawkins High. But there you are, smiling at him so hard you make yourself cry, heart squeezing in your chest and, oh, Eddie's faux shot to the heart joke suddenly becomes something he experiences from the inside. And it scares him. But the thought of not having you in his life scares him more, so Eddie sits with it just as you sit with yours. And you both channel it into loving each other harder, essentially leading each other into a very intense, very passionate, very right relationship. One for the history books.
So, listen to me.
Eddie would love you just as much as you love him. If you're kind to him and to his friends and at least nice to others when you can't handle being kind (that's hard, you know, being kind is a choice and it costs effort and that's why it's so important). He's your Eddie, he's the guy who watches you from afar thinking he doesn't deserve you, and then one day your eyes meet from across the street and you see your facial expressions mirrored in the other person and you realise you've found your 1%. Your Eddie.
And you're his Y/N; the one who loves him so hard you can only cry. So, again, you're you and you're kind and you're gentle and you love him, so why wouldn't he love you?
Because I can't think of a reason and neither can Eddie.
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